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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

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

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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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