Those that leave me breathless just the books that are when you have finished read and all that follows that the author would like to be your friend for the skin and can call on the phone every time you turn.
JD Salinger, "Catcher in the Rye"
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Alexis Texas Dont Do Black Guys
Those that leave me breathless just the books that are when you have finished read and all that follows that the author would like to be your friend for the skin and can call on the phone every time you turn.
JD Salinger, "Catcher in the Rye"
Alexis Texas Dont Do Black Guys
Those that leave me breathless just the books that are when you have finished read and all that follows that the author would like to be your friend for the skin and can call on the phone every time you turn.
JD Salinger, "Catcher in the Rye"
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Can Ptosis Heal Without Surgery?
Recur .... FOR EVER .... CHRISTMAS 2009
On January 27, in Italy we celebrate the Day of Remembrance, to remember all victims of Nazi-fascist concentration camps. The date was not randomly chosen because it is the anniversary of the liberation of the Auschwitz camp on 27 January 1945.
The Young Democrats and Orvieto Allerona want to remember and honor this important date "as more and more often - they say - because of a historical memory labile and that seems to reject absolute point of reference, we forget that date and the deeper meaning , which then coincides with the seemingly trivial, it contains: the recall of millions of Jews, Gypsies, homosexuals and political prisoners killed in the Nazi-fascist camp.
For this reason the day Saturday, January 30th at 17:00 at Circolo ARCI Allerona Scalo, the Young Democrats Allerona Orvieto and take an initiative which will be broadcast two documentaries with some testimonies of survivors. 
On January 27, in Italy we celebrate the Day of Remembrance, to remember all victims of Nazi-fascist concentration camps. The date was not randomly chosen because it is the anniversary of the liberation of the Auschwitz camp on 27 January 1945.
The Young Democrats and Orvieto Allerona want to remember and honor this important date "as more and more often - they say - because of a historical memory labile and that seems to reject absolute point of reference, we forget that date and the deeper meaning , which then coincides with the seemingly trivial, it contains: the recall of millions of Jews, Gypsies, homosexuals and political prisoners killed in the Nazi-fascist camp.
For this reason the day Saturday, January 30th at 17:00 at Circolo ARCI Allerona Scalo, the Young Democrats Allerona Orvieto and take an initiative which will be broadcast two documentaries with some testimonies of survivors.
Can Ptosis Heal Without Surgery?
Recur .... FOR EVER .... CHRISTMAS 2009
On January 27, in Italy we celebrate the Day of Remembrance, to remember all victims of Nazi-fascist concentration camps. The date was not randomly chosen because it is the anniversary of the liberation of the Auschwitz camp on 27 January 1945.
The Young Democrats and Orvieto Allerona want to remember and honor this important date "as more and more often - they say - because of a historical memory labile and that seems to reject absolute point of reference, we forget that date and the deeper meaning , which then coincides with the seemingly trivial, it contains: the recall of millions of Jews, Gypsies, homosexuals and political prisoners killed in the Nazi-fascist camp.
For this reason the day Saturday, January 30th at 17:00 at Circolo ARCI Allerona Scalo, the Young Democrats Allerona Orvieto and take an initiative which will be broadcast two documentaries with some testimonies of survivors.
On January 27, in Italy we celebrate the Day of Remembrance, to remember all victims of Nazi-fascist concentration camps. The date was not randomly chosen because it is the anniversary of the liberation of the Auschwitz camp on 27 January 1945.
The Young Democrats and Orvieto Allerona want to remember and honor this important date "as more and more often - they say - because of a historical memory labile and that seems to reject absolute point of reference, we forget that date and the deeper meaning , which then coincides with the seemingly trivial, it contains: the recall of millions of Jews, Gypsies, homosexuals and political prisoners killed in the Nazi-fascist camp.
For this reason the day Saturday, January 30th at 17:00 at Circolo ARCI Allerona Scalo, the Young Democrats Allerona Orvieto and take an initiative which will be broadcast two documentaries with some testimonies of survivors.
Outline Of A Confirmation Letter
Another video ...
... and maybe a little better this year is 2009 ...
... and maybe a little better this year is 2009 ...
Outline Of A Confirmation Letter
Another video ...
... and maybe a little better this year is 2009 ...
... and maybe a little better this year is 2009 ...
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Fabric For Sale To Make Fluffies
Farewell Casper
Farewell Casper. You are also arrived at Your end.
It may seem strange that at a time when the whole world strives, in a desperate race of solidarity to help the people of Haiti, a victim of the earthquake, we can simultaneously move to the story of a cat, an animal, even at home.
And 'what has happened to me, reading a newspaper on the news, seemingly trivial, the death of a cat, Casper precisely, happened to come to a city far away, in England, Plymouth in the county of Devon.
But Casper was not any animal, a cat was not any, nor is any cat, any animal, for animal lovers.
Casper loved the bus, or rather a specific bus, that of line 3 of his city.
Casper was a house cat, lived on a quiet and serene English family who also spoiled with delicious biscuits of which he was greedy, but the spirit of liberty, democracy and respect, rooted for centuries in Britain, meant that the owners of Casper does not prevent him from ever leaving the house at will, and return to forever .
You could rest easy because Casper was a cat routine, coming out at the same time and roughly at the same time, was returning home. Was absent for no more than four hours. This happened every day for four years.
While respectful of the intimacy of his cat, one day his landlady, yielding to curiosity feminine and not compressible, has decided to follow him without being seen and without arouse suspicion.
He saw Casper go to the bus line 3, near a house, wait patiently in a row and composure, the arrival of the car and its reach, climb along with the other passengers on the bus. The only difference, Casper did not make the ticket.
The lady followed him on the bus, of course without getting caught for not to embarrass him and discovered, not without amazement, that Casper was well known among the regular passengers and the driver of course, that's reserved warmest welcome, even the place cedendogli reserved to him, if that had been inadvertently busy.
After completing the whole journey, deep all the warmth of his sympathy sly, Casper fell at exactly the same station from which he rose and came home, happy and satisfied at home.
All this has happened regularly, continually, assiduously for four long years, Summer and Winter, with the heat and the cold, with the sun and rain, always, with each other, visible, palpable satisfaction of all.
But one day, a sad day, Casper has reached its final stop, what fate had reserved for him
had just got off the bus at the usual stop near the house, and was trotting toward him porridge expected, when a car hit him behind pirate, killing him.
The driver did not even stop.
Farewell Casper you loved buses.
"Hello Casper" - wrote to Chris, the head of the drivers - "I know, I've lost, but one day I will lead for you in heaven."
Domenico Mazzullo
Fabric For Sale To Make Fluffies
Farewell Casper
Farewell Casper. You are also arrived at Your end.
It may seem strange that at a time when the whole world strives, in a desperate race of solidarity to help the people of Haiti, a victim of the earthquake, we can simultaneously move to the story of a cat, an animal, even at home.
And 'what has happened to me, reading a newspaper on the news, seemingly trivial, the death of a cat, Casper precisely, happened to come to a city far away, in England, Plymouth in the county of Devon.
But Casper was not any animal, a cat was not any, nor is any cat, any animal, for animal lovers.
Casper loved the bus, or rather a specific bus, that of line 3 of his city.
Casper was a house cat, lived on a quiet and serene English family who also spoiled with delicious biscuits of which he was greedy, but the spirit of liberty, democracy and respect, rooted for centuries in Britain, meant that the owners of Casper does not prevent him from ever leaving the house at will, and return to forever .
You could rest easy because Casper was a cat routine, coming out at the same time and roughly at the same time, was returning home. Was absent for no more than four hours. This happened every day for four years.
While respectful of the intimacy of his cat, one day his landlady, yielding to curiosity feminine and not compressible, has decided to follow him without being seen and without arouse suspicion.
He saw Casper go to the bus line 3, near a house, wait patiently in a row and composure, the arrival of the car and its reach, climb along with the other passengers on the bus. The only difference, Casper did not make the ticket.
The lady followed him on the bus, of course without getting caught for not to embarrass him and discovered, not without amazement, that Casper was well known among the regular passengers and the driver of course, that's reserved warmest welcome, even the place cedendogli reserved to him, if that had been inadvertently busy.
After completing the whole journey, deep all the warmth of his sympathy sly, Casper fell at exactly the same station from which he rose and came home, happy and satisfied at home.
All this has happened regularly, continually, assiduously for four long years, Summer and Winter, with the heat and the cold, with the sun and rain, always, with each other, visible, palpable satisfaction of all.
But one day, a sad day, Casper has reached its final stop, what fate had reserved for him
had just got off the bus at the usual stop near the house, and was trotting toward him porridge expected, when a car hit him behind pirate, killing him.
The driver did not even stop.
Farewell Casper you loved buses.
"Hello Casper" - wrote to Chris, the head of the drivers - "I know, I've lost, but one day I will lead for you in heaven."
Domenico Mazzullo
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Dirt Bike Themed Birthday
Hachiko
desperately love the cinema when a baby is not I was still able to read, but since I learned at school, in elementary school to read and write, I know better than to read the reviews film critics, about the film I want to see before you see them, but if I can find them, I only document on the plots of the films themselves, to evaluate and select the movies of my interest.
desperately love the cinema when a baby is not I was still able to read, but since I learned at school, in elementary school to read and write, I know better than to read the reviews film critics, about the film I want to see before you see them, but if I can find them, I only document on the plots of the films themselves, to evaluate and select the movies of my interest. rarely read reviews after seeing the movie and I almost always disagree with the critics who have produced them, often forced to doubt that the authors of these criticisms have actually seen the same movie I saw, indignant because they are paid to watch movies that I will pay to see.
Using this method, rigorously and with conviction, having it validated by many years of assiduous and desperate of cinemas where the film screened they cheered and lit in a childhood and an adolescence, not really happy, without being really tragic, but above all, and certainly taught me to live, I was taught to feel emotions, feelings, passions, and taught me very clearly and explicitly What is the sense of duty and the ineffable satisfaction in having done or that you feel better in having tried to do it, they taught me a sense of honor, loyalty to an ideal of respect for others and ourselves, also respect the feelings of others and their opinions, even and especially if discordant mine.
They taught me to love history, made not of subsequent events and dates, but of men like me with their passions, doubts, uncertainty, poverty and nobility, cowardice, but also courage and dedication.
I have shown, illustrated, taught the many facets, various expressions of the human soul and continue to teach again, I no longer adolescent psychiatrist but a mature age, and perhaps as many more texts and volumes of products my subject.
Not all films, of course, but most certainly and we continue to go to the movies, so I still consider the cinema, not simply as a leisure and entertainment and a chance to break from work, but as a school of life and of humanity.
That still before yesterday I went to cinema, with intent to see a film which many had already heard from him before he saw on the screens.
a specific reference to the film "Hachiko" directed by Lasse Hallstrom who co-starred on the scene to see how the famous actor Richard Gere.
co-star, because the real protagonist is a dog, Hachiko indeed, a wonderful example of the Japanese race Hakita.
But perhaps the real star of the film is not the man nor the dog, but the wonderful, poignant feeling that inextricably link the two, a feeling which does not dissolve, that does not break, does not stop even when death interrupts the life of one of the two, man and dog Hachiko, faithful to this feeling, for ten long years, every day, goes to the station to wait for his master decides to return, to come down from that train every day now brought him back down from him to rejoin that wonderful marriage, which even death was able to dissolve, but after ten long years of waiting, death itself will reconstitute the dog, allowing him to finally reach its owner in a better world where no one ever will be able to separate them.
whole history here, simple, basic, clean, natural, but true, absolutely true that happened in Japan, at the beginning of the last century, where a statue of the station and recalls always remember, who will be able and will want to understand the extraordinary, superhuman, but profoundly true loyalty and love that binds the dog man.
Only those who have the good fortune, fate, the privilege of having close, close, or have had a dog, can fully understand.
But even those who do not enjoy this privilege, or perhaps they want to enjoy can come close to understanding it, can enjoy this feeling, it can be moved in front of this wonderful feeling, mostly unknown to us humans.
When the film ended, when the lights are ablaze in the room, everybody's eyes, children, young people, mature adults, men and women were red emotion and also my course and the people who were with me.
While people sedately and slowly came out of the room, no one had the courage, the desire to speak, to comment, to utter a word, do not waste, he argues, not to contaminate the atmosphere of excitement and emotion that the film had aroused and left before them.
But perhaps one of the audience was not moved, only one, if you have seen the movie in any room, one that has seen the film to work and not because prompted by a legitimate desire, or the "film critic" Paul D'Agostino, who commented on the movie page of yesterday, January 2, 2010, the newspaper "La Repubblica".
A Paul D'Agostino did not like the film, it is obvious and clearly inferred from his words and for this I have nothing to say, it is his freedom that respect, but do not agree.
But that does not respect and do not share is the superb air of superiority, haughtiness and haughty detachment with which our critic mocks the film considered "a tearful apology and mannered fable about loyalty and love."
Perhaps the pessimistic and disenchanted critic believes that these feelings are nonexistent, outdated, anachronistic, unnecessary, naive, useless in our society as modern and progressive?
Maybe I'm not politically correct?
Maybe I'm not high enough and sufficiently culturally "left" for the public learned of his readers?
Domenico Mazzullo
Dirt Bike Themed Birthday
Hachiko
desperately love the cinema when a baby is not I was still able to read, but since I learned at school, in elementary school to read and write, I know better than to read the reviews film critics, about the film I want to see before you see them, but if I can find them, I only document on the plots of the films themselves, to evaluate and select the movies of my interest.
desperately love the cinema when a baby is not I was still able to read, but since I learned at school, in elementary school to read and write, I know better than to read the reviews film critics, about the film I want to see before you see them, but if I can find them, I only document on the plots of the films themselves, to evaluate and select the movies of my interest. rarely read reviews after seeing the movie and I almost always disagree with the critics who have produced them, often forced to doubt that the authors of these criticisms have actually seen the same movie I saw, indignant because they are paid to watch movies that I will pay to see.
Using this method, rigorously and with conviction, having it validated by many years of assiduous and desperate of cinemas where the film screened they cheered and lit in a childhood and an adolescence, not really happy, without being really tragic, but above all, and certainly taught me to live, I was taught to feel emotions, feelings, passions, and taught me very clearly and explicitly What is the sense of duty and the ineffable satisfaction in having done or that you feel better in having tried to do it, they taught me a sense of honor, loyalty to an ideal of respect for others and ourselves, also respect the feelings of others and their opinions, even and especially if discordant mine.
They taught me to love history, made not of subsequent events and dates, but of men like me with their passions, doubts, uncertainty, poverty and nobility, cowardice, but also courage and dedication.
I have shown, illustrated, taught the many facets, various expressions of the human soul and continue to teach again, I no longer adolescent psychiatrist but a mature age, and perhaps as many more texts and volumes of products my subject.
Not all films, of course, but most certainly and we continue to go to the movies, so I still consider the cinema, not simply as a leisure and entertainment and a chance to break from work, but as a school of life and of humanity.
That still before yesterday I went to cinema, with intent to see a film which many had already heard from him before he saw on the screens.
a specific reference to the film "Hachiko" directed by Lasse Hallstrom who co-starred on the scene to see how the famous actor Richard Gere.
co-star, because the real protagonist is a dog, Hachiko indeed, a wonderful example of the Japanese race Hakita.
But perhaps the real star of the film is not the man nor the dog, but the wonderful, poignant feeling that inextricably link the two, a feeling which does not dissolve, that does not break, does not stop even when death interrupts the life of one of the two, man and dog Hachiko, faithful to this feeling, for ten long years, every day, goes to the station to wait for his master decides to return, to come down from that train every day now brought him back down from him to rejoin that wonderful marriage, which even death was able to dissolve, but after ten long years of waiting, death itself will reconstitute the dog, allowing him to finally reach its owner in a better world where no one ever will be able to separate them.
whole history here, simple, basic, clean, natural, but true, absolutely true that happened in Japan, at the beginning of the last century, where a statue of the station and recalls always remember, who will be able and will want to understand the extraordinary, superhuman, but profoundly true loyalty and love that binds the dog man.
Only those who have the good fortune, fate, the privilege of having close, close, or have had a dog, can fully understand.
But even those who do not enjoy this privilege, or perhaps they want to enjoy can come close to understanding it, can enjoy this feeling, it can be moved in front of this wonderful feeling, mostly unknown to us humans.
When the film ended, when the lights are ablaze in the room, everybody's eyes, children, young people, mature adults, men and women were red emotion and also my course and the people who were with me.
While people sedately and slowly came out of the room, no one had the courage, the desire to speak, to comment, to utter a word, do not waste, he argues, not to contaminate the atmosphere of excitement and emotion that the film had aroused and left before them.
But perhaps one of the audience was not moved, only one, if you have seen the movie in any room, one that has seen the film to work and not because prompted by a legitimate desire, or the "film critic" Paul D'Agostino, who commented on the movie page of yesterday, January 2, 2010, the newspaper "La Repubblica".
A Paul D'Agostino did not like the film, it is obvious and clearly inferred from his words and for this I have nothing to say, it is his freedom that respect, but do not agree.
But that does not respect and do not share is the superb air of superiority, haughtiness and haughty detachment with which our critic mocks the film considered "a tearful apology and mannered fable about loyalty and love."
Perhaps the pessimistic and disenchanted critic believes that these feelings are nonexistent, outdated, anachronistic, unnecessary, naive, useless in our society as modern and progressive?
Maybe I'm not politically correct?
Maybe I'm not high enough and sufficiently culturally "left" for the public learned of his readers?
Domenico Mazzullo
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