Cause Broken Capillaries

Chapter 13. This is the end

13.

Mail, many travel books, some reference to the fact that sooner or later they would again arrested in Italy for a visit. You, the hamsters, but this time he had rectal cancer and had done what no one would have imagined that someone like her could even think. One morning, one of many, where everything is always equal to himself, was locked in the car with the exhaust diverted inside the cockpit. How did Sam's father many years ago. Sam if he would feel responsible a crime to be added to the many. But what did it matter. She was not there to collect his torment, the illusion of lenirli with his love.

Voice of a friend
(Voice of friend)


i read your words and feel

and interest me
for they are real
poetic, almost fearless
honest
clear
I am in a hazy daysmoke-filled from distant forest fires
that burn the spring flowers
that envelope the elk and deer with wasting disease
that worry second homeowner
sand melt the desert sand to glass
global warming
how about ma nature bringing mankind
to it's knees?
remembering those Aspen days
yoga
guinness on the deck
songs
youthful abandon
art
ideas
nonconformity
do not get inticed by the cheese
it looks imported, expensive, exotic, satisfying
but alas, it is an illusion
where are you
what are you doing, planing
are you going
praying
burning smudge, incense
doing Sweats
My friend

keep the faith for you are a Chosen One Also


your words / laws / and feel / and I am interested in that are true / poetic, almost without fear / honest / clear / are blurred in a day / filled with smoke from distant forest fires / burning spring flowers / that wraps the elk and deer with a disease that consumes / worries owners of second homes / and melts the sand of the desert glass / global warming / what do you think that mother nature puts on her knees mankind? /
Recalling the days of Aspen / yoga / the guinness veranda / songs / carefree youth / art / ideas / non-conformism /
Do not get groped by the cheese and seems imported, expensive, exotic, satisfactory / but, sorry, it's an illusion /
where are you / what you are what you are doing, planning / where you're going / you're praying / incense burning / producing essences /
my friend / you remain faithful / why you are also a of the elect.

poetry Voice of a Friend is David Koffed

American Sunfish Sailboat

Chapter 12.

12.

Looking back the last few years, since my mother died, I realized that for most of the time I lived in delirium. I felt angry, disappointed, resentful, sad, disgusted at myself, tired of alcohol, desperate, hopeless and who knows what more. There are been only a few brief periods of happiness, here and there over the years. One of these was with you. I wish everything was different, I wish I could turn up one day and have some hope, a direction. I blame all the mistakes I made. I have a bad opinion of me.
me, I am sitting in a hotel without a soul, close to the giant warehouse that is packed everything I own. There is a coming and going of trucks of coal all day until night. Live in these parts hicks, everyone who travels on board a huge pick ups that can not help but gulp gasoline. They work for oil wells springing up like mushrooms. Even build them on private land, the U.S. government holds most of the rest of the rights on the extraction of minerals.
I've been here almost a week. Marianna, my friend for more than fifteen years, is experiencing ups and downs with the work at the greenhouse. He went to confine the farm that his parents, now over eighty, and bought twenty years ago. His brothers, both older, you work for or otherwise deal with things that revolve around the farm.
policy of their life is out of my way of seeing things. I'm calling out from the scene. They have eyes only for their backyard. So I'm here in my hotel. My world, the whole world is changing before my eyes.
Already this season the TV channel of weather is about to record temperatures. The forest fires, which are usually on the agenda in late summer, are already blazing. There is a Catalina Island, twenty miles from the coast of California. A pair of tornadoes have wiped whole cities, people are dying. There are few resources to deal with this, since the war in Iraq is taking away all power to the United States.
For my part, I do not take more antidepressants, occasionally only a few pastiglietta to sleep. The drinking thing is now uncommon.
I'm sorry to be a person so hard. No excuses, but let me tell you that it was not easy. Here in Amerika I slipped deeper and deeper, finding myself without even a friend. No one to blame: it's all my fault. Which brings me deeper and deeper in my black hole. More and more desperate, I have trouble sleeping. Maybe I should go back to antidepressants, but they are hesitant. Devastated and hurt.
In a hotel, in front of me the mountains still have snow in Aspen. I remember when I lived here was what made me go crazy: the summer come suddenly, for a couple of months, and then immediately the snow, sometimes even in early September.
If I could write a better car, write more. Maybe I should take some lessons. I remember my father always at the typewriter, the same two-finger style that I have, though his was much faster.
I can not decide which way to go, and why. Sometimes I think I could take the car and drive away until up to Alaska. But in the end does not seem a great idea. And in the end I always return to the starting point, solitude is born alone, meet people along the way, you die alone. I'm sorry if I hurt her.

Funny Congratulations On The Baby Saying

COURSE OF HAPPINESS '

Incredibly this morning I managed to take a coffee, after months of planning, with the Long! It 's a memorable event to be written in the annals finally esauditamente and emotionally! (I have a weakness for CettoLaQualunque)
What can I say? Only through Ire, in other words would be more and belittle me for what it is worth our friendship, which has just started but it makes me feel good .... I am happy, thanks to you!

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types

Some of what fascinates me about photography, in fact I feel rather good envy, is the ability to catalog, perseverance to follow a theme and play, always that, still not for philosophical or obsession, but need to know, collecting, filing exists. Until 19 April, the Museo Morandi in Bologna hosts the exhibition "Bernd & Hilla Becher at the Museo Morandi: 165 images grouped in 14 types German spouses. Who deals
Becher's pictures without knowing the history can be cool. Hill, who has 74 years and two years ago, Bernd rimastra widow, Bologna has told his story. Bernd was born in '31 in Siegen, Germany's industrial landscape. As a child, that landscape in black and white, the white sky and black steel silos, blast furnaces, chimneys, had dreamed of paint. Until a student, he met Hilla, a student and photographer. And the two began to photograph him. The first shots are of 1959. "We did not know where we would certainly come from there," says Hilla today about their series that have been around the world, of the most renowned museums, history books of contemporary art, photography and architecture . From his account it is clear that, in a sense, they are unintentional series: one shot, then another, then another. Placed next to each other, have become types: gas tanks, cooling towers and so on. The photos are all nearly identical, and so different if you look at the spirit of the beaker, which is what the entomologist, biologist, Linnaeus, who only appoint Hilla lights. "There are families of similarities and differences - he says - like the image of fauna and flora of the natural history books where the plants are put together to see similarities and differences and to understand what has determined."
Hilla said that for those images (the subject always strictly in the middle of the shot, all in black and white, against a dull sky, never a shadow, never a cloud, as if they were all pictures taken at the same time and in same place and not at a distance decades, in Germany as in the U.S.), to have those pictures, I said, Bernd and Hilla said that she has cleared any emotional involvement and resisted any temptation atmospheric spring, a sky at sunset, a special light. And 'the rigor of the catalog, for that matter, the entomologist. Even before
in Bologna, I had seen this exhibition at the Guggenheim last August in Los Angeles. In addition to that of Becher was the exhibition of August Sander, in its way a collector of types, too. He, however, collected human types, divided by profession, social status. A sort of physiognomy. When photographing Gypsies and priests, cops and maids, blacksmiths, and bohemian, he would front of the camera the first the Nazis. He gradually realized that those were not just military realized through the cataloging, the horror.
Charm, then, lies precisely here: in perseverance, perseverance to choose a goal and having it their own. And that may appear on the detail becomes an obsession in the ability to read, through him, a great general history.
There would also tell the story of the beaker. This lady with the bangs and bob white and gray and her husband. Together, united as the shell of an egg that has no joints, they created something all their own, have expressed their union and individual staff in a language that the whole world knows by name. But that's another story.

Polskie Reklamy Za Darmo

Collectors Chapter 11.

11.

At the end of the story went like this: autumn had arrived a bit ', the summer was now a yellowed postcard and I like hamsters had started running again in the routine. Run, hamsters, run, run, so never going to get anywhere. Work, work, work: after all it was a great anesthetic. What a bargain gave her satisfaction. That night was going to give me one of the largest in recent years. Bike, in traffic and under a shower of autumn, but those who do not drench you sneak the wet to the bone, I got the call I was waiting a long time for that new contract to which I had worked so hard. Great! That evening, as usual aperitif, with the usual friends at the bar I usually had something to celebrate!
And there, at the local bar, sitting at a table defiladed was Sam. He had announced his return so he knew that I would find there.
Stop!
This was just a movie, another that the protagonist of this story was projected on the head so many times, riding a bike between home and office and looking at this way, taking refuge in a movie all its own, not to succumb under the weight of that city by the light milk, where everything always seems to lose its contours and hopelessly the same.
Stop! That was just a movie and life - as he had said - not a Hollywood movie. Sam was gone, although he had never stopped writing.

"From my bed I'm so confused here in Montreal, Quebec, Canada. Drunk, as usual, only in a hotel ... Direction home a complete unknown ... beads of sweat on the brow. Oh God, forgive my sins, I am completely overwhelmed. I miss you, F. I miss your terrace, your plants, your climbing and your .............. succulent skin. Sorry to be so unreliable. I can only take one step at a time. Love, S. ".

Meralgia Paresthetica And The Knee

interval between Chapter 10 and Chapter 11

Raven
(Corvo)

seeing a healer

with a raven

tatooed on his calf

outside

in the forever wind

wooden chimes

remind me

of humid bamboo xylophone

screating warm tropical

coconut songs

as he pulls

the old muscle patterns

from my bones

seeing the shadow

everywhere I go

in sleep

in waking

reflected in a tear

that wets my breast

a shadow

in bright sun

light

no mercy, no shame

giving the water

to the silent cries

of the lonely tree

transplanted in the desert

from the forest by the stream

bending in the afternoon spirit wind

shanging on to the earth

watching helplessly

as i do the dance

of the stranger

in a family unfamiliar

hearing faint echoes

of temple chimes

and prayer wheels

spinning with the power

of the one


vedendo un guaritore / con un corvo /tatuato sul polpaccio / fuori / nel vento senza fine / campane di legno / I remember / damp bamboo xylophones / creating warm tropical / songs coconut / not just blinds / aged muscles / of my bones /
seeing the shadow / wherever I go / sleep / waking / reflected in a tear / bathing my chest / shadow / nell'accesa sunlight / no grace, no shame
giving water / the silent cries / lone tree / planted in the desert / the forest near a stream of ' water / slope in the winds afternoon / remaining outstanding at the ground looking helpless
/ as I do the dance / the stranger / family in a little family / hearing faint echo / the bells of the temple / Gears of prayer and / spinning with the force-one.

poetry is David Koffend

Fotos Long Dong Silver

WONDERFUL THINGS OF LIFE AND GINO


Before joining the blog to post something, I stop to read updates of blogs that I follow ... and tonight I read the blog of the Metropolitan Sunflowers I realized how wonderful to be able to read . Reading because you can learn and understand a lot of things. I had as a revelation, so that seems exaggerated, but I started to think how many things we take for granted in our lives and what are wonderfully amazing!
not expect a list ..... the first I've suggested I need to find out the other .... you .... try it .....

Dragon Ball Doujin Ita

' INFLATES ..

I was at work in the bar as usual, I began to clean the closure, while thinking about how much I hurried up this morning, basking in my satisfaction and I suddenly felt a little something something ..... inaudible ... just ... just a sense of warmth in his right knee .....( NOTE: The above are distorted to knee me in May 2008 and stoically went back to work after 15 days) Small
gasp to myself ... "Gino .... I do not make jokes ... you're blowing?"
and Gino (as is now affectionately call the patella and its ligaments) I replied with a nice peak of heat and swelling increased ...
Panic! The last time I had stayed up and I've got Gino swollen the morning after emergency first aid for un'artrocentesi (siringone in the payment ginocchiale that sucks all the contents of the payment, exactly ... fluid or blood that is. It does not seem to be the case .. NOT IN A MOMENT LIKE THIS DO NOT NOW I'm going to give a turn to FUTURE NOT NOW terminating an epochal TIME WORK TO BAR Gabba! NOT OWN THE MOMENT!
After mental stumped about 30 seconds, but were infinite I swear!, glossy back and call the doctor ... that does not recognize me now and even when I do the history of Gino's hard to remember (I was the last time he was just in May 2008, thanks to God!). However at the end tells me to go home as soon as possible, apply a cream-inflammatory, Gino incellofanare to boost anti-inflammatory effect and maybe even take a Ibrupofene ibuprof ... well ... that thing there, and be at rest with the leg lifted and embraced by Gino bag of ice ...
I tell you the truth, my first thought was: "Seeeeee .... I'll just take the arnica and ice ... I'm not a big fan of anti-inflammatory drugs and the like .... but then I thought" But There are the girls at home ... how do I do if I really swollen like last time and I have to go to the hospital? "
So I reasoned and I put aside the natural medicine option .... because this is a ' emergency and can not afford the luxury of having to sit still at home .... Now the Gino you are already a po'sgonfiato ... I am treating as the doctor told me .... and I hope you do not have time tomorrow anything!

Lease Expiration Letter

good news ...

I just finished watching on television, "Notre Dame de Paris" ... I had already seen a few clips from long ago, I recalled the look of a few songs, but tonight (along with my daughters), the 'I just watched intently, following the lyrics and passionate more the story, which tell the truth, I knew in general terms.
I found myself watching open-mouthed the choreography, interpretation of the artists, the sets, the acrobatics of the dancers like me ..... and also Ross and Margaret seemed mesmerized by the magic of sound and color.
Small collapsed before the end (of course) and I have fully enjoyed the finale .... it was really beautiful, I did not think that being an evening watching television would give me this sense of wonder and admiration.
are still able to enjoy the little things and feel happy .... this is good news! Goodnight

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TO BEGIN 2009

I will start 2009 with a smile ... even if bitter, because The following video makes us open our eyes to what we're different from the rest of Europe .... especially with regard to politics and bureaucracy ..... and what we still have to learn on civilization ... 2009 .. Hopefully this will help us to improve ....