Saturday, May 29, 2010

Best Beginners Compound Bow For Hunting

unrepeatable events

The small corner office on the first floor of that building was a mess as usual. Outside the window that looked out on one of the busiest squares, people on the wide sidewalks abundant circulating during rush hour, as every day. He had the windows ajar to let some 'air, then had a look at the mail and more urgent things to attend to. It was on one of his cigarettes with all the calm listless that gave him the start of another day's work certainly heavy, then all that one had opened the window of the room and stayed there motionless, near the sunny window sill, to observe the city that neurotically play its role. A man was stopping

started to observe it from the sidewalk, then he assisted another person who had raised her nose and stayed there, that, too, stopped watching. Others were added, as if anything would evoke magnetically attention to the window where he was facing. Many continued to stop and look at him, and he was at first paralyzed by the strangeness of what was happening, but later the situation had seemed so unnatural as to make it even unable to think of something. He remained there, at that window sill, to be observed by all, almost breathless, unable to move any, so that continued to smoke his cigarette in the ashtray of his own scrivania, e intanto lui cercava di capire che cosa si fosse verificato per attrarre tutta quell’attenzione.

Le cose andavano avanti, le persone arrivavano, si accalcavano agli altri e si fermavano con lo sguardo rivolto all’insù, verso di lui. Il sole gli faceva scottare la faccia e lui con gli occhi ridotti a due fessure per via della luce non riusciva neanche a guardare qualcuno o qualcosa; infine si accorse che del sangue gli era colato dal naso, come altre volte era accaduto per una normale allergia di stagione, e lui non volendo e non accorgendosi di niente si era impiastricciato con la mano quasi tutta la faccia. Chiuse velocemente i vetri e si allontanò dalla finestra, ma ormai era tardi, tutti avevano preso a salire lungo the stairs, knocking on the door of his small office, to besiege, curious, eager, to assist with the anxiety of people to what was happening there. Following the day took place just like any other.

Bruno Magnolfi

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Is It Good To Get A Generic Nikon D90 Battery?

READINGS WITH THE POLISH

Here are the new measures have recently appeared on the community site Creative Revolution and the pages of other projects Willoworld .



ISLAND RED

sniffs the air in the hour of dusk.
seems winter. A breath of wind
ferries hands to a secret location, a stealth sail.
From a distance you hear a warning to approach, cold and closed ... more ...

breadcrumbs

Practically, as the whole house, the kitchen was small, the table was leaning against a wall, and the rest was there, the gas cylinder, a refrigerator that worked also as a Plan 'support, the sink constantly cluttered with something ... more ...



Mardi Gras was spent almost a year since their last meeting.
He was waiting for sitting on the bench behind the oratory.
She came quietly, he felt only the rustle of cloth caressing the dark of night ... more ...

THE REASONABLE ON ITS

course is that often it is confused. It is to begin by saying something thinking about a different subject. You get flustered, coughing, takes time ... more ...

SMUGGLING OF TE

for a while 'I was afraid of your thoughts. I looked so heavy.
know? I truly believe that your thoughts were. This
first though. Before your trip over the cylinder, to find the white rabbit left at the foot of the bed while you were sleeping ... more ...

MELVIN & DESY

Melvin was a bastard, but I loved her even at the gates of hell el'avrei below. Perhaps it was there that I found him, lost in a strange dream or more likely between the coils of the Whirlpool ... continue ...

... THE POEMS OF ...

WITHOUT FILTER: human inside

TO MAKE ME NAKED SEA



... AND THE WORDS OF 101 ...

THE Malaver

POENA

SUADADE

THE CYCLIST

GANO TRY AGAIN!

also read readings within a framework

ENTERS CREATIVE REVOLUTION. CREATE WITH U.S.!

Monday, May 17, 2010

Slate Wall Tiles Ontario

will change this life

Way among others and I guess my loneliness is evident. The cleanliness and accuracy of my clothes and my body that until recently were a source of pride for me, have given way today to a neglect and indifference to everything related to luxury items like that. This is changing, this is the imperative that I place. I studied in fund some things until I realized that no one ever changes. All close to their habits, ways of being chosen once and for all, for now defined and established a way of life.

walk with others, but I know I have with me something new, something that changes every day and every day makes me feel different. Meeting the street and those who know me and those who know absolutely who I am, and the two classes of people appear to be identical to my eyes. I myself, if I were able to observe, perhaps not even recognize me. I am another person every time I think about myself, change continuously, to depersonalize, to take appearance and identity that I never imagined. Then I laugh, in a liberating way, I laugh at myself, I do not understand the world, those who look at me and laugh at me and laugh at the fact that I still do not know what to become in a year or a month; do not even know who I am and how I wake up tomorrow morning. I will be different, that's for sure.

Magnolfi Bruno (picture of Julia Treasury)

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Patricia Manterola Without Makeup

READINGS IN CONNECTION WITH A gradient of expression

Here are the new measures have recently appeared on the community site Creative Revolution and the pages of other projects Willoworld .



FRESH JUICE APPLE

sitting in the waiting room, her knees crossed, her legs slightly tilted to the left, the calves in contact against each other, all wrapped in a pair of black Wolford, enclosed inside boots Studio Pollini, blacks, pointed, with nine inches of heels, stiletto strictly. Casually leafed through some magazines, waiting to be received ... more ...

pair of running shoes

Today I put the wicked witch shoes, those high-heeled. Are not ideal for racing, but today I do not have to run, I was to lose a little in the library after breakfast with Julia. Nothing new appears. All they look at me as I walk out of breath, I think so ... more ...

April 25 - A CONSCIENCE OF CIVILIZATION

He spent much of the afternoon in his comfortable chair collapsed. He leafed through a newspaper, leaving capture a few articles on politics, and later he read a few pages of a book that brought forward by a month, unfortunately, remembering little of the previous pages ... more ...

DRESS MYSELF

This sheet is a truth: that everything turns out to be is already inside, a secret is revealed simple and regally enthroned. Illuminates the dark, mocking things, but fake without anger, now including how easy it is to strip the illusion with a sudden burst of laughter and giving value to tears ... more ...

PATTERNS DELL'INCENDIARIO

-Ha a cigarette please? - Nico turned to the man in the narrow alley with him. He waited for the action or response, but did not arrive. Indeed, man was quick to walk away, irritated with the pace of the music critic who picks up the sound of a discordant note in the clear air ... more ...

only ten minutes

"I'm not nervous, I think you've just put a lipstick on the lips too flashy, for example ..." had told him with words straight, without looking. I remained silent as he walked to his side and trying to bite like that color on my lips that he had given so much trouble ... more ...

THE RABBIT AND THE ARMADILLO

There once was a bunny named Philip, who lived in a hole under the hill, along with his entire community of bunnies, which were quite a few '... still ...

... THE POEMS OF ...

FARMI SPACE WHY SHOULD I GO

Opera Buffa

... AND THE WORDS OF 101 ...

LIGHT OF FAME

REGENERATOR OF HEALTH

WITCHES GRASS

SWEET DREAMS

PETAL SHEET AS

MEN ONLY

See also: Readings Veli Pearls and

Thursday, May 6, 2010

How To Know If Ringworm Is Healing




"Sometimes, Herbert, do not recognize you ..." said the woman died in her ashtray only half-smoked cigarette. Sat avoid leaning back in his chair and avoided looking at him as if trying to stay detached from it all. He had said something, without explanation, saying softly certain isolated words that appeared in his imagination roam in the room as a small fish in an aquarium. She had just climbed the stairs of his apartment that because he was already a long time that things were not going well between them, but there seemed to be a reason, and that afternoon had gone up there just to try to understand what was going on, groped for something to grab more. Herbert then had remained silent, he had served the coffee moving your hands slowly, as delaying things, then said: "I feel like a stranger to everything out of place ....

She then got up from his chair, went to the window, attracted by the desire he had of light, outside, to see that series again messy and fascinating rooftops around that last plan, and had on with another of his nervous ways cigarettes. "So everything we've tried to build together in the past two years, it becomes a trifle, a whim to take off just to do something ...." Then she turned, called to the table as an element to which until then had not thought of. "You're thinking of leaving, Herbert, to return in France, is not it? "he said in a voice strong and sharp. He sat down, he turned the game for the cup of coffee without her answer, even if he thought that his was almost a statement. So, after a break infinite, he said only: "No, I do not think this ...". She, in front of the undecided further response, she was seething with rage, he picked up in a gesture of her purse and jacket, and moved toward the door. He could say only half-hearted way, "Wait ..." but she was already gone, abruptly closing the door behind him.

He noted that coffee cups remained in the to cold, then got up from his chair in a flash, to go quickly to the window to appear, calling, trying to tell her that it was not, he still had to explain himself, she must understand that there were many other things which bound inextricably in their lives, but she was not there, maybe it was slipped from the back, and basically, it was almost better that way. He closed the window, pulled the curtains, he returned to his table to sip coffee that has become warm, then crossed the corridor to reach the room and caught a glimpse of his image in the mirror hanging on the wall. It was not him, he could not see his face. Something was transforming into that face, in that expression in those sections which had always been used: a change in deep but inexplicable, an unbelievable change, so that almost did not recognize, to doubt that he was still himself, Herbert, the same one that was managed with great enthusiasm in the years just passed, to build a life, to feel individual, to have its own character, he and a real personality, to be completely honest, he'd never had.

Bruno Magnolfi

Monday, May 3, 2010

Plus Size Seem Hoisery

READING AND PEARLS VEIL

Here are the new measures have recently appeared on the community site Creative Revolution and the pages of other projects Willoworld .



June 6, 2006 05:06:06

, the alarm rang at 5:15. Dr. John Trizzi - John to his friends, Dr. wrenching for colleagues - got out of bed, he prepared with his usual thoroughness and left the house. As he drove toward the University Hospital of the day thought of the program: the operating room was waiting for him, mentally he reviewed the range of remedies that would have been executed. Nothing difficult, routine, at least for him ... more ...

MAN OF THE MOUNTAINS

The forest had not always been there. At the time
in which the community of Falconieri decided to settle in the Valley of Singing, a wide strip of land rich in fruit trees and streams, there was only a flat and colorless landscape over the highest hill on the horizon which shone violently huge blue sun ... more ...

ONLY SOUND IN THE HEAD

Corrado Barresi walking on the sidewalk along the road. Not interested in car traffic, the black clouds that indicated the threat of rain, the direction in which it was directed. He walked just, disinterested in everything else ... more ...

THE TRUTH OF EVIL

The day has come. The new dress has been sewn. I hear my mother laughing in the kitchen, my father peels an orange. This is his first act every morning as renewed wedding gift for her ... more ...

FROST IN THE SHOES

dawn I had a strange dream. I was hanging by a thread of light suspended in outlining the contours of my figure. From that distance I could see myself floating images in thirty years. Drowning in the days of tomorrow. There was not a voice to be heard either in front or behind, but the thoughts in my head spoke directly, sang, and the song said ... more ...

CINEMA TODAY

After all, what could ever be this feeling of emptiness that sometimes happens to try? We should not give weight are all things that happen that we like it or not. He turns to the streets, there is sometimes, when you stop then it seems that everything that no longer has any sense ... more ...

TRAIN ALI

There was once a boy named Ali who loved trains so much, and sometimes saw them go from his bedroom window, a log cabin that overlooked the valley and the village near where there was a small red-brick station ... more ...

THE WORDS OF 101 ...

EYES OF THE DEVIL

LOVERS

THE PROBLEM

LADY GAVE

... And finally ...

TAUTOGRAMMI

TAUTOGRAMMI 1 2 3

TAUTOGRAMMI

See also: Readings on the Porch

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