Friday, February 19, 2010

Instax Mini 7s Blogshop

Ragazzi, pausa!

... I'm not lazy, I'm just sandwiching two periods with a break
of-nothing:)

Thursday, February 18, 2010

Scholar Desk Accesories Furniture

La canzone delle cose morte

Ladies and gentlemen, I know a lot of fun to hear after supercritical, are saying, "Yes, but basically says a world of nonsense." Well, gentlemen, that's enough. I will tell you things deep philosophical, scientific, full of thought, doctrine and culture.

Bello is round about the rapid fall
energies of death, who have no end.
Bello is in the heart of the slow succumbing
passions, and whitening hair. And something
s'en va, without ever returning to live
face death.
Turn back, and you'll hear the misery, the misery
crying, in the stairs. So gentle and seems
tant'onesta
woman mia, mentr'ella altrui saluta,
che al vederla così bene vestuta,
quindici lire le si posson dare.
Va per i cieli denzi un nembo scuro
ed è l'anima mia che le va dietro.
O dolcezza di un tempo meno duro,
O durezza di più di mezzo metro.
Su per le calli, torturando i calli,
le valli, gli avalli e le convalli
rammento te, mazza di S.Giuseppe,
quando Letricia mia, quando vedrai
Pape Satan, Pape Satan Aleppe.
Volgiti indietro, la miseria udrai,
la miseria che piange sulle scale.
(E' commovente eh?)
Rotto è questo mio cuore.
E' rotto e frale,
è rotto, è rotto; è rotto, è rotto, is broken and I
strapongo me up and down.
A rags to pieces, biting, in rags, in logs, wood chips to
, punched, hands-on bags.
pitched to spoil, to dust coats, in locks,
segments, in leaves, spikes, a few to parcels,
squares, cubes, to round pearls, flowers.
Women, knights, arms and loves.
Halfway through the journey of our life
weapon stern and sails to the world where
wonder: is she, she is such and such
gentleman who sat beside me on the tram?
And this love, to cry or women
and tears
strong that the King of Crete
is sentenced to death. At the cradle

in sweet act of love.
In the shade of the cypresses and
in the polls.
If I lose, who never grasp? Love that
null'amato, loving
if you washed your hands now you
I commit my heart into a snake loose
, s'inguscia in grascia, anguish, anxiety grows
door and exit,
nourishment and fish feeds and afterwards
seize the snake in that cold hearted snake.
All I want to dress in green. Tore
started and left you alone. Rosina
When he came down from the mountain.
to Marechiaro there is a window there where everyone makes a
fermatina,
and goes and goes wandering in the street
happy or dying,
sad or thoughtful or blonde, or beautiful blonde
're like a wave.

- Ettore Petrolini
(cited without a reason, just as would have pleased him)

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Bc Radio President Washington

Earth2 likes you a sack

There is a book full of humor of the highest level? You might find it in bookstores next to this .

In "I like you a sack," however, it seems that there are also some of my contributions and because I love you I do not recommend you strongly to purchase (unless you want to buy it and give it to someone who is really hate it).