Thursday, May 29, 2008

Cheats For Pokemon Heart Gold On Dsemume

by Furio Colombo





the door of the faculty of letters this morning there was this advertisement!


Unit 05/29/2008
Chronicles of new Rome
Furio Colombo

In the new Rome, ATAC buses drive towards Viale the squad, going fast in the fast lane between the "stoning of the fallen fascist," and ends in Piazzale the Blackshirts, which was placed a statue found at Balilla. Salo is a short walk away, and while it is narrow and a bit 'secondary (after bitter disputes with the Socialists, dropped the plan to rename Via del Corso with the glorious name of the Social Republic and won the most accepted Craxi's name). But there is no problem. In each area there is a district chief, chosen among the veterans of the private escort services in Iraq. And there are the "boys", which, as before, are volunteers. But, unlike in the past, and fitness clubs are paid by the municipality. Of course, their motto is zero tolerance. It means that the slightest doubt on race, religion or lifestyle, beaten once. Also found a welcome in the league was to allow "children" to stop and chat with those who seem too poor.
With right methods to tell if you have adequate income and a fixed residence. When you are embarrassed or confused is a sign that they are lying. They are "set aside" until a passing police van Cpt (illegal immigrants, the poor, terrified) that provides transportation to the immediate border. Otherwise, the final round, they take away "the guys" who are good and reliable (so the mayor said, indignantly rejected the accusation that they are part of politics) but are certainly not been brought to the court of England, and often have ways a bit 'rough, like "code yellow" first aid. But it is the natural exuberance of youth.
Craxi ends in Largo Via Lega Lombarda (Corner of Via Padania, Via Condotti already) and then in the Piazza of the Holy Inquisition (the old Piazza Colonna). When the bus comes into Via del Tritone (now Via Rosa Maltoni Mussolini, the Duce's mother and grandmother never forgotten the lively Mr) slows down in a traffic jam. The traffic problem has not yet been completely resolved, the smog is suffocating, so much so that sometimes the comrades of the teams have to wear masks on the mouth. They say: "Not to breathe the polluted air of the demo-plutocracy." They are careful not to be heard when some of them added, giving each elbow, "Judah-plutocracy."
The meeting place of the "guardians of city \u200b\u200b"(the Iranian model) is square" Generalissimo Francisco Franco (formerly Piazza Barberini). But spontaneous rallies and marches (against Roma and illegal immigrants all the more reprehensible and rays) are directed to immediately Corso Giovanni Preziosi (Via Veneto was once), named after the oldest theoretical and tireless defense of the Italian race.
Admittedly, the new Rome, no longer bothers the performance of tourism intrusive and sweaty T-shirts and sandals and a long line of stupid hat with the same color following the signal of the head trip of Rome, just Italians. A few bars, some hotel, some restaurants (well, gullible traps for foreigners) had close, after the lifting of the Schengen acquis by the new, virile, government. But the beautiful clean rooms that have survived the motto that now dominates the country rediscovered soul "does not pass the stranger." After dinner, the new Rome, it all goes to the "Italianness parties" where they dance to the rhythm of arias and tarantella of our lands. Liaise with the rapid suburban buses for the new Alitalia. Does not fly, but where should it fly? Nothing is this our beautiful land locked and protected. And finally, no ROM, no foreigners, no bulky mob left (remember the continued reports of "fight" when the extremists tried to respond to the stick?) We can enjoy our suburbs.
An example is the district Littorio (Garbatella already) where you eat and dance in one of the many Italian-style "parks Ciarrapico" donated by the generous "federal fee" of Rome. At the bottom you can see the school's job placement Almirante (Law Moratti). The way Almirante still there because it was decided to build the model of Via dei Fori Imperiali: digging out houses where there are unnecessary, to go straight to the center. When Mayor-engineer showed the drawings to the City Council, all these jumped up improvising a manifestation of patriotism, shouting "long live the leader and mayor."
Then a dorm counselor wanted to remind everyone of the exemplary story of a paraplegic citizen, "true Roman of the new Rome," which has voluntarily reported the foreign caregiver (now expelled) despite the difficulties of feeding.
The event joined the head of the paid taxi drivers, "the worthy organization which has greatly benefited from the prestige of Rome, and announced:" sometimes transport it, "program as an exception to the" cult of physical normality 'of where the rebels are founding members. The new Rome, as we see, is not for everyone. It is deeply Italian citizen, not physically disabled or politicians. For this, he said the leader and mayor, is a "rising sun".
furiocolombo@unita.it



azad: soon I'll send an update of the last things that happened to wisdom.

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

Pokemon Virtual Advance

aggression attacks, blacks on red, "let's pretend that all is well?

there are episodes that are developed by talking and debating.
I need to process this, and I need to do so telling.

time ago I complained that there was more red and black, there was only a grayed-out disgusting, you do not understand which way to be. or which way things were.
perhaps also complained that those who were in a terrible rage, those looking for something to believe to justify their angry and pull out their violence, and perhaps even those who complained that they had rabies, but perhaps less, and otherwise going out and trying something against which to attribute any fault of the disgust that had around.

the facts are these, and are reconstructed from historical and not a journalist.
not an eyewitness, is one that has gathered information from witnesses, and put them together ... and then I was afraid.

Monday morning, students of letters discovered that the principal has authorized a conference organized by students of the new force when it was called Roberto Fiore, the candidate for prime minister of the new national force. the conference was on Foibe. The
stundenti occupy the chair, close to the principal, and also convinced by the Pro-Rector, withdraw the authorization.
Monday night the area around the power shall be plastered with posters advertising the conference actually canceled.
is a sign that they do not want to surrender.
Tuesday morning, students of the group of letters to print leaflets denouncing the incident, and distribute them, and off the posters of the children of the new force.
when around 13.3o: a group of young neo-fascists armed with iron bars to beat blood 4 students of the team, however, that respond to violence.
chaos, police and ambulance.
the power is mobilized, the march campus to denounce the incident, the journalists going crazy ... one of the most daring footage and interviews with the coolest students face covered or that you do not resume their feet.
the episode takes its aftermath.
seems an appointment for a duel Thursday morning, the boys of letters held a protest outside the right to not allow the fascists to come.

will happen?

I think the desire of the clash is stronger, and believe for a clash of ideology ... oh, desire, unheard of!
I think it will be war.

and I was afraid, and for the first time I have not participated in a parade because I was afraid ...
and I even felt like a scab.

there is violence around, I hear constantly people that prides itself for having hit someone, and frightened that he witnessed beatings in broad daylight.
is not my city, but it is my state and my civic makes me feel all responsible and the injured party.

Sunday I photographed this written on a sidewalk, I found this summary to:


the soundtrack of the post is:

Revolution-Ascanio Celestini

view of the fact that they can no longer their misfortune began to wander as wanders the famous spectrum for Europe ...

All were of course it was unfortunate but each in a different way, since the disaster struck the poor, but in fantasy with incredible luck.

fact was the one who had lost their homes and that simply had lost the keys to the house, there was what he had lost his memory and now no longer even remember what it is that was lost, there was what he had lost his mind ... and together with the reason had also lost a point. And finally, there was what he lost c'aveva time and now no longer so much time to waste ...

And indeed it was he who said, "Warning!"

"the revolution begins in five minutes!"


And while that wandered like the famous ghost wanders to Europe, found themselves passing under the windows of those who once said, "Next people! "

They said "Come the People" because they always send the people in front of them and fell behind, maybe a step maybe a yard for them to go before he was to laugh.

And they that were with red eyes and saw death in the heart of the turmoil in the police, that now they were no longer strong ordering ...

fact had escaped the General lieutenants, lieutenants, have-nots, even the firefighters Viggiù a few minutes they were gone ...

On the way there was only a few retired sergeant waved his dentures ...

Since we know that the soldiers must understand how toothless the situation, and said softly ...

"the revolution begins in five minutes ..."


The chief of police chiefs and all the armies met was watching television in a program shrimp in the sauce when there was an unpleasant interruption ...

reporter approved by the editorial said that unfortunately the program Saturday night, along with the dartboard on the black man who crosses the border, the news of Donald Duck, Big Brother with his cousin and the sling would not bat Olympics most aired "Why - he said - is blown programming ..."

"Why the revolution begins in five minutes!"

So the chief of police chiefs and all those armies met for the first time in his illustrious career felt to be the worst place in the wrong person,

him all his life had always been so sure of himself, that his words were in his mouth like famous paintings in a museum, but now you ashamed that in a city so full of sunshine dirty the wall with his shadow.

So the crowd that wanders the famous wandering as a ghost to wander in Europe stopped, paused a moment began to count backwards as you do New Year's Eve and waiting said ...

minus 5

4

3

2

1 "

-with a little 'emotion-

"Dear Sir start the revolution!"



ps: I regret not being able to put music on blog

Sunday, May 25, 2008

What Do You Get Going Half Board On Holiday

Who won? Ascanio

I know I have to stop with this competitive view of life, but I seem to make it easier by dividing into winners and losers all human beings.

just that sometimes this principle should be short-circuited, and I lose orientation.

Someone wins but is not happy, somebody loses, but does not understand that he had lost and laughs ...

I sometimes do not understand what role I have, and sometimes I feel so alien.

Aliena, other, out the scheme, or simply a system of principles and values, and rules, all mine.

But how can this happen? All right, the world is Variety is nice, but so varied?

I do not think I want to be unique, I can not give up that thought, I would be so bad this idea ...

all foreign to me now, and it is always nice to find something new, so surprising, but some human behavior, I just can not explain it.

are left speechless, without reaction to a. ..

useless to try to synthesize in the face of what I remain astonished, but there are a couple of situations this week have given me much to think about.

You can use and be used, and not understand that you are using and do not understand to be used? I guess you

can, because I saw it, but do not understand ...

maybe you can pretend not to understand ... or maybe there are people with a yardstick is different from mine, since they do not understand where is the limit beyond which a person is using.

are confused, and are also very experienced, it was a week too full of emotions, and I upset all these emotions together.

I am gentle belly (the seat of my emotions!), And an overdose of emotion exhausts me worse than a day of intensive sport.

I need a bit 'of silence and solitude, are osmotic now, I absorb all the feelings of the people I meet, and I need to get rid of being alone and ... spoiled.

I'm packed, but not my feelings ...

oh, what a mess!

I want ... in the sense that I miss something ... but I can not isolate this desire.

What do I want? What I try? Looking for or what?

Why such confusion?

I get away from Rome to understand?

But I'll never escape it, if every time I attack so much the fact that I live that to understand it and look with detachment and objectivity, I must get away from this, I'll never have peace ...

... they are always so troubled.

I hope it's a common thing ... but if all are plagued then I feel less alone! and perhaps less tormented!

the last time I needed to clear I went three months in Greece, returned to my life was so clear that even the sea of \u200b\u200bSan Vito could compete, then I came to live here, and again became order on my former life.

But now I would like to put some order in my life in Rome, and being here I can not.

Too many distractions, too many people, too many opinions, too many chances ... too many ways to escape the choices ...

where should I go now?

I booked the ticket in my life ... Paris.

Childbirth alone, but at least I want to go Trinity! Want to go packed me and only me!

But I start at the end of July, as I survive all these months with this confusion?


I have not written anything that could contribute to the support of Italian literature, I wrote quite useless things ... but this blog is losing my mark, I left too much time alone. There was a need for personal intervention.

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Symbols For Holocaust



Corpse live - Celestine

There was a time when we were dead
live
there was a time when we lived in cemeteries
phosphorus, cemeteries
luxury
fast connection to the network. There was a time
where
only attended funerals and
between the coffins of war dead heroes
pumice with the showgirls.
There was a time when
the time was neither beautiful nor ugly,
there was a time when everything was
mourning.
But then there was the time when we are resurrected

from our stand between where we were cuttlebone

meal for birds and even the lazy and distracted us have seen us ...

We are the gays, we are Jews,
Palestinian intifada
are homeless across the street
ticks are communist.
We, we are anarchists
we spastic
we are the ones with access to part
we are ugly, dirty but good
said in summary that means balls.
We are the blacks, southern
we are autonomous social centers
are the praise of folly
are a spelling error, we
points after the commas are
drug addicts, gypsies and whores.

There was a time when we were dead

live there was a time where we ran

always remain firm was prohibited,
well as the stones were in no parking. His Holiness

Santa Claus was still dressed in white and red,
there was a time when we had reindeer
luxury
the powerful brought gifts to the servants
coal
but then there was the time
which we are resurrected from Happy Hour
of megaraduno
of indulgence and vampires blood of the saint we have seen us ...



There was a time when we were dead
live
and the Camorra and the Mafia
were the best of Made in Italy by the Ministry

had obtained quality certification, but

organized crime home controlled.
There was a time when we were
Picciotto,
but then came the time when we are resurrected


the tranquility of the sea where we were rusty relics, and also the sad
journalists there saw us fascists ...


Neck Lump And Dizziness

e. .. first of all ...



First they came for the gypsies, and I was happy because pilfered.

Then they came for the Jews and I said nothing because I was unsympathetic.

Then they came for the homosexuals and I was relieved because I was annoying.

Then they came for the Communists and I did not say anything because I was not a Communist.

One day they came for me and there was nobody left to protest.

Bertolt Brecht


Thursday, May 15, 2008

Where Buy Snow Chains Ann Arbor



Tuesday, May 6, 2008

Sample Letter For Donation From Church

home ... a masterpiece: Carbonara

Spliff, Germany, 1982
thanks for this gem!
at the bottom there is a link to see and hear the masterpiece of Spliff!!


I want to travel in Italy in the land of lemons
Brigade Rosse and the Mafia hunt del Sol Road
Destruction della Lira Gelati Motta con brio

Tecco Mecco con ragazza ecco la mamma de amore mio. Sentimento grandioso per Italia

baciato da sole calda
Borsellino e vuoto totale percio Mangio semper solo.

Spaghetti Carbonara - e una Coca Cola Carbonara
- e una Coca Cola

Carbonara - e una Coca Cola Carbonara
- e una Coca Cola


Scusi
senorina
auch'n Spliff do you want? Or do you just stand
men in ties?
I have nothing else I can give you

blond but I'm
is perhaps nothing?

Amaretto is a horny stuff - I'm already lull us lall

've no idea if you love me understand

but you smile and my heart tut'n bang.

Bella Donna
I invite you now to dinner -
mangiare tu capito
? andiamo!
Asti Spumante it will not be straight!
But it's already time -

Spaghetti Carbonara - e una Coca Cola Carbonara
- e una Coca Cola

Carbonara - e una Coca Cola Carbonara
- e una Coca Cola

http://it.youtube. com / watch? v = P_HYmLzxj2Y

Monday, May 5, 2008

Oatmeal Or Honey Bunches Of Oats?



volte è importante ... Certe vedersi più belli, per quanto basta sentire che il mondo è vicino ... e non è perfetto ...
Carmen


... is this constant need to feel loved makes us fragile and violent ...

Domenico Starnone