Wednesday, January 28, 2009

White House Web Mail Welcome Letter For Baby

time tomorrow

Technology is all around me as I write.
UUSee makes me see Samp-Lazio (phew, that !)... suffering in China, for obvious reasons the radio singing "Can not Take My Eyes Off of You" and I just finished my long decaffeinated. Nu ':-) Pasha

increased from a few days for the hangover one of the most enjoyable days in recent memory, in the company of many friends to celebrate the marriage of Sonia and Matte. As a hangover really must speak, because - as I said then speaking with Dario at Barbarossa, in front of a tea named irricordabile but especially in front of an interesting fauna - the day has slipped away in the sign of peace, laughter, joy, and of course music.

A day started early, as a cameraman employed in the shooting at the bride's home. How exciting to live those moments, it is strange but seven years ago my sister was asleep for the last time at my house this morning and I remember nothing ... absolutely nothing! Mysteries of the human brain.
Anyway, back to us once followed the bride to the church (by shooting not seen since "On the Road" with Peter Fonda) has begun the ceremony, where the priest - and you know what I am not specifically a Catholic - I was really surprised with an intervention (I believe it says "sermon", but I do not know if this term is used for normal functions or even weddings ... but avoid taking some responsibility) very thick , pragmatic and inspired, as an appropriate it to be.
An honest discussion on what are the responsibilities and the meaning not the "big step" in itself (it even extends to talk about partnerships ... stuff schism) but the decision to build something great together.
I listened and nodded, listened and nodded: the man and thought-sat-ta-men-you like me! It is no coincidence that during his speech at the [Pause] on the camera is left immaculate

;-) After the ceremony, where other musically (the rooms I was there and good whiskey) have "massaged the ears "the audience with a series of songs accompanied by two guitars and bongos, closing with a true bull" Seasons of Love ".

Now I'm not doing the minute-by-minute chronicle of the day, this is not what counts. The party was great and the animation made in musical has proved once again "too hot to hold, too cold to handle" :-)

What counts is a wish come true, and as always in these cases , is only the beginning of a special path. Special
.

White House Web Mail Welcome Letter For Baby

time tomorrow

Technology is all around me as I write.
UUSee makes me see Samp-Lazio (phew, that !)... suffering in China, for obvious reasons the radio singing "Can not Take My Eyes Off of You" and I just finished my long decaffeinated. Nu ':-) Pasha

increased from a few days for the hangover one of the most enjoyable days in recent memory, in the company of many friends to celebrate the marriage of Sonia and Matte. As a hangover really must speak, because - as I said then speaking with Dario at Barbarossa, in front of a tea named irricordabile but especially in front of an interesting fauna - the day has slipped away in the sign of peace, laughter, joy, and of course music.

A day started early, as a cameraman employed in the shooting at the bride's home. How exciting to live those moments, it is strange but seven years ago my sister was asleep for the last time at my house this morning and I remember nothing ... absolutely nothing! Mysteries of the human brain.
Anyway, back to us once followed the bride to the church (by shooting not seen since "On the Road" with Peter Fonda) has begun the ceremony, where the priest - and you know what I am not specifically a Catholic - I was really surprised with an intervention (I believe it says "sermon", but I do not know if this term is used for normal functions or even weddings ... but avoid taking some responsibility) very thick , pragmatic and inspired, as an appropriate it to be.
An honest discussion on what are the responsibilities and the meaning not the "big step" in itself (it even extends to talk about partnerships ... stuff schism) but the decision to build something great together.
I listened and nodded, listened and nodded: the man and thought-sat-ta-men-you like me! It is no coincidence that during his speech at the [Pause] on the camera is left immaculate

;-) After the ceremony, where other musically (the rooms I was there and good whiskey) have "massaged the ears "the audience with a series of songs accompanied by two guitars and bongos, closing with a true bull" Seasons of Love ".

Now I'm not doing the minute-by-minute chronicle of the day, this is not what counts. The party was great and the animation made in musical has proved once again "too hot to hold, too cold to handle" :-)

What counts is a wish come true, and as always in these cases , is only the beginning of a special path. Special
.

Sunday, January 18, 2009

How To Tell Real Onyx

Mircus When he said "No" was written

happened.
Saturday evening.
agencies confirm this. La banda del
(San) hole has been spotted on the streets of downtown, before venturing into the maze of alleys of the old town, where women told of strange figures eyebrows burnt.

An evening in our way, km to grind, octopus salad, fruit salad and top, made even more special by a "pre-cocktail-evening" where theater, sms and the past (thankfully now remote) are mixed as to the best cocktails (and told by a teetotaler, leaves open space for comments).
Darius and I have also submitted to the third idea of \u200b\u200ba "Saturday Over-30" with music revival ... Cazzati in twelve seconds flat. Oh well.

As always, the band of the hole stood out for his art of digression, the entry, exit and then return to the themes and discourses on which team (fortunately) you never stop to compare. Thank
Mircus I realize that - despite my passion for the Bee Gees, I did not ancora doverosamente citati in questo mio spazio...
...Anzi, faccio di più: vi riporto la canzone di cui parlava il buon Mazzoli:

I can think of younger days when living for my life
Was everything a man could want to do.
I could never see tomorrow, but I was never told about the sorrow.

And how can you mend a broken heart?
How can you stop the rain from falling down?
How can you stop the sun from shining?
What makes the world go round?
How can you mend this broken man?
How can a loser ever win?
Please help me mend my broken heart and let me live again.

I can still feel the breeze that rustles through the trees
And misty memories
of days gone by I Could never see tomorrow, no one Said a word about the sorrow.




A beautiful melody with the three voices at their best, and we are not talking of "Disco Fever", but an album of 1972.
Speaking of text, I am curious about the question of closure, which sounds a lot like "5 days" Nuo ... Now, with all due respect to the aficionado of the Sanremo Festival, but my xenophilia (just dormant) slants the balance from the trio (or quartet if you count Andy - brother not an official member of the group) of Australians.

Director, we have time for a little hustler gourmet? Then gentle friends, before moving the line to chair Sleepy Relax (PS She can be my friend !!!!) I would refer you to the Trattoria del Galeone in Via San Bernardo, near the Old Harbour, or from Piazza Matteotti and areas ... Quiet surrounding, good food and friendly staff, you want more? :-)

I close by thanking the more than 1500 contacts in recent months I have visited Alc ... (uni) I've lost the street, others read and do not understand, others are fun to give me feedback - even the most bizarre.

the next Yellowmaniacs!

PS For information or complaints, please write to info@autostrade.it ^____^

How To Tell Real Onyx

Mircus When he said "No" was written

happened.
Saturday evening.
agencies confirm this. La banda del
(San) hole has been spotted on the streets of downtown, before venturing into the maze of alleys of the old town, where women told of strange figures eyebrows burnt.

An evening in our way, km to grind, octopus salad, fruit salad and top, made even more special by a "pre-cocktail-evening" where theater, sms and the past (thankfully now remote) are mixed as to the best cocktails (and told by a teetotaler, leaves open space for comments).
Darius and I have also submitted to the third idea of \u200b\u200ba "Saturday Over-30" with music revival ... Cazzati in twelve seconds flat. Oh well.

As always, the band of the hole stood out for his art of digression, the entry, exit and then return to the themes and discourses on which team (fortunately) you never stop to compare. Thank
Mircus I realize that - despite my passion for the Bee Gees, I did not ancora doverosamente citati in questo mio spazio...
...Anzi, faccio di più: vi riporto la canzone di cui parlava il buon Mazzoli:

I can think of younger days when living for my life
Was everything a man could want to do.
I could never see tomorrow, but I was never told about the sorrow.

And how can you mend a broken heart?
How can you stop the rain from falling down?
How can you stop the sun from shining?
What makes the world go round?
How can you mend this broken man?
How can a loser ever win?
Please help me mend my broken heart and let me live again.

I can still feel the breeze that rustles through the trees
And misty memories
of days gone by I Could never see tomorrow, no one Said a word about the sorrow.




A beautiful melody with the three voices at their best, and we are not talking of "Disco Fever", but an album of 1972.
Speaking of text, I am curious about the question of closure, which sounds a lot like "5 days" Nuo ... Now, with all due respect to the aficionado of the Sanremo Festival, but my xenophilia (just dormant) slants the balance from the trio (or quartet if you count Andy - brother not an official member of the group) of Australians.

Director, we have time for a little hustler gourmet? Then gentle friends, before moving the line to chair Sleepy Relax (PS She can be my friend !!!!) I would refer you to the Trattoria del Galeone in Via San Bernardo, near the Old Harbour, or from Piazza Matteotti and areas ... Quiet surrounding, good food and friendly staff, you want more? :-)

I close by thanking the more than 1500 contacts in recent months I have visited Alc ... (uni) I've lost the street, others read and do not understand, others are fun to give me feedback - even the most bizarre.

the next Yellowmaniacs!

PS For information or complaints, please write to info@autostrade.it ^____^

Friday, January 16, 2009

Why Would A Wart Bleed



I returned a few minutes from home. A detour up for Facebook to greet a new guest-adept and here I am.
lovely evening that just ended, we had to be three but we ended up in two ... No, no, nothing of what you're thinking: three boys, the band's (Sam) hole to be understood, but gave Mircus packages and then be a good boy I went to get a lesson in musical Darius to launch in a few hours of classes , as we say here in Genoa, discussions more or less (most less than that) as well as some healthy philosophical view on the situation of the capital-vacation Liguria.

A jump to the "Mac" (today is the day of the diet weekly prize so ... McFlurry Magnum with chocolate and mandorleeeeeee Yeaaaaaahhhhhhh ...) and then up and down the streets, lighting up: follow the advice of fuses and Saretta and decide to go see "The Millionaire", without knowing what it was about the least.

stage at Cineplex, not in the program!
Mircus informs us that the bill is in the City. Well ...
... But where the hell is the City? We end up asking for clarification from the conductress Ariston, and arrive at 22:27 in front of our Eldorado submerged in the Old Town. A Look at the billboard and into the race: the film is scheduled for 22:30 (hit in the ass!)

will not say anything about this film truly remarkable, if not that deserves to be seen by everyone, without exception.
Personally, the main message of the film - which gives the title to my post - could not be more appropriate for the period that I am living: a period of mail that I never wrote, that I would never have sent messages, proposals that I I kept that dream for me and I kept still (who knows as yet) in the drawer.
Everything is written, but we have the pen in his hand ... I do not remember ever having had a winter so full of anticipation for spring to come: work, theater, in my 2009 short :-)

Lift up your glasses with 16 days late then,
good movie and see you soon on this My yellow-black space

Why Would A Wart Bleed



I returned a few minutes from home. A detour up for Facebook to greet a new guest-adept and here I am.
lovely evening that just ended, we had to be three but we ended up in two ... No, no, nothing of what you're thinking: three boys, the band's (Sam) hole to be understood, but gave Mircus packages and then be a good boy I went to get a lesson in musical Darius to launch in a few hours of classes , as we say here in Genoa, discussions more or less (most less than that) as well as some healthy philosophical view on the situation of the capital-vacation Liguria.

A jump to the "Mac" (today is the day of the diet weekly prize so ... McFlurry Magnum with chocolate and mandorleeeeeee Yeaaaaaahhhhhhh ...) and then up and down the streets, lighting up: follow the advice of fuses and Saretta and decide to go see "The Millionaire", without knowing what it was about the least.

stage at Cineplex, not in the program!
Mircus informs us that the bill is in the City. Well ...
... But where the hell is the City? We end up asking for clarification from the conductress Ariston, and arrive at 22:27 in front of our Eldorado submerged in the Old Town. A Look at the billboard and into the race: the film is scheduled for 22:30 (hit in the ass!)

will not say anything about this film truly remarkable, if not that deserves to be seen by everyone, without exception.
Personally, the main message of the film - which gives the title to my post - could not be more appropriate for the period that I am living: a period of mail that I never wrote, that I would never have sent messages, proposals that I I kept that dream for me and I kept still (who knows as yet) in the drawer.
Everything is written, but we have the pen in his hand ... I do not remember ever having had a winter so full of anticipation for spring to come: work, theater, in my 2009 short :-)

Lift up your glasses with 16 days late then,
good movie and see you soon on this My yellow-black space