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that strategic mega balls! Classes started again two days ago and already regret the idleness or home ... Sardinia ... and its mega breakfast (photo on side)! I want the days spent together at sea, or fuck a nice view on that ... yes those were the days, no worries, no break ... But now hangs in my sick mind a range of fucking confused and malignant thoughts (strano. ..), I feel strange and I do not know what ... I've got thinking, has nothing to do even the bad autumn ... has dissolved the aspirin! ... It 's like I want to do something and there I could, but ... I do not know what! I mean .... I'm bored .... to study but I do not feel inspired (and the results of last month the show ...); but when I go to the gym is always the same, so I go out ... stimulus but can not find anything ... I'm not depressed, it just seems that I got up one morning and found everything different from what I had left ... and now I can no longer be comfortable with my surroundings And the bad thing is ... I hear it in TUTTO.All 'universities I'm there in those uncomfortable benches and dizzy to look around me all seem foreign, distant and menacing, all fighting each other for a better grade, all false Bravin and perfect ... and stupid ... I'm just there and I do not understand a damn what they explain, or rather I do not care ... my mind flies, just as soon as the lights went back on again ... and I feel stupid ... "Esco "with my friends and spend the evening wondering who made me do: I dress all cute perky (..?..), are almost coming up ... and then just stand there in the corner trying to figure out discourses that do not concern me, people who do not know or I slam, only to find (if I will do) at midnight, after some smile and compassionate embrace that I had to know so much sop ... I come home and I'm almost always feel better ... I mean I put there, as the new girl just arrived, timid and clumsy, who never know what to say , which always feels more, that nobody understands ... The problem is that we are now in the corner cobwebs, and spiders make me sick ... How can I make myself sick, I do not know and I despise myself ... Right now I do not turn the ball over even worse ... ... I feel apathetic, nothing upsets me, nothing interests me ... I'm indifferent to the world and myself ... no call .. . Every time I watch, stunned, as if before a film that goes in slow motion, in which the faces are blurred and muted words, the non-existent ... most annoying noise .... And what is tearing me apart that only recently the computer sees it in me ... I feel something different, something's wrong ... I want to be alone, away from it all ... but then I I would only hurt more, I know ... Well, you see ... one day find myself my own place, I feel calm and happy in my corner, strong and aggressive as I would like ... but you will see exactly ....

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pain Autumn ....

not believe it, but there ... unlike the great-grandfather (well known for centuries) pox (or Italian), this does not hide no sin, no offense, does not even require a shameful silence nor is attached and is fatal ... they have in common only the fact that creep suddenly the victim, except where this may make what happened (and regret it in a case !)... Many virologists speak ill of this autumn as a modern disease, attributed to a virus not yet identified. .. In reality, its effects are not only aches and flu season change: from infected individuals, before the bones, then the respiratory system, gets to the heart, nervous system ... and then stops breathing. .. Fortunately, only a few confirmed cases have led to this tragic outcome, usually occurs in milder forms ....
sole.Dopo lunch yesterday lacked the white cotton clouds are made of gray and swollen, also clear the smaller strip of sky blue ... I went with my mother for a ride in the streets ... streams of people to the ice cream parlor, shops open ... Finally at home on the couch, enjoying peace in the pain throat and cold ... I'm alone for dinner: a few bite of pizza, then I take the leash with her ... needless to say, "come" means just happy to see him go to the gate ... I go out with Telma .. . ... desert at that hour is all we move along the river, there is no one ... "you can do without a leash ... I looked at her: that damn leg will never heal, will limp along until the last day ... but she does not mind ... girottola happy with me, as not even feel the weight of years ... When I go back to the tee in hot, with the unnecessary leash in your hands: I spy explore every bush, every bench, in search of smell, his private pleasures ... 100 meters, not more, and out of breath ... "I do not watch it, come on, you should walk a bit "... I go up, you by my side: Do not take it anymore, I know, but it is not coming back, standing there with his tongue out to hear what I say, or simply the sound of my footsteps, my breath ... I do not run like before, do not jump, can not walk safely and shipped, and yet comes forward slowly, draws almost as if before a jury, next to me ...
watched the slow flow of the river, and then the street lights on the asphalt ... and I felt I had the sore autumn. For some time I had visited the mysterious illness, but I thought they were temporary and fleeting .... do not really have to build a nest to the owner, who would come to me as soon as possible to repair only the first cold ... last night I realized that there was: no sound, no warning ... It was settled, with the intent to stay for quite a while ... I walked with Telma: tired and my breathing was labored as her, aching legs wanted to stop for a while, but both knew that they would stand very still folded in a short time, making us fall ... We guardate.Adoro his eyes, because with that tells me everything ... and we went home ...
Autumn is bad, worse winter: the ways of hatred mezzo.Non is hot but not too cold; end exams but they begin classes, from the end of the summer but not half as winter holidays. Comes with its veil of melancholy to haunt , leaving only the hope that it passes quickly and painlessly and without ... always remember who we are, where we are, what we have or we are missing ... It is not a real bad maybe, but makes restless, unstable, nervous; deprives us of any minimum force, we get bored, there abbatte.Ci slammed to the ground exhausted as an old dog after a walk of ten minutes, which craves water and grass as those goods more expensive ...
this shit I hover in the head, smashing each other ... until I hear close the gate casa.Esce Fiammetta, comes to us. There alarm: brittle bones are strengthened, we are firm the feeble knees, breathing cadenzato.Lei open up his ears, he begins to shake wildly coda.Le run the meeting together, as it once was: the pain autumn pass, hours know ...

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The government has decided that prostitution can no longer be carried out in streets, parks, open country, in fact outdoors. Pena administrative sanctions (fines =) salatisssssssime and / or imprisonment.

It remains fully allowed in the hotel on Via Veneto in Rome, especially if you take advantage of a parliamentarian.

gets stronger, given the excellent results, the habit of prostitution with the powerful to gain seats in government.

Untouchable, as always, the university prostitution, as practiced by the students / them the benefit of teachers just to pass the exam or earning a degree easier. More than ever trendy

prostitution transsexual, provided that is directed exclusively to young members of multinational automakers.

And nobody will take it with a surgeon who goes into prostitution by mafia boss to get the nomination in the primary and look after the interests of criminals rather than patients.

In short, we never undertake a real battle against prostitution, that is not seen on the street but it's rotting your country. A prostitution that rhymes with rot.

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to that one question ...

library yesterday I happened under the eyes " a hat full of cherries " Fallaci's (knowing that I am beginning to think that cherries deliberately missing the for the force writers, Italian, linguists of all kinds to review the strict Italian rules of grammar and put doubt in my mind at all ... wise ...): get out of the pile and ... 1000 pages? to that one question: I love you so (my idol of all time) to sacrifice days, months, years to reading your latest novel exhausting? think eh ....
I made a cake: I found the recipe in a magazine, something rather simple and fast, one of the many sweet yogurt.Lo to put in the oven and after 40 min back glad to see the masterpiece as hard as a slab hardly a high marble cm.Alzo eyes and the board is a packet of lievito.Al that one question: are you so stupid as not having to put it right? yes ....
Son three days that break the balls with the history of 'Alitalia (although they would last year ...): dear Silvio has found a way to save the airline giving us a minimum of dignity, good conditions to be defined by the unions themselves ... and they continue to protest, why do not want to lose the "acquired privileges." Viola download from the site of Corriere list of these privileges ... and starts laughing! (look for them there eh! ) in which one asks, but why not at home and c'andate really do not start to work seriously as all of us that so far we have maintained and endured? oh ...
Last night again " The island's famous the "with great regret that I admit that after Grey's anathomy I got stuck up to the trans fine.In brilluccichio for the completion of Ventura and enraptured by the fucking Juror and famous, I feel sorry for those unfortunates who a minimum return on the scene are dying of hunger and being devoured by mosquitos ... the one that asks, but what happened to the beloved Disney cartoons?
Sunday my mother said to me: "On Tuesday you want to come to the theater to see "The 'great-grandfather Garibaldo ?" You throw it away! "And I answer:" Mmm ... with you? Will certainly have better things to do! "Now it is Tuesday, are 10 pm: Three friends are in the fair Casale with their spouses, the other at home ... I ditto, writing nonsense ... To which one asks, but every so often to listen but not? Eh bè ....
Friday's test biochimica.Ho done everything possible (eh?) In two weeks and two days later I know a little bit of everything to water violets (Rose was granted!) And barely The formulas ... which is a question: do you like it so much 'ste figures of shit? mah ...
Let serie.Mi things which occurred a few days ago is a mail, I will not say who, not what I say. The summary is that us young (and future doctors) do not find the passion necessary to do good, to change the world, we are not crazy enough, exuberant, fanciful, we talk, we commitments and then we let them run ... do not give a shit about anything ... (I gave that impression) ... as we did not have values \u200b\u200b... To which one (pissed) asks: what about ... I know you spit of who I am and what I do, how do you expect to give me values, to teach me what life is when you barely know then my name, I think above all of moral principles and not ports in relation to the thoughts of others? but go ...
Then I really like people to me, especially one who thinks just like dear Veltroni (who had to leave for Africa and is still qui.Ha even bought the house in New York to his daughter, but love. .. but since you say that " happiness is not real if it is not shared "... buy it to me, to leave you a minimum of coherence fucking?):" see you eh, you do a dinner between luckily there is a little review. "Then they find around them all ensemble without your knowledge ... In that one question: do you take me for a ride?
They left hours this semester ... a bit of robina "cute" at last ... And to think that the road is endless ... In that one wonders: What will become of us ??......

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cabbage ... it would be nice to have in their hands the power to change the world, reign from heaven and all we want to see art made with a snap of dita.Ci think?! talk par excellence of power, divine providence and fate put together, may provide, to change, to control ... Omnipotence! I do not want to be God, God forbid! Only one thing I would add to my miserable and fragile existence of human being: the ability to somehow be able to decide my life, always put her in the right direction, removing it from the ravenous jaws of fate ... I refuse to believe that man in 2000 still believe in this nonsense: that could apply in the ancient world, fate was to be feared and worshiped with sacrifices and prayers of poor creatures ... but not now! He should have understood that it is Fortunae faber suae (craftsman of their own destiny), which has all the means available to do whatever they want and be what he wants yet more ..... I reach for my life slip on wet surfaces: Do not combine anything, everything seems to go backwards. .. even daydreaming distracts me more from reality ... and I hope in a way that does not depend only on me ...
Each of us is obliged, sooner or later to face the "horror" of something that had not planned, as decided by someone above him ... All that is frightening ... sooner or later we are faced with a change (the Grey's anathomy), which upset our plans, distress our minds, our hearts break ... or is it simply (rarely) wonderful ... we are afraid of change: we subtract the tranquility, peace, stability, mental and physical to slam the face of a challenge, with ourselves and the world ... And I of these challenges I have already broken frankly! When will the fate stop kicking me and I will leave my little crazy universe? or at least stop ruining everything continuously while undermining all my minimum choice? I'm going to go crazy, I can feel it! ! The book of biochemistry is increasingly tedious, time trial was put there as well with this fever nausea ... then hallucinating? Hath been done? Someone I will explain the ....

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I bet everyone would complete this sentence in a thousand different ways, for indecision, for un'abbaglio momentary dream for a "hit and run" that each of us have aspirations, ideas of wanting to achieve, something in the drawer to pull out ; that all would be ready to fill their wish list, putting them in order of preference, such as letters to Santa Claus ... and I am convinced that every human being, more or less explicitly does not want to be happy, his own way ... Happiness sì.E 'her ultimate goal of' humanitas , that they were seeking when we begin to feel the presence of a reasoning, one that forces us to a sad existence and suffering, which it wears out the meat and bones, which leads us to wander anywhere in search of relief, a glance ... It 's the feeling of happiness that agognamo, like vultures on a corpse, we want the smile, the twinkle in her eye, the desire to do, give us the strength to face each new day, unafraid to tackle any challenge, to look to the future ... we want that "thing" that makes us sing in the shower, it makes us laugh all fucked up, it makes us play hopscotch in the street ... But is there really? there really such a spell that makes us appreciate even the smallest joy in life that makes us believe and hope, we can be content, to enjoy what we have leads us to heaven every moment to thank our fortunes do not ??... I identify with most: in the past I would not hesitate to shout my yes, to convince even the most skeptical that happiness is everywhere ... Right now I can hardly believe it myself. I know it's time, that time will remedy every sentence ... the fact is that I master all these days ... and ... I can not lie to others and myself by saying "I'm fine" what the fuck it means to feel good? I fall asleep for a while, and be woken up when everything will be alright ... I swear every time I look in the mirror, because I have everything ... and I have nothing ... What am I missing I do not know where to find it .. . or maybe I'm setting myself up the courage to seek ... The air chokes me, I can not resist no more ... I can imagine my future, nor to rejoice really something .. every stolen my smile is fake ... I feel full of tears, each with its own because, the sun now and seem to keep me company ... I come out a bit, I stop to think ... but when I'm alone this crap hold me back, my hair gets stuck in like a bat, and neither my hands nor my cry it away ... I could keep busy, maybe do something for others but I fear more and hurt them, to spread my pain ...
All I want is ... maybe I just want something with which to defend myself ....

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All I Want Is there a pleasure sure in being mad ... just know that crazy!

What makes me special ... it is certainly the my being completely abnormal! I love the bluster, even the sclerite, the hysterical scene out of love, anger, jealousy, fear, crazy races barefoot, his hair ... and certainly ... love Marco Meloni! E 'to him that stupid face, that big, gigantic, amazing figure of shit ... to San Teodoro Pata Pata .... I love it!

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Raindrops on hot sand

here, still here ... I am against the clock, I'm here. beautiful .. this song is a little anxiety ... but we like it very much! I do not know exactly what I feel right now .. I got 20 to genetics (which might just be a fortune as the study ...!!); behind my sweet Telma is dying in the doghouse because he invested a bastard, but now there is no sun, among some is a repeat ... and I ate so much chocolate cake (it's the completion of Fiammetta!) that the belly is bursting ... and begging for forgiveness! ((It's actually a little bit that I already had a fight with my belly: I try to make it as flat and toned, sculpted beautiful, bitch the stubbornly ... popping in alcoholic Panzona. Ugh ..! So do as you wish: I eat .... so if the results are there same !))...
me, I still invent ... so the song continues ... and so goes my life in small steps, little by little, to walk again ... It 's like being broken femur, and then start rehabilitation and pain after walking ... with a leg that looks like new! This metaphor is a little pain, I admit ... but the only thing that comes to mind ... M 'should be taken out from the' hospital ', from that aseptic smell of disinfectant, the gloomy greyness of that air heavy (it rhymes!): to raise the nose to the sky and learn to breathe in the wind .. ..
I spent horrible days, closed in on myself: I knew that inside the filthy still shining pearl shell, but I was so angry with the world that preferred to fight alone in the wall instead of reacting ... Then I decided not Atlas : I have not offended me the great Zeus, and do not bring in eternal weight of world on his shoulders! I have not defied the gods, nor the fate ... I've just got to that place! And then I lost myself, as in all the best stories ...
The truth is that complain (even if not) I do not like: I'd rather go as far as possible from those who know, maybe deep in the woods, and there screaming and crying alone to tear his throat rather ... that bring me so, and always wait for aid, advice ... But this time was different: the wound is not healed only by disinfettante.Per how much care we put there, me and my friends, will continue to leave blood would be dead in the red dark of that vital fluid, hearing gradually fail if the forces ... I took a needle and thread (and courage) and, clenching my teeth, I had not closed ...
's still here: it hurts sometimes, and the scar will remain ... but maybe one day I will look with a smile. .. Surrounded by others that I will be falling, stumbling, running ... Nevertheless, I remained the fear ... but a strange hope, I thought the game, came back to visit me ... I massaged his shoulders, as the coach to the boxer before the fight: they are there in the corner, ready to feel pain, to mar the face, with its encouragement ... "many things are not dared and why seem difficult, many seem difficult only because are not you dare. "
I'm going to cuddle the Telmina ...