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is strange how many times you can cry differently in a few hours .. how many emotions to which it is worth crying ..
happened yesterday, shortly after the end of the call, while I was under the water and tears mingled with it, conscious that he once did something that did not want to hurt you, things that I did not think that because I do not know Italian, and once again make you sick, you come to have doubts about me ..

then an actor sang Hello Beautiful, and the people with his fist up sing out loud, even a tone-deaf like me, the emotion and takes me back the tears wet my face and

modena matching Berlinguer's funeral, and I was not there at the time, but it was like to be there, "the entire nation holds its breath," and once again I cry tears, a lump in my throat

a lump in your throat, like a rainy day, while crying for us, because I love you like I could never even conceive of love and I do not think what I said, I am guilty, it is true, because I detonation, and still I hurt your heart, and I feel helpless, because I can not tell you how bad it makes me hurt you and hurt you in a way so stupid even more ..
sorry ..
your landslide

Farewell, farewell, and a glass raised to the Irish sky and puffy clouds.
A lump in the throat and a last look at the Liffey and the old streets of the port.
A sip of beer on the green heath, and another for the little kids covered in mud,
and even the gnomes in a toast to you, the goblins that run on your streets.

You have the hips of an old lady and the ways a bit 'rough time of seafarers,
drag you through mud, sweat and laughter and the smell of alcohol on summer nights.
An old patient partner follows you, the sea lies down faithful to your feet, you
cradle light on winter evenings, brings you the voices of the fans yesterday.

E 'in a rainy day I've known,
the west wind laughed
kind and in a rainy day I learned to love
you take me by the hand take me away.

You have cold eyes and a heart of earth, have the heavy tread of an old drunkard,
you close to dream on winter nights and you cover yourself in red and bloom in summer.
Your exiles speak foreign languages, just go to sleep dreaming about your heavens,
find themselves lost in distant lands to sing a land of refugees and saints.

E 'in a day rain that I met you,
the gentle west wind laughed
and a rainy day I learned to love
you take me by the hand take me away.

And in a rainy day I see you again
and I can console your eyes wet.
In a rainy day we get closer,
light dance on the air of a Reel.

and if you ask me what is the best thing about the evening? You who ask me to make peace, even though I was I having to ask you ..
I love

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days are a bit 'strange, in this study which are not used to and this mood is constantly up and down ..
and now I miss you .. but I will not tell you, I do not want you to worry


I love you more and more ..
do not forget us .. .. we will not ever overcome this moment of crisis, forced to study both together already .. can not wait to embrace your
Marietto ..

know love if it were possible we would be living together already

thanks for saying that my half .. thanks to think of it .. thanks to this dream

Woman Strangling Free Vid

fischiatina

I just want to tell you I want you to be happy ..
I just want to tell you how much I love you ..
I would like you to do a fischiatina .. for me .. for us ..
not let anyone divide our streets


never never never
as long as you want me, as long as we believe, we shall be together
I love your
Marietto

Congratulations On Your Wedding Messages

a hybrid of ancient

yet another argument with my mother .. will be that I'm used to .. but was so stunned that I did not happen .. .. always makes me want to cry a rage, to take my few things and leave, go really far away from Here, in a nearby town, yet far away.
today when we dreamed up our house, our studio, what will be. I fear that the dream may turn away from time to time, which is always there, feasible, however, that it flows over time, no more September, no longer even next year, I do not know when, and in this situation that I wish it were even more that time, because everything is different with you, I notice in 3 days and a half in Rome, that our life together is just magical, and I hope that really, for some miracle, in September we will already be there to pack up the few Things to bring with us, or at least the following September.
say it's easy to wait, but I'm not staying here anymore, I say get out of the urge to run up to her. is odd, as almost all the people I talk to us I say the same thing, go, go together everywhere, but together. Some say I think you too, then look at me and realize that we are thinking about me, why do not I want more things like that happen tonight, because it's ugly, she's sick I'm sick, I want a healthy relationship with my parents, but I can not do more, go from one extreme to another, good and evil evil evil evil good, and I know they are good parents, but often now I can not digest it. Perhaps you are right, my mother, as saying for some time I should go show me, maybe I find something really wrong, that was wrong.
maybe I should.
and my conscience says no, rebels against this. are a dickhead, touchy, egotistical and stubborn, grumpy and rispondevole, yet it is romantic love and sincere, stubborn, positive, a strange mixture, I'm a human being.

be and this feeds on emotions, love, and I fell in love with the right person, the most fantastic person I know and do not say this is because my girlfriend, because all those who know her recognize her specialty, the his being higher than all of us.
and I want to live with her, feed her more than it already does.
and now I am so, because when we fight it thus becomes sad, even more in need of ale because he always manages to make peace. Perhaps I really need a psychologist, perhaps these photos are not really normal.
do not know even what I write, my fingers are still ticking on the data and I follow, promoting their noise, and in this state so I renew my love, because it is true that even if I tell you all the time you know, but the even tell you, I write, I feel better.
so forgive me apologize to my mother from me because I'm too proud to do so, ale salute with his hand and tell her that I love
because it's really thanks to you I do not throw out the window on nights like this

Rom Sources For Cydia 2010

hello world ..
returned from my two trips, first Greece and then Rome, the two classical 5lunghi that for years I have studied, there he is, seen and admired ..
with the school first, then with my baby, I'm lost Parthenon will last between Epidaurus Mycenae (Mycenae no no, it was closed, stupid Greeks) Chagall Coliseum and millions of other cool stuff ..
a double holiday, the second of which only exceptionally unique, that spell of time when we are together, the longing for home Nosrati rising every moment ..
post the floor plan photos, thoughts, emotions ..
so now I write a bit, in this Tuesday morning, I had to change my template last night because he was mad and I hope to return soon to use it (I've been losing all night yesterday), in two months and I have a little maturity, are increasingly fancazzista and I bought a pair of pants scream .. because I write all this? 'cause I'm happy, and life without happiness does not make sense ..
'm trying to create me a blog for the parallel stories, other than a torch, now abandoned, but before I start thinking, not to kill him soon
world, keep your head out because if the world is ugly, it is worth to live it and try to change it