Saturday, January 29, 2011
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Drive-in Theaters Indiana
CAPELLI ROSSO-FIAMMA ABITA DALLE MIE PARTI
At least I think after an encore of yesterday morning.
Yes, because at the end of my usual walk around instead of starting from the entrance way that when I leave home and I always do, I walked toward the street parallel to the bus stop coming then that still do not have to take. And who
see you stop? The same young woman with flaming red hair that I saw - or rather I talked and admired - more than two months ago, 7 November 2010.
The same clothes, same attitude with the phone, holding the right ear with his hand by long fingers, the same hair and a blinding glare of the sun appear to be illuminated even more.
As I walk the edge of the sidewalk bordering the red turns slightly and smiled at me, still talking on the phone. A little 'surprised I stop and make a nod to mo' greeting, she makes a sign with his left hand, small and streamlined as the other, making intend to wait a moment. I turn to see if everything is pointing to someone else, but there's only me.
finished speaking he says
= prejudice how are you?
= do you remember me? =
certainly the last time we exchanged a few words and then ... =
you ... uh ... can I use you?
= yes, so I'm going too well
= e. .. clothes here?
= yes, not far from this stop =
know ... get to work?
= as always, at least on weekdays =
I ask you a personal question if you let me ...
= true you're a curious type?
= yes, I admit
= = shoot at your boy, if you have it, they like your hair?
= I'm not a he but a she
= ah! =
your downfall?
= me? And why? Everyone is free to be with the one she likes ... =
thought I did, you have gray hair I have ... =
beyond those I also have a brain that still works, but just little enough for me anyway =
there I had a man but it would be better not to have known him. Now I am fine with my girlfriend. He's younger than me but we really love each other. We live together in the same house
= I think that's what counts the most =
can you swear. The bus is coming. You have to go too?
= no clothes here in two steps and then ... =
then hello, see you ...
= hello ... my name is Aldo and you?
= is important to you?
= well, well ...
= I'll tell you when we meet next time, I look up
hello, rest stop for a while 'so I wonder what will be meant by that last sentence. 
At least I think after an encore of yesterday morning.
Yes, because at the end of my usual walk around instead of starting from the entrance way that when I leave home and I always do, I walked toward the street parallel to the bus stop coming then that still do not have to take. And who
see you stop? The same young woman with flaming red hair that I saw - or rather I talked and admired - more than two months ago, 7 November 2010.
The same clothes, same attitude with the phone, holding the right ear with his hand by long fingers, the same hair and a blinding glare of the sun appear to be illuminated even more.
As I walk the edge of the sidewalk bordering the red turns slightly and smiled at me, still talking on the phone. A little 'surprised I stop and make a nod to mo' greeting, she makes a sign with his left hand, small and streamlined as the other, making intend to wait a moment. I turn to see if everything is pointing to someone else, but there's only me.
finished speaking he says
= prejudice how are you?
= do you remember me? =
certainly the last time we exchanged a few words and then ... =
you ... uh ... can I use you?
= yes, so I'm going too well
= e. .. clothes here?
= yes, not far from this stop =
know ... get to work?
= as always, at least on weekdays =
I ask you a personal question if you let me ...
= true you're a curious type?
= yes, I admit
= = shoot at your boy, if you have it, they like your hair?
= I'm not a he but a she
= ah! =
your downfall?
= me? And why? Everyone is free to be with the one she likes ... =
thought I did, you have gray hair I have ... =
beyond those I also have a brain that still works, but just little enough for me anyway =
there I had a man but it would be better not to have known him. Now I am fine with my girlfriend. He's younger than me but we really love each other. We live together in the same house
= I think that's what counts the most =
can you swear. The bus is coming. You have to go too?
= no clothes here in two steps and then ... =
then hello, see you ...
= hello ... my name is Aldo and you?
= is important to you?
= well, well ...
= I'll tell you when we meet next time, I look up
hello, rest stop for a while 'so I wonder what will be meant by that last sentence.
Drive-in Theaters Indiana
CAPELLI ROSSO-FIAMMA ABITA DALLE MIE PARTI
At least I think after an encore of yesterday morning.
Yes, because at the end of my usual walk around instead of starting from the entrance way that when I leave home and I always do, I walked toward the street parallel to the bus stop coming then that still do not have to take. And who
see you stop? The same young woman with flaming red hair that I saw - or rather I talked and admired - more than two months ago, 7 November 2010.
The same clothes, same attitude with the phone, holding the right ear with his hand by long fingers, the same hair and a blinding glare of the sun appear to be illuminated even more.
As I walk the edge of the sidewalk bordering the red turns slightly and smiled at me, still talking on the phone. A little 'surprised I stop and make a nod to mo' greeting, she makes a sign with his left hand, small and streamlined as the other, making intend to wait a moment. I turn to see if everything is pointing to someone else, but there's only me.
finished speaking he says
= prejudice how are you?
= do you remember me? =
certainly the last time we exchanged a few words and then ... =
you ... uh ... can I use you?
= yes, so I'm going too well
= e. .. clothes here?
= yes, not far from this stop =
know ... get to work?
= as always, at least on weekdays =
I ask you a personal question if you let me ...
= true you're a curious type?
= yes, I admit
= = shoot at your boy, if you have it, they like your hair?
= I'm not a he but a she
= ah! =
your downfall?
= me? And why? Everyone is free to be with the one she likes ... =
thought I did, you have gray hair I have ... =
beyond those I also have a brain that still works, but just little enough for me anyway =
there I had a man but it would be better not to have known him. Now I am fine with my girlfriend. He's younger than me but we really love each other. We live together in the same house
= I think that's what counts the most =
can you swear. The bus is coming. You have to go too?
= no clothes here in two steps and then ... =
then hello, see you ...
= hello ... my name is Aldo and you?
= is important to you?
= well, well ...
= I'll tell you when we meet next time, I look up
hello, rest stop for a while 'so I wonder what will be meant by that last sentence.
At least I think after an encore of yesterday morning.
Yes, because at the end of my usual walk around instead of starting from the entrance way that when I leave home and I always do, I walked toward the street parallel to the bus stop coming then that still do not have to take. And who
see you stop? The same young woman with flaming red hair that I saw - or rather I talked and admired - more than two months ago, 7 November 2010.
The same clothes, same attitude with the phone, holding the right ear with his hand by long fingers, the same hair and a blinding glare of the sun appear to be illuminated even more.
As I walk the edge of the sidewalk bordering the red turns slightly and smiled at me, still talking on the phone. A little 'surprised I stop and make a nod to mo' greeting, she makes a sign with his left hand, small and streamlined as the other, making intend to wait a moment. I turn to see if everything is pointing to someone else, but there's only me.
finished speaking he says
= prejudice how are you?
= do you remember me? =
certainly the last time we exchanged a few words and then ... =
you ... uh ... can I use you?
= yes, so I'm going too well
= e. .. clothes here?
= yes, not far from this stop =
know ... get to work?
= as always, at least on weekdays =
I ask you a personal question if you let me ...
= true you're a curious type?
= yes, I admit
= = shoot at your boy, if you have it, they like your hair?
= I'm not a he but a she
= ah! =
your downfall?
= me? And why? Everyone is free to be with the one she likes ... =
thought I did, you have gray hair I have ... =
beyond those I also have a brain that still works, but just little enough for me anyway =
there I had a man but it would be better not to have known him. Now I am fine with my girlfriend. He's younger than me but we really love each other. We live together in the same house
= I think that's what counts the most =
can you swear. The bus is coming. You have to go too?
= no clothes here in two steps and then ... =
then hello, see you ...
= hello ... my name is Aldo and you?
= is important to you?
= well, well ...
= I'll tell you when we meet next time, I look up
hello, rest stop for a while 'so I wonder what will be meant by that last sentence.
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Darmowy Hostng Bez Reklam
PERDERE UN AMICO
course is not like losing their parents, their brothers or their children, but the loss of a friend so special to me hit a lot. And they suffered a lot when I learned.
We met in the hospital twenty-four and both of us had a close friendship.
Our respective girlfriends came to visit us at least twice a week and they had also become friends.
When we finished the period of hospitalization we were in agreement to continue to attend even if I lived in Rome and he was in open country little more than forty miles away.
While not the machine - the license taken twelve years later - was not going to find it difficult because when I used the train and get off at the station in his country which is just five kilometers from his home in front of him was there waiting for me with his tractor.
So, every spring and every summer there was always seen from him because at those times had to help her family - parents and a sister married to a farmer - which owned extensive farm land, partly cultivated and partly used to pasture, and a huge country house.
Chickens and rabbits roamed freely around the house while two huge cows were removed in a small stable adjoining.
Sometimes I happened to see him while he took them out to pasture once and made me go with him with a cow in a nearby country that had a breeding bull, so he hoped to soon see the birth of a calf.
There was spoiled for choice when it came time to have lunch or dinner and I, except poultry and rabbits, did honor to all products of his campaign.
One day his brother, during a holiday, I forget which, he wanted to prepare a pork roast cooked but when I saw how it gave up the "savage meal". He had been buried, lifeless, in a small hole in the ground in front of the house, covered with wood and leaves to which was on fire. With all due respect to my friend and his family could not. If I had not seen the mis-made ... maybe, who knows.
Apart from that episode he spent unforgettable days, it may be because my paternal and maternal grandparents were farmers and I must have inherited something from them.
A couple of months before I got married I contacted him to invite him to my wedding but the father made me aware of what had happened.
My dear young friend, as a result of subsidence of the land which you had not noticed, had ended up crushed under the tractor. Died instantly.
I was shocked and I cried the disappearance.
His name was Elijah, and was the My best friend in those years. 
course is not like losing their parents, their brothers or their children, but the loss of a friend so special to me hit a lot. And they suffered a lot when I learned.
We met in the hospital twenty-four and both of us had a close friendship.
Our respective girlfriends came to visit us at least twice a week and they had also become friends.
When we finished the period of hospitalization we were in agreement to continue to attend even if I lived in Rome and he was in open country little more than forty miles away.
While not the machine - the license taken twelve years later - was not going to find it difficult because when I used the train and get off at the station in his country which is just five kilometers from his home in front of him was there waiting for me with his tractor.
So, every spring and every summer there was always seen from him because at those times had to help her family - parents and a sister married to a farmer - which owned extensive farm land, partly cultivated and partly used to pasture, and a huge country house.
Chickens and rabbits roamed freely around the house while two huge cows were removed in a small stable adjoining.
Sometimes I happened to see him while he took them out to pasture once and made me go with him with a cow in a nearby country that had a breeding bull, so he hoped to soon see the birth of a calf.
There was spoiled for choice when it came time to have lunch or dinner and I, except poultry and rabbits, did honor to all products of his campaign.
One day his brother, during a holiday, I forget which, he wanted to prepare a pork roast cooked but when I saw how it gave up the "savage meal". He had been buried, lifeless, in a small hole in the ground in front of the house, covered with wood and leaves to which was on fire. With all due respect to my friend and his family could not. If I had not seen the mis-made ... maybe, who knows.
Apart from that episode he spent unforgettable days, it may be because my paternal and maternal grandparents were farmers and I must have inherited something from them.
A couple of months before I got married I contacted him to invite him to my wedding but the father made me aware of what had happened.
My dear young friend, as a result of subsidence of the land which you had not noticed, had ended up crushed under the tractor. Died instantly.
I was shocked and I cried the disappearance.
His name was Elijah, and was the My best friend in those years.
Darmowy Hostng Bez Reklam
PERDERE UN AMICO
course is not like losing their parents, their brothers or their children, but the loss of a friend so special to me hit a lot. And they suffered a lot when I learned.
We met in the hospital twenty-four and both of us had a close friendship.
Our respective girlfriends came to visit us at least twice a week and they had also become friends.
When we finished the period of hospitalization we were in agreement to continue to attend even if I lived in Rome and he was in open country little more than forty miles away.
While not the machine - the license taken twelve years later - was not going to find it difficult because when I used the train and get off at the station in his country which is just five kilometers from his home in front of him was there waiting for me with his tractor.
So, every spring and every summer there was always seen from him because at those times had to help her family - parents and a sister married to a farmer - which owned extensive farm land, partly cultivated and partly used to pasture, and a huge country house.
Chickens and rabbits roamed freely around the house while two huge cows were removed in a small stable adjoining.
Sometimes I happened to see him while he took them out to pasture once and made me go with him with a cow in a nearby country that had a breeding bull, so he hoped to soon see the birth of a calf.
There was spoiled for choice when it came time to have lunch or dinner and I, except poultry and rabbits, did honor to all products of his campaign.
One day his brother, during a holiday, I forget which, he wanted to prepare a pork roast cooked but when I saw how it gave up the "savage meal". He had been buried, lifeless, in a small hole in the ground in front of the house, covered with wood and leaves to which was on fire. With all due respect to my friend and his family could not. If I had not seen the mis-made ... maybe, who knows.
Apart from that episode he spent unforgettable days, it may be because my paternal and maternal grandparents were farmers and I must have inherited something from them.
A couple of months before I got married I contacted him to invite him to my wedding but the father made me aware of what had happened.
My dear young friend, as a result of subsidence of the land which you had not noticed, had ended up crushed under the tractor. Died instantly.
I was shocked and I cried the disappearance.
His name was Elijah, and was the My best friend in those years.
course is not like losing their parents, their brothers or their children, but the loss of a friend so special to me hit a lot. And they suffered a lot when I learned.
We met in the hospital twenty-four and both of us had a close friendship.
Our respective girlfriends came to visit us at least twice a week and they had also become friends.
When we finished the period of hospitalization we were in agreement to continue to attend even if I lived in Rome and he was in open country little more than forty miles away.
While not the machine - the license taken twelve years later - was not going to find it difficult because when I used the train and get off at the station in his country which is just five kilometers from his home in front of him was there waiting for me with his tractor.
So, every spring and every summer there was always seen from him because at those times had to help her family - parents and a sister married to a farmer - which owned extensive farm land, partly cultivated and partly used to pasture, and a huge country house.
Chickens and rabbits roamed freely around the house while two huge cows were removed in a small stable adjoining.
Sometimes I happened to see him while he took them out to pasture once and made me go with him with a cow in a nearby country that had a breeding bull, so he hoped to soon see the birth of a calf.
There was spoiled for choice when it came time to have lunch or dinner and I, except poultry and rabbits, did honor to all products of his campaign.
One day his brother, during a holiday, I forget which, he wanted to prepare a pork roast cooked but when I saw how it gave up the "savage meal". He had been buried, lifeless, in a small hole in the ground in front of the house, covered with wood and leaves to which was on fire. With all due respect to my friend and his family could not. If I had not seen the mis-made ... maybe, who knows.
Apart from that episode he spent unforgettable days, it may be because my paternal and maternal grandparents were farmers and I must have inherited something from them.
A couple of months before I got married I contacted him to invite him to my wedding but the father made me aware of what had happened.
My dear young friend, as a result of subsidence of the land which you had not noticed, had ended up crushed under the tractor. Died instantly.
I was shocked and I cried the disappearance.
His name was Elijah, and was the My best friend in those years.
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Ots Exp 99999999999999999999999999
L'ULTIMA CIFRA E' SBAGLIATA
= Be?
= Ready? Finally I find the doctor ...
= Excuse me lady I do not understand ...
= I rang yesterday and talked with his secretary ... = I
Lady ...
= His secretary told me that ... But you are Dr. Florentino?
= No, I'm not e. .. =
and colleague of the doctor?
= No ma'am I'm not the colleague ...
= So who is she? A patient?
= No, but I'm patient with her ...
= What do you mean?
= I, indeed, I would say if you allow me a moment's pause, that Dr. Florentino is not here ...
= Transferred study?
= I do not know, I'm here for about forty years and there has never been any study of doctor ...
= Then I must have dialed the wrong number ...
= I think so, what number did you? The
= xxxxxxx9 ...
= We are the usual ...
= Why?
= Simple. I receive many calls from other people that make up the numbers she quoted me thinking about what it's called with Dr. whereas they are wrong all committing the same mistake and that is that while that number is my doctor is almost equal that of the less 'last digit is zero and nine ...
= Oh! As I'm sorry, excuse me then. The fact is that I urge to talk to .......
Malgrado avessi tentato di salutarla cortesemente mi pregò di darle ascolto per qualche minuto. Io acconsentii e lei, con molta naturalezza, iniziò a parlare. Mi raccontò una parte della sua vita, volle dirmi come si chiamava, quale era la sua età – la metà dei miei settanta anni – dove abitava, cosa faceva e per ultimo mi chiese se potevamo vederci "visto che lei è stato così gentile con me".
Volevo rispondere negativamente poi prevalse la curiosità e fissammo un appuntamento per il giorno successivo – mercoledi – alle 19.00, al Gianicolo, ai piedi della statua di Garibaldi. Si rese necessario precisare, per poterci riconoscere, come ci saremmo vestiti e, parzialmente, il nostro reciproco aspect. I had the feeling to be playing like a film.
It was 19:00 pm of that fateful Wednesday that the Gianicolo, Garibaldi witness - albeit a bronze - was the beginning of our incredible history. The mine and Daphne, a mythological name. Some time later, after my question, I said it was his father to call it that at the time of birth. The inspiration had come to visit the Galleria Borghese in Rome, admiring Bernini's sculpture depicting the marble group of Apollo and Daphne. And he was right because when I saw that famous Wednesday of March for the first time Daphne in the flesh I was almost speechless. Very, very attractive and I've never been an Apollo. The day the first meeting between the two of us the most uncomfortable - and even bewildered - it was me. We introduced ourselves - for a while I did not stutter - and we sat on a bench from which one could admire the panorama of Rome at the first light of evening. I do not know if it was this view or the mildness of the evening to push both of us to tell us almost everything. She was married and no children because she could never have. This fact had caused a severe depression for which a few years, twice a week, went in the studio of that doctor - psychologist pointed out to me - to follow a therapy. The relationship with your husband were unfortunately damaged but continued to live together because neither of them wanted to divorce or adopt children. Now they were just friends and all of them lived a life. Do not I asked them the reason for this strange decision. I did not want to intrude further. Faced with this delicate and personal confidences so I was a bit 'confused and I pointed this out, but she did not care. Even if he could not explain it felt that it could let you know everything. I said then that all this could have a logic explanation arising from the fact that, given my age, I could be his father or perhaps his grandfather. Daphne looked at me and begged me not to be silly explaining why. He told me very clearly that since we were sitting about three hours earlier, she had not looked my appearance, it was "frigate" to use his words. I had only listened and peered inside. And this was enough. When
shortly after we parted, we hugged a long time without any hesitation.
still go on living this incredible story to relieve our two solitudes. 
= Be?
= Ready? Finally I find the doctor ...
= Excuse me lady I do not understand ...
= I rang yesterday and talked with his secretary ... = I
Lady ...
= His secretary told me that ... But you are Dr. Florentino?
= No, I'm not e. .. =
and colleague of the doctor?
= No ma'am I'm not the colleague ...
= So who is she? A patient?
= No, but I'm patient with her ...
= What do you mean?
= I, indeed, I would say if you allow me a moment's pause, that Dr. Florentino is not here ...
= Transferred study?
= I do not know, I'm here for about forty years and there has never been any study of doctor ...
= Then I must have dialed the wrong number ...
= I think so, what number did you? The
= xxxxxxx9 ...
= We are the usual ...
= Why?
= Simple. I receive many calls from other people that make up the numbers she quoted me thinking about what it's called with Dr. whereas they are wrong all committing the same mistake and that is that while that number is my doctor is almost equal that of the less 'last digit is zero and nine ...
= Oh! As I'm sorry, excuse me then. The fact is that I urge to talk to .......
Malgrado avessi tentato di salutarla cortesemente mi pregò di darle ascolto per qualche minuto. Io acconsentii e lei, con molta naturalezza, iniziò a parlare. Mi raccontò una parte della sua vita, volle dirmi come si chiamava, quale era la sua età – la metà dei miei settanta anni – dove abitava, cosa faceva e per ultimo mi chiese se potevamo vederci "visto che lei è stato così gentile con me".
Volevo rispondere negativamente poi prevalse la curiosità e fissammo un appuntamento per il giorno successivo – mercoledi – alle 19.00, al Gianicolo, ai piedi della statua di Garibaldi. Si rese necessario precisare, per poterci riconoscere, come ci saremmo vestiti e, parzialmente, il nostro reciproco aspect. I had the feeling to be playing like a film.
It was 19:00 pm of that fateful Wednesday that the Gianicolo, Garibaldi witness - albeit a bronze - was the beginning of our incredible history. The mine and Daphne, a mythological name. Some time later, after my question, I said it was his father to call it that at the time of birth. The inspiration had come to visit the Galleria Borghese in Rome, admiring Bernini's sculpture depicting the marble group of Apollo and Daphne. And he was right because when I saw that famous Wednesday of March for the first time Daphne in the flesh I was almost speechless. Very, very attractive and I've never been an Apollo. The day the first meeting between the two of us the most uncomfortable - and even bewildered - it was me. We introduced ourselves - for a while I did not stutter - and we sat on a bench from which one could admire the panorama of Rome at the first light of evening. I do not know if it was this view or the mildness of the evening to push both of us to tell us almost everything. She was married and no children because she could never have. This fact had caused a severe depression for which a few years, twice a week, went in the studio of that doctor - psychologist pointed out to me - to follow a therapy. The relationship with your husband were unfortunately damaged but continued to live together because neither of them wanted to divorce or adopt children. Now they were just friends and all of them lived a life. Do not I asked them the reason for this strange decision. I did not want to intrude further. Faced with this delicate and personal confidences so I was a bit 'confused and I pointed this out, but she did not care. Even if he could not explain it felt that it could let you know everything. I said then that all this could have a logic explanation arising from the fact that, given my age, I could be his father or perhaps his grandfather. Daphne looked at me and begged me not to be silly explaining why. He told me very clearly that since we were sitting about three hours earlier, she had not looked my appearance, it was "frigate" to use his words. I had only listened and peered inside. And this was enough. When
shortly after we parted, we hugged a long time without any hesitation.
still go on living this incredible story to relieve our two solitudes.
Ots Exp 99999999999999999999999999
L'ULTIMA CIFRA E' SBAGLIATA
= Be?
= Ready? Finally I find the doctor ...
= Excuse me lady I do not understand ...
= I rang yesterday and talked with his secretary ... = I
Lady ...
= His secretary told me that ... But you are Dr. Florentino?
= No, I'm not e. .. =
and colleague of the doctor?
= No ma'am I'm not the colleague ...
= So who is she? A patient?
= No, but I'm patient with her ...
= What do you mean?
= I, indeed, I would say if you allow me a moment's pause, that Dr. Florentino is not here ...
= Transferred study?
= I do not know, I'm here for about forty years and there has never been any study of doctor ...
= Then I must have dialed the wrong number ...
= I think so, what number did you? The
= xxxxxxx9 ...
= We are the usual ...
= Why?
= Simple. I receive many calls from other people that make up the numbers she quoted me thinking about what it's called with Dr. whereas they are wrong all committing the same mistake and that is that while that number is my doctor is almost equal that of the less 'last digit is zero and nine ...
= Oh! As I'm sorry, excuse me then. The fact is that I urge to talk to .......
Malgrado avessi tentato di salutarla cortesemente mi pregò di darle ascolto per qualche minuto. Io acconsentii e lei, con molta naturalezza, iniziò a parlare. Mi raccontò una parte della sua vita, volle dirmi come si chiamava, quale era la sua età – la metà dei miei settanta anni – dove abitava, cosa faceva e per ultimo mi chiese se potevamo vederci "visto che lei è stato così gentile con me".
Volevo rispondere negativamente poi prevalse la curiosità e fissammo un appuntamento per il giorno successivo – mercoledi – alle 19.00, al Gianicolo, ai piedi della statua di Garibaldi. Si rese necessario precisare, per poterci riconoscere, come ci saremmo vestiti e, parzialmente, il nostro reciproco aspect. I had the feeling to be playing like a film.
It was 19:00 pm of that fateful Wednesday that the Gianicolo, Garibaldi witness - albeit a bronze - was the beginning of our incredible history. The mine and Daphne, a mythological name. Some time later, after my question, I said it was his father to call it that at the time of birth. The inspiration had come to visit the Galleria Borghese in Rome, admiring Bernini's sculpture depicting the marble group of Apollo and Daphne. And he was right because when I saw that famous Wednesday of March for the first time Daphne in the flesh I was almost speechless. Very, very attractive and I've never been an Apollo. The day the first meeting between the two of us the most uncomfortable - and even bewildered - it was me. We introduced ourselves - for a while I did not stutter - and we sat on a bench from which one could admire the panorama of Rome at the first light of evening. I do not know if it was this view or the mildness of the evening to push both of us to tell us almost everything. She was married and no children because she could never have. This fact had caused a severe depression for which a few years, twice a week, went in the studio of that doctor - psychologist pointed out to me - to follow a therapy. The relationship with your husband were unfortunately damaged but continued to live together because neither of them wanted to divorce or adopt children. Now they were just friends and all of them lived a life. Do not I asked them the reason for this strange decision. I did not want to intrude further. Faced with this delicate and personal confidences so I was a bit 'confused and I pointed this out, but she did not care. Even if he could not explain it felt that it could let you know everything. I said then that all this could have a logic explanation arising from the fact that, given my age, I could be his father or perhaps his grandfather. Daphne looked at me and begged me not to be silly explaining why. He told me very clearly that since we were sitting about three hours earlier, she had not looked my appearance, it was "frigate" to use his words. I had only listened and peered inside. And this was enough. When
shortly after we parted, we hugged a long time without any hesitation.
still go on living this incredible story to relieve our two solitudes.
= Be?
= Ready? Finally I find the doctor ...
= Excuse me lady I do not understand ...
= I rang yesterday and talked with his secretary ... = I
Lady ...
= His secretary told me that ... But you are Dr. Florentino?
= No, I'm not e. .. =
and colleague of the doctor?
= No ma'am I'm not the colleague ...
= So who is she? A patient?
= No, but I'm patient with her ...
= What do you mean?
= I, indeed, I would say if you allow me a moment's pause, that Dr. Florentino is not here ...
= Transferred study?
= I do not know, I'm here for about forty years and there has never been any study of doctor ...
= Then I must have dialed the wrong number ...
= I think so, what number did you? The
= xxxxxxx9 ...
= We are the usual ...
= Why?
= Simple. I receive many calls from other people that make up the numbers she quoted me thinking about what it's called with Dr. whereas they are wrong all committing the same mistake and that is that while that number is my doctor is almost equal that of the less 'last digit is zero and nine ...
= Oh! As I'm sorry, excuse me then. The fact is that I urge to talk to .......
Malgrado avessi tentato di salutarla cortesemente mi pregò di darle ascolto per qualche minuto. Io acconsentii e lei, con molta naturalezza, iniziò a parlare. Mi raccontò una parte della sua vita, volle dirmi come si chiamava, quale era la sua età – la metà dei miei settanta anni – dove abitava, cosa faceva e per ultimo mi chiese se potevamo vederci "visto che lei è stato così gentile con me".
Volevo rispondere negativamente poi prevalse la curiosità e fissammo un appuntamento per il giorno successivo – mercoledi – alle 19.00, al Gianicolo, ai piedi della statua di Garibaldi. Si rese necessario precisare, per poterci riconoscere, come ci saremmo vestiti e, parzialmente, il nostro reciproco aspect. I had the feeling to be playing like a film.
It was 19:00 pm of that fateful Wednesday that the Gianicolo, Garibaldi witness - albeit a bronze - was the beginning of our incredible history. The mine and Daphne, a mythological name. Some time later, after my question, I said it was his father to call it that at the time of birth. The inspiration had come to visit the Galleria Borghese in Rome, admiring Bernini's sculpture depicting the marble group of Apollo and Daphne. And he was right because when I saw that famous Wednesday of March for the first time Daphne in the flesh I was almost speechless. Very, very attractive and I've never been an Apollo. The day the first meeting between the two of us the most uncomfortable - and even bewildered - it was me. We introduced ourselves - for a while I did not stutter - and we sat on a bench from which one could admire the panorama of Rome at the first light of evening. I do not know if it was this view or the mildness of the evening to push both of us to tell us almost everything. She was married and no children because she could never have. This fact had caused a severe depression for which a few years, twice a week, went in the studio of that doctor - psychologist pointed out to me - to follow a therapy. The relationship with your husband were unfortunately damaged but continued to live together because neither of them wanted to divorce or adopt children. Now they were just friends and all of them lived a life. Do not I asked them the reason for this strange decision. I did not want to intrude further. Faced with this delicate and personal confidences so I was a bit 'confused and I pointed this out, but she did not care. Even if he could not explain it felt that it could let you know everything. I said then that all this could have a logic explanation arising from the fact that, given my age, I could be his father or perhaps his grandfather. Daphne looked at me and begged me not to be silly explaining why. He told me very clearly that since we were sitting about three hours earlier, she had not looked my appearance, it was "frigate" to use his words. I had only listened and peered inside. And this was enough. When
shortly after we parted, we hugged a long time without any hesitation.
still go on living this incredible story to relieve our two solitudes.
Monday, January 10, 2011
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IL FILM E' INIZIATO DA POCO
I went to the cinema to watch house close to watching a film that interested me to see.
I have not had time to go before the start of the afternoon show, but the person in charge of checking tickets told me that after just five minutes. The course
room is dark, illuminated only by the brightness of images that scroll across the screen and I I go a bit 'groping.
I can barely see one empty seat in the middle of the seventh row of the audience, getting permission from the people sitting e. .. pesto one foot to someone who portrays him in pain.
Whisper softly
= Please forgive me
A female voice answers me whispering
= Do not worry, it's nothing
With the corner of my eye I try to figure out who owns that item.
A woman certainly, about my age, thirty years. I can see nothing else.
await the interval between the first and second time when the lights in the room. This happens after about fifty minutes.
= Do not worry, it has made me nothing painful
= I beg your pardon again, knows the dark ...
= Forget it, rather like the film?
= Really I had imagined a little 'more ...
= Yes, is not very good =
He's right ...
= I'm leaving, you are doing? Left?
= How? Um ... almost as if following his example
= Well, let's go.
While we get to the exit and c'incamminiamo have plenty of time to examine it well. Top marks.
exiting the film she makes me
= I have a car nearby, she lives near you?
= No, but I came up with the tram ...
= want me to be with?
= well ... you know ... I ...
= Let's do this, I accompany you, I am came to Rome from Bologna and until today I have to hold a meeting here to work. My hotel is not far away. In a hurry to get home?
= No, not for what it is ... the ... the ...
= The issue is more complicated? Do not worry, I do not want anything to her and she will do the same. It is the prerogative of men only want to spend some time with anyone, then come with me and do not scruple.
= I do not do it, I just do not say ... this is entertainment with a woman ...
= Quiet, not the military "occupation" the world's oldest, I like a man and she is one of them. Offer free, take it or leave it.
************************************************* *******************************
alarm sounds, get up and, unlike other times, oddly enough I remember all the details of this dream, except the last one that is, if I accepted the offer or not. 
I went to the cinema to watch house close to watching a film that interested me to see.
I have not had time to go before the start of the afternoon show, but the person in charge of checking tickets told me that after just five minutes. The course
room is dark, illuminated only by the brightness of images that scroll across the screen and I I go a bit 'groping.
I can barely see one empty seat in the middle of the seventh row of the audience, getting permission from the people sitting e. .. pesto one foot to someone who portrays him in pain.
Whisper softly
= Please forgive me
A female voice answers me whispering
= Do not worry, it's nothing
With the corner of my eye I try to figure out who owns that item.
A woman certainly, about my age, thirty years. I can see nothing else.
await the interval between the first and second time when the lights in the room. This happens after about fifty minutes.
= Do not worry, it has made me nothing painful
= I beg your pardon again, knows the dark ...
= Forget it, rather like the film?
= Really I had imagined a little 'more ...
= Yes, is not very good =
He's right ...
= I'm leaving, you are doing? Left?
= How? Um ... almost as if following his example
= Well, let's go.
While we get to the exit and c'incamminiamo have plenty of time to examine it well. Top marks.
exiting the film she makes me
= I have a car nearby, she lives near you?
= No, but I came up with the tram ...
= want me to be with?
= well ... you know ... I ...
= Let's do this, I accompany you, I am came to Rome from Bologna and until today I have to hold a meeting here to work. My hotel is not far away. In a hurry to get home?
= No, not for what it is ... the ... the ...
= The issue is more complicated? Do not worry, I do not want anything to her and she will do the same. It is the prerogative of men only want to spend some time with anyone, then come with me and do not scruple.
= I do not do it, I just do not say ... this is entertainment with a woman ...
= Quiet, not the military "occupation" the world's oldest, I like a man and she is one of them. Offer free, take it or leave it.
************************************************* *******************************
alarm sounds, get up and, unlike other times, oddly enough I remember all the details of this dream, except the last one that is, if I accepted the offer or not.
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IL FILM E' INIZIATO DA POCO
I went to the cinema to watch house close to watching a film that interested me to see.
I have not had time to go before the start of the afternoon show, but the person in charge of checking tickets told me that after just five minutes. The course
room is dark, illuminated only by the brightness of images that scroll across the screen and I I go a bit 'groping.
I can barely see one empty seat in the middle of the seventh row of the audience, getting permission from the people sitting e. .. pesto one foot to someone who portrays him in pain.
Whisper softly
= Please forgive me
A female voice answers me whispering
= Do not worry, it's nothing
With the corner of my eye I try to figure out who owns that item.
A woman certainly, about my age, thirty years. I can see nothing else.
await the interval between the first and second time when the lights in the room. This happens after about fifty minutes.
= Do not worry, it has made me nothing painful
= I beg your pardon again, knows the dark ...
= Forget it, rather like the film?
= Really I had imagined a little 'more ...
= Yes, is not very good =
He's right ...
= I'm leaving, you are doing? Left?
= How? Um ... almost as if following his example
= Well, let's go.
While we get to the exit and c'incamminiamo have plenty of time to examine it well. Top marks.
exiting the film she makes me
= I have a car nearby, she lives near you?
= No, but I came up with the tram ...
= want me to be with?
= well ... you know ... I ...
= Let's do this, I accompany you, I am came to Rome from Bologna and until today I have to hold a meeting here to work. My hotel is not far away. In a hurry to get home?
= No, not for what it is ... the ... the ...
= The issue is more complicated? Do not worry, I do not want anything to her and she will do the same. It is the prerogative of men only want to spend some time with anyone, then come with me and do not scruple.
= I do not do it, I just do not say ... this is entertainment with a woman ...
= Quiet, not the military "occupation" the world's oldest, I like a man and she is one of them. Offer free, take it or leave it.
************************************************* *******************************
alarm sounds, get up and, unlike other times, oddly enough I remember all the details of this dream, except the last one that is, if I accepted the offer or not.
I went to the cinema to watch house close to watching a film that interested me to see.
I have not had time to go before the start of the afternoon show, but the person in charge of checking tickets told me that after just five minutes. The course
room is dark, illuminated only by the brightness of images that scroll across the screen and I I go a bit 'groping.
I can barely see one empty seat in the middle of the seventh row of the audience, getting permission from the people sitting e. .. pesto one foot to someone who portrays him in pain.
Whisper softly
= Please forgive me
A female voice answers me whispering
= Do not worry, it's nothing
With the corner of my eye I try to figure out who owns that item.
A woman certainly, about my age, thirty years. I can see nothing else.
await the interval between the first and second time when the lights in the room. This happens after about fifty minutes.
= Do not worry, it has made me nothing painful
= I beg your pardon again, knows the dark ...
= Forget it, rather like the film?
= Really I had imagined a little 'more ...
= Yes, is not very good =
He's right ...
= I'm leaving, you are doing? Left?
= How? Um ... almost as if following his example
= Well, let's go.
While we get to the exit and c'incamminiamo have plenty of time to examine it well. Top marks.
exiting the film she makes me
= I have a car nearby, she lives near you?
= No, but I came up with the tram ...
= want me to be with?
= well ... you know ... I ...
= Let's do this, I accompany you, I am came to Rome from Bologna and until today I have to hold a meeting here to work. My hotel is not far away. In a hurry to get home?
= No, not for what it is ... the ... the ...
= The issue is more complicated? Do not worry, I do not want anything to her and she will do the same. It is the prerogative of men only want to spend some time with anyone, then come with me and do not scruple.
= I do not do it, I just do not say ... this is entertainment with a woman ...
= Quiet, not the military "occupation" the world's oldest, I like a man and she is one of them. Offer free, take it or leave it.
************************************************* *******************************
alarm sounds, get up and, unlike other times, oddly enough I remember all the details of this dream, except the last one that is, if I accepted the offer or not.
Thursday, January 6, 2011
T.k.mukherjee Optimos
SONNO
My personal war against sleep began about when he started the Second World War, more than seventy years ago.
to think of it I'd like to beat this sort of record coming at the time of the Hundred Years' between England and France - starring among others the well-known Joan of Arc Maid of Orleans.
I think the reason for my insomnia stems from an incident that still remember very well.
I was about ten years and my house we four brothers we had been accustomed from our mother to go to bed no later than twenty-one also because we had no TV, then a perfect stranger.
Me and my older brother - twelve years - were sleeping in two beds in the dining room, the other two - six and four years - in the bedroom of our parents.
My mother used to stay up late waiting for the return of my father - the driver of theater - that comes home from work just before midnight.
After fixing what we messed up we were brothers in the house she used to come and sit in the dining room or reduce the extent to mend the clothes of us older siblings and then passarli a quelli più piccoli.
Nel frattempo ci raccontava fatti della sua gioventù fino a che non ci vedeva entrambi addormentati.
Un giorno però mi raccontò l'episodio cui facevo cenno prima.
Mi disse che non una ma almeno tre volte nel corso degli ultimi tempi, verso le ventitré, mezz'ora pù mezz'ora meno, io mi alzavo dal letto e, avviandomi in cucina, ad alta voce dicevo =mi devo sbrigare sennò faccio tardi a scuola=
Poco dopo tornavo dalla cucina e mi rimettevo tranquillamente sotto le coperte.
Mia madre non mi diceva neppure una parola perché sapeva che non era opportuno svegliarmi.
E meno male che non ho imitato il più piccolo dei miei fratelli il quale una Once, as a child, he saw a box on the kitchen table for something substantial and, believing cheese, gave him a bite. It was laundry soap.
long time are no longer a sleepwalker but I can not sleep unless I take a sleeping tablet. Question
perhaps a little 'stupid for some reason it says on the boxes of tablets for oral use. " Can be used in other ways, such as suppositories? Too small, I think not.
current situation and its derivatives on the sleep thing is this: every night at 21 - 21:10 barring unforeseen circumstances, I put to sleep my pc-Pasquale. I look for in a movie or a TV broadcast to see and decent, around 23 - 23.30 when such programs usually stop, I take the sleeping tablet which to take effect, at least for me, it takes at least an hour. Kill time on the channel tuning decoderizzato Rai and History, just fifteen minutes before 2:00 I wake up.
I have to start all over again: get up from where I was sitting, sleeping, etc etc get in my pajamas. The carousel
daily, evening, night has even started to turn. 
My personal war against sleep began about when he started the Second World War, more than seventy years ago.
to think of it I'd like to beat this sort of record coming at the time of the Hundred Years' between England and France - starring among others the well-known Joan of Arc Maid of Orleans.
I think the reason for my insomnia stems from an incident that still remember very well.
I was about ten years and my house we four brothers we had been accustomed from our mother to go to bed no later than twenty-one also because we had no TV, then a perfect stranger.
Me and my older brother - twelve years - were sleeping in two beds in the dining room, the other two - six and four years - in the bedroom of our parents.
My mother used to stay up late waiting for the return of my father - the driver of theater - that comes home from work just before midnight.
After fixing what we messed up we were brothers in the house she used to come and sit in the dining room or reduce the extent to mend the clothes of us older siblings and then passarli a quelli più piccoli.
Nel frattempo ci raccontava fatti della sua gioventù fino a che non ci vedeva entrambi addormentati.
Un giorno però mi raccontò l'episodio cui facevo cenno prima.
Mi disse che non una ma almeno tre volte nel corso degli ultimi tempi, verso le ventitré, mezz'ora pù mezz'ora meno, io mi alzavo dal letto e, avviandomi in cucina, ad alta voce dicevo =mi devo sbrigare sennò faccio tardi a scuola=
Poco dopo tornavo dalla cucina e mi rimettevo tranquillamente sotto le coperte.
Mia madre non mi diceva neppure una parola perché sapeva che non era opportuno svegliarmi.
E meno male che non ho imitato il più piccolo dei miei fratelli il quale una Once, as a child, he saw a box on the kitchen table for something substantial and, believing cheese, gave him a bite. It was laundry soap.
long time are no longer a sleepwalker but I can not sleep unless I take a sleeping tablet. Question
perhaps a little 'stupid for some reason it says on the boxes of tablets for oral use. " Can be used in other ways, such as suppositories? Too small, I think not.
current situation and its derivatives on the sleep thing is this: every night at 21 - 21:10 barring unforeseen circumstances, I put to sleep my pc-Pasquale. I look for in a movie or a TV broadcast to see and decent, around 23 - 23.30 when such programs usually stop, I take the sleeping tablet which to take effect, at least for me, it takes at least an hour. Kill time on the channel tuning decoderizzato Rai and History, just fifteen minutes before 2:00 I wake up.
I have to start all over again: get up from where I was sitting, sleeping, etc etc get in my pajamas. The carousel
daily, evening, night has even started to turn.
T.k.mukherjee Optimos
SONNO
My personal war against sleep began about when he started the Second World War, more than seventy years ago.
to think of it I'd like to beat this sort of record coming at the time of the Hundred Years' between England and France - starring among others the well-known Joan of Arc Maid of Orleans.
I think the reason for my insomnia stems from an incident that still remember very well.
I was about ten years and my house we four brothers we had been accustomed from our mother to go to bed no later than twenty-one also because we had no TV, then a perfect stranger.
Me and my older brother - twelve years - were sleeping in two beds in the dining room, the other two - six and four years - in the bedroom of our parents.
My mother used to stay up late waiting for the return of my father - the driver of theater - that comes home from work just before midnight.
After fixing what we messed up we were brothers in the house she used to come and sit in the dining room or reduce the extent to mend the clothes of us older siblings and then passarli a quelli più piccoli.
Nel frattempo ci raccontava fatti della sua gioventù fino a che non ci vedeva entrambi addormentati.
Un giorno però mi raccontò l'episodio cui facevo cenno prima.
Mi disse che non una ma almeno tre volte nel corso degli ultimi tempi, verso le ventitré, mezz'ora pù mezz'ora meno, io mi alzavo dal letto e, avviandomi in cucina, ad alta voce dicevo =mi devo sbrigare sennò faccio tardi a scuola=
Poco dopo tornavo dalla cucina e mi rimettevo tranquillamente sotto le coperte.
Mia madre non mi diceva neppure una parola perché sapeva che non era opportuno svegliarmi.
E meno male che non ho imitato il più piccolo dei miei fratelli il quale una Once, as a child, he saw a box on the kitchen table for something substantial and, believing cheese, gave him a bite. It was laundry soap.
long time are no longer a sleepwalker but I can not sleep unless I take a sleeping tablet. Question
perhaps a little 'stupid for some reason it says on the boxes of tablets for oral use. " Can be used in other ways, such as suppositories? Too small, I think not.
current situation and its derivatives on the sleep thing is this: every night at 21 - 21:10 barring unforeseen circumstances, I put to sleep my pc-Pasquale. I look for in a movie or a TV broadcast to see and decent, around 23 - 23.30 when such programs usually stop, I take the sleeping tablet which to take effect, at least for me, it takes at least an hour. Kill time on the channel tuning decoderizzato Rai and History, just fifteen minutes before 2:00 I wake up.
I have to start all over again: get up from where I was sitting, sleeping, etc etc get in my pajamas. The carousel
daily, evening, night has even started to turn.
My personal war against sleep began about when he started the Second World War, more than seventy years ago.
to think of it I'd like to beat this sort of record coming at the time of the Hundred Years' between England and France - starring among others the well-known Joan of Arc Maid of Orleans.
I think the reason for my insomnia stems from an incident that still remember very well.
I was about ten years and my house we four brothers we had been accustomed from our mother to go to bed no later than twenty-one also because we had no TV, then a perfect stranger.
Me and my older brother - twelve years - were sleeping in two beds in the dining room, the other two - six and four years - in the bedroom of our parents.
My mother used to stay up late waiting for the return of my father - the driver of theater - that comes home from work just before midnight.
After fixing what we messed up we were brothers in the house she used to come and sit in the dining room or reduce the extent to mend the clothes of us older siblings and then passarli a quelli più piccoli.
Nel frattempo ci raccontava fatti della sua gioventù fino a che non ci vedeva entrambi addormentati.
Un giorno però mi raccontò l'episodio cui facevo cenno prima.
Mi disse che non una ma almeno tre volte nel corso degli ultimi tempi, verso le ventitré, mezz'ora pù mezz'ora meno, io mi alzavo dal letto e, avviandomi in cucina, ad alta voce dicevo =mi devo sbrigare sennò faccio tardi a scuola=
Poco dopo tornavo dalla cucina e mi rimettevo tranquillamente sotto le coperte.
Mia madre non mi diceva neppure una parola perché sapeva che non era opportuno svegliarmi.
E meno male che non ho imitato il più piccolo dei miei fratelli il quale una Once, as a child, he saw a box on the kitchen table for something substantial and, believing cheese, gave him a bite. It was laundry soap.
long time are no longer a sleepwalker but I can not sleep unless I take a sleeping tablet. Question
perhaps a little 'stupid for some reason it says on the boxes of tablets for oral use. " Can be used in other ways, such as suppositories? Too small, I think not.
current situation and its derivatives on the sleep thing is this: every night at 21 - 21:10 barring unforeseen circumstances, I put to sleep my pc-Pasquale. I look for in a movie or a TV broadcast to see and decent, around 23 - 23.30 when such programs usually stop, I take the sleeping tablet which to take effect, at least for me, it takes at least an hour. Kill time on the channel tuning decoderizzato Rai and History, just fifteen minutes before 2:00 I wake up.
I have to start all over again: get up from where I was sitting, sleeping, etc etc get in my pajamas. The carousel
daily, evening, night has even started to turn.
Sunday, January 2, 2011
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MI SONO INNAMORATO DI MORBI
not a joke nor a story, all true from A to Z. A
acquired by my nephew who is the son of a sister of my wife, born in Rome on 9 February of '56 when the abundant snow fell on this city, is a very good technical and dealing with various articles of TV antenna installation, repair televisions, radios and other gadgets.
Until a few years ago was a skilled worker at an industrial plant, fired by reduction of staff, including his first as a bachelor without family responsibilities.
lives alone in a beautiful two-story house, farm, near a town situated about thirty kilometers from Rome.
I had to dwell on my nephew because I believe they are useful details to try to tell the story best.
days ago that I keep the TV in my room, although on, he became mute. Good thing I said to myself, I wonder if it is a misfortune or a blessing? The fact is that the images could be seen, beautiful, clear, distinct, but the audio did not want to. In addition, another TV in the living room screen had almost divided in half by a strip on the disturbing images that stood undaunted.
my clumsy attempts to place the two units are finished in recalcitrant absolutely nothing.
I decided to phone and said my nephew informing it of the situation. He says:
= a zi 'I would be today but I can veni nun alone and vabbe
=' streets' co 'the boyfriend you
= no she is now home to the mother and then co
=' who?
= co '= Morbi
and who is it? My dog \u200b\u200b
= er = er you're made of dog? = =
then t'aricconto
vabbe 'nun is a probblema, streets' co' Who you think that just comes.
A few hours later he and Morbi arrive, and when I open the door, I see a big dog, robe satin light brown, long ears drooping, languid eyes, look and fearful behavior. As the work proceeded
grandson of resuscitation of the two bodies because aspiring television rather with age there told me all of Morbi.
About twenty days prior to the 23:00 was about to fall asleep when he heard the barking of a dog
come from the tract of land in front of his house. It will be one of the dogs of his neighbors thought and tried to fall asleep again but the dog kept barking insistently, and so continued to do throughout the night. When my nephew got up in the morning he heard the scrape their front door, opened it and Morbi very slowly, without fear, walked around his legs by rubbing its snout. From that day he and Morbi have become inseparable. Basically it was my nephew
Morbi but find it to see my nipote.Dal veterinarian who visited the vaccinated and knew that in terms of health was pretty good, was not wounded or injured, had about a year and half and was a cross between a dachshund and a fox terrier. Not knowing his name had saddled to Morbi was soft as the body and how his thoughts were tender.
And indeed for the entire duration of his work here at home, my nephew was followed like a shadow from Morbi, almost attached to the legs and was watched by those long languid eyes.
Only when someone in the street for two or three times, threw firecrackers in advance of the end of 2010 and rather noisy, Morbi we went to take shelter under my desk.
Throughout the stay at home, we can say that has not even Morbi in one go, always ready to be caressed.
I love animals, especially cats - I've had four at home since 1948 - but I always wanted a dog. Morbi also equal to two.
How can you not fall in love di una tale creatura? 
not a joke nor a story, all true from A to Z. A
acquired by my nephew who is the son of a sister of my wife, born in Rome on 9 February of '56 when the abundant snow fell on this city, is a very good technical and dealing with various articles of TV antenna installation, repair televisions, radios and other gadgets.
Until a few years ago was a skilled worker at an industrial plant, fired by reduction of staff, including his first as a bachelor without family responsibilities.
lives alone in a beautiful two-story house, farm, near a town situated about thirty kilometers from Rome.
I had to dwell on my nephew because I believe they are useful details to try to tell the story best.
days ago that I keep the TV in my room, although on, he became mute. Good thing I said to myself, I wonder if it is a misfortune or a blessing? The fact is that the images could be seen, beautiful, clear, distinct, but the audio did not want to. In addition, another TV in the living room screen had almost divided in half by a strip on the disturbing images that stood undaunted.
my clumsy attempts to place the two units are finished in recalcitrant absolutely nothing.
I decided to phone and said my nephew informing it of the situation. He says:
= a zi 'I would be today but I can veni nun alone and vabbe
=' streets' co 'the boyfriend you
= no she is now home to the mother and then co
=' who?
= co '= Morbi
and who is it? My dog \u200b\u200b
= er = er you're made of dog? = =
then t'aricconto
vabbe 'nun is a probblema, streets' co' Who you think that just comes.
A few hours later he and Morbi arrive, and when I open the door, I see a big dog, robe satin light brown, long ears drooping, languid eyes, look and fearful behavior. As the work proceeded
grandson of resuscitation of the two bodies because aspiring television rather with age there told me all of Morbi.
About twenty days prior to the 23:00 was about to fall asleep when he heard the barking of a dog
come from the tract of land in front of his house. It will be one of the dogs of his neighbors thought and tried to fall asleep again but the dog kept barking insistently, and so continued to do throughout the night. When my nephew got up in the morning he heard the scrape their front door, opened it and Morbi very slowly, without fear, walked around his legs by rubbing its snout. From that day he and Morbi have become inseparable. Basically it was my nephew
Morbi but find it to see my nipote.Dal veterinarian who visited the vaccinated and knew that in terms of health was pretty good, was not wounded or injured, had about a year and half and was a cross between a dachshund and a fox terrier. Not knowing his name had saddled to Morbi was soft as the body and how his thoughts were tender.
And indeed for the entire duration of his work here at home, my nephew was followed like a shadow from Morbi, almost attached to the legs and was watched by those long languid eyes.
Only when someone in the street for two or three times, threw firecrackers in advance of the end of 2010 and rather noisy, Morbi we went to take shelter under my desk.
Throughout the stay at home, we can say that has not even Morbi in one go, always ready to be caressed.
I love animals, especially cats - I've had four at home since 1948 - but I always wanted a dog. Morbi also equal to two.
How can you not fall in love di una tale creatura?
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MI SONO INNAMORATO DI MORBI
not a joke nor a story, all true from A to Z. A
acquired by my nephew who is the son of a sister of my wife, born in Rome on 9 February of '56 when the abundant snow fell on this city, is a very good technical and dealing with various articles of TV antenna installation, repair televisions, radios and other gadgets.
Until a few years ago was a skilled worker at an industrial plant, fired by reduction of staff, including his first as a bachelor without family responsibilities.
lives alone in a beautiful two-story house, farm, near a town situated about thirty kilometers from Rome.
I had to dwell on my nephew because I believe they are useful details to try to tell the story best.
days ago that I keep the TV in my room, although on, he became mute. Good thing I said to myself, I wonder if it is a misfortune or a blessing? The fact is that the images could be seen, beautiful, clear, distinct, but the audio did not want to. In addition, another TV in the living room screen had almost divided in half by a strip on the disturbing images that stood undaunted.
my clumsy attempts to place the two units are finished in recalcitrant absolutely nothing.
I decided to phone and said my nephew informing it of the situation. He says:
= a zi 'I would be today but I can veni nun alone and vabbe
=' streets' co 'the boyfriend you
= no she is now home to the mother and then co
=' who?
= co '= Morbi
and who is it? My dog \u200b\u200b
= er = er you're made of dog? = =
then t'aricconto
vabbe 'nun is a probblema, streets' co' Who you think that just comes.
A few hours later he and Morbi arrive, and when I open the door, I see a big dog, robe satin light brown, long ears drooping, languid eyes, look and fearful behavior. As the work proceeded
grandson of resuscitation of the two bodies because aspiring television rather with age there told me all of Morbi.
About twenty days prior to the 23:00 was about to fall asleep when he heard the barking of a dog
come from the tract of land in front of his house. It will be one of the dogs of his neighbors thought and tried to fall asleep again but the dog kept barking insistently, and so continued to do throughout the night. When my nephew got up in the morning he heard the scrape their front door, opened it and Morbi very slowly, without fear, walked around his legs by rubbing its snout. From that day he and Morbi have become inseparable. Basically it was my nephew
Morbi but find it to see my nipote.Dal veterinarian who visited the vaccinated and knew that in terms of health was pretty good, was not wounded or injured, had about a year and half and was a cross between a dachshund and a fox terrier. Not knowing his name had saddled to Morbi was soft as the body and how his thoughts were tender.
And indeed for the entire duration of his work here at home, my nephew was followed like a shadow from Morbi, almost attached to the legs and was watched by those long languid eyes.
Only when someone in the street for two or three times, threw firecrackers in advance of the end of 2010 and rather noisy, Morbi we went to take shelter under my desk.
Throughout the stay at home, we can say that has not even Morbi in one go, always ready to be caressed.
I love animals, especially cats - I've had four at home since 1948 - but I always wanted a dog. Morbi also equal to two.
How can you not fall in love di una tale creatura?
not a joke nor a story, all true from A to Z. A
acquired by my nephew who is the son of a sister of my wife, born in Rome on 9 February of '56 when the abundant snow fell on this city, is a very good technical and dealing with various articles of TV antenna installation, repair televisions, radios and other gadgets.
Until a few years ago was a skilled worker at an industrial plant, fired by reduction of staff, including his first as a bachelor without family responsibilities.
lives alone in a beautiful two-story house, farm, near a town situated about thirty kilometers from Rome.
I had to dwell on my nephew because I believe they are useful details to try to tell the story best.
days ago that I keep the TV in my room, although on, he became mute. Good thing I said to myself, I wonder if it is a misfortune or a blessing? The fact is that the images could be seen, beautiful, clear, distinct, but the audio did not want to. In addition, another TV in the living room screen had almost divided in half by a strip on the disturbing images that stood undaunted.
my clumsy attempts to place the two units are finished in recalcitrant absolutely nothing.
I decided to phone and said my nephew informing it of the situation. He says:
= a zi 'I would be today but I can veni nun alone and vabbe
=' streets' co 'the boyfriend you
= no she is now home to the mother and then co
=' who?
= co '= Morbi
and who is it? My dog \u200b\u200b
= er = er you're made of dog? = =
then t'aricconto
vabbe 'nun is a probblema, streets' co' Who you think that just comes.
A few hours later he and Morbi arrive, and when I open the door, I see a big dog, robe satin light brown, long ears drooping, languid eyes, look and fearful behavior. As the work proceeded
grandson of resuscitation of the two bodies because aspiring television rather with age there told me all of Morbi.
About twenty days prior to the 23:00 was about to fall asleep when he heard the barking of a dog
come from the tract of land in front of his house. It will be one of the dogs of his neighbors thought and tried to fall asleep again but the dog kept barking insistently, and so continued to do throughout the night. When my nephew got up in the morning he heard the scrape their front door, opened it and Morbi very slowly, without fear, walked around his legs by rubbing its snout. From that day he and Morbi have become inseparable. Basically it was my nephew
Morbi but find it to see my nipote.Dal veterinarian who visited the vaccinated and knew that in terms of health was pretty good, was not wounded or injured, had about a year and half and was a cross between a dachshund and a fox terrier. Not knowing his name had saddled to Morbi was soft as the body and how his thoughts were tender.
And indeed for the entire duration of his work here at home, my nephew was followed like a shadow from Morbi, almost attached to the legs and was watched by those long languid eyes.
Only when someone in the street for two or three times, threw firecrackers in advance of the end of 2010 and rather noisy, Morbi we went to take shelter under my desk.
Throughout the stay at home, we can say that has not even Morbi in one go, always ready to be caressed.
I love animals, especially cats - I've had four at home since 1948 - but I always wanted a dog. Morbi also equal to two.
How can you not fall in love di una tale creatura?
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