more words are useless to this masterpiece ...
Monday, February 23, 2009
Monday, February 16, 2009
Vegeta Bulma Doujinshi
NELL'ATTESA ...
Waiting for the next post on the course of Livorno (sorry, but I feel inspired and carefree lately ... I'm so there with his head!) We mark the link of Borzacchini UNIVERSAL indispensable tool for understanding the most famous sayings of Livorno and Tuscany.
Happy reading!
http://www.versilia.toscana.it/satira/borzacchini/borzacchini/page1.html 
Waiting for the next post on the course of Livorno (sorry, but I feel inspired and carefree lately ... I'm so there with his head!) We mark the link of Borzacchini UNIVERSAL indispensable tool for understanding the most famous sayings of Livorno and Tuscany.
Happy reading!
http://www.versilia.toscana.it/satira/borzacchini/borzacchini/page1.html
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Autonomic Nervous System More Condition_symptoms
TO DECLINE? (Semi-serious reflection on the progress of time)
Today, like many other days, I went grocery shopping at the Coop ... of course .... (there is only one, of course!)
Among the markers of the offers I found a particularly inviting: an anti-wrinkle cream to just under € 6!
I state that you are the right care, natural makeup, never exaggerated, a fresh and persistent, sometimes cream ....
We see that the words of my mother this morning must have hit the mark "I can see this pretty face, but you have wrinkles ... uhm ... you see that you're stressed," Lippe
I pretended to be anything but worm has crept all right ....
It just arrived in the cosmetics aisle of slingshots to see if I find something suitable and not too expensive.
Incredibly I found just what I did to my case: specifically for combination skin wrinkle ... amazing how he can guess your problems and will propose the exact solution!
work? I do not know ... certainly more than two minutes of cuddle in the morning rubbing his face with scented cream, make sure my face a bit 'more relaxed .. And from day one!
The fact is this, that is, but the effect of these creams will really be due to various Q10 coenzymes, pectidi, alpha-hydroxy acids or whatever you call it .... or just the very act of taking care of himself, to devote those few minutes on our person, for a moment to focus our minds on ourselves in the morning, instead of looking at the clock because it is late and the girls must go to school, and then I mark the ends of the car, and I have to take the appointment for that practice, and I'll get the painter to make the estimate, and I have to go shopping and then go get the little girl who goes from kindergarten e. ........ STOP!
few minutes ... it takes very few minutes, I timed boys in the shower ... I just 7 minutes to dry my hair ... 10 minutes to give me 2 minutes to the face cream, body cream for 5 minutes , 6 minutes for make-up ... just half an hour to devote myself to avoid the danger of fatigue wrinkles ... and above all through the day with a smile on! CONCLUSION
(IMHO): dear friends who suddenly find that you have to start a fight wrinkles, no matter the price to buy a cream inaccessible, it is important obliged to have a little time to think only of ourselves! 
Today, like many other days, I went grocery shopping at the Coop ... of course .... (there is only one, of course!)
Among the markers of the offers I found a particularly inviting: an anti-wrinkle cream to just under € 6!
I state that you are the right care, natural makeup, never exaggerated, a fresh and persistent, sometimes cream ....
We see that the words of my mother this morning must have hit the mark "I can see this pretty face, but you have wrinkles ... uhm ... you see that you're stressed," Lippe
I pretended to be anything but worm has crept all right ....
It just arrived in the cosmetics aisle of slingshots to see if I find something suitable and not too expensive.
Incredibly I found just what I did to my case: specifically for combination skin wrinkle ... amazing how he can guess your problems and will propose the exact solution!
work? I do not know ... certainly more than two minutes of cuddle in the morning rubbing his face with scented cream, make sure my face a bit 'more relaxed .. And from day one!
The fact is this, that is, but the effect of these creams will really be due to various Q10 coenzymes, pectidi, alpha-hydroxy acids or whatever you call it .... or just the very act of taking care of himself, to devote those few minutes on our person, for a moment to focus our minds on ourselves in the morning, instead of looking at the clock because it is late and the girls must go to school, and then I mark the ends of the car, and I have to take the appointment for that practice, and I'll get the painter to make the estimate, and I have to go shopping and then go get the little girl who goes from kindergarten e. ........ STOP!
few minutes ... it takes very few minutes, I timed boys in the shower ... I just 7 minutes to dry my hair ... 10 minutes to give me 2 minutes to the face cream, body cream for 5 minutes , 6 minutes for make-up ... just half an hour to devote myself to avoid the danger of fatigue wrinkles ... and above all through the day with a smile on! CONCLUSION
(IMHO): dear friends who suddenly find that you have to start a fight wrinkles, no matter the price to buy a cream inaccessible, it is important obliged to have a little time to think only of ourselves!
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Stiff Man Syndrome More Condition_symptoms
COURSE Lesson 1
begin our course with a classic Tuscan pronunciation: C intake. Taking the individual cases in detail you will find that in the Leghorn C is not only drawn, but in most cases is completely omitted.
Let's see some explanatory sentences, and then passes the phonetic rules.
Example 1: "Oh CAAT"
Example 2: "Bongiorno! We are du 'Affè?"
Example 3: "Mattilevidiùlo!"
As can be seen in the first example the initial C is properly delivered, in order to give effect to the second syllable instead of C is completely omitted.
In the second example, instead there is a classic demonstration of C intake preceded by a vowel.
Finally in the third example we are again faced with a case of C changes. And 'a must not to record the pronunciation with apostrophes, but the whole attack, making the phrase in question becomes a single word, meaning pregnant.
Some idioms:
- You caa shit (You really disgusting)
- Drink less ponchos, mind 'ow you' ounce (takes less alcohol so that no straps)
- which has the grin of a pe ' Laughs! (You have a really ugly face)
- It took more sketches of the rocks that she 'Alafuria (E' a girl of easy virtue)
And here's another video gem!
begin our course with a classic Tuscan pronunciation: C intake. Taking the individual cases in detail you will find that in the Leghorn C is not only drawn, but in most cases is completely omitted.
Let's see some explanatory sentences, and then passes the phonetic rules.
Example 1: "Oh CAAT"
Example 2: "Bongiorno! We are du 'Affè?"
Example 3: "Mattilevidiùlo!"
As can be seen in the first example the initial C is properly delivered, in order to give effect to the second syllable instead of C is completely omitted.
In the second example, instead there is a classic demonstration of C intake preceded by a vowel.
Finally in the third example we are again faced with a case of C changes. And 'a must not to record the pronunciation with apostrophes, but the whole attack, making the phrase in question becomes a single word, meaning pregnant.
Some idioms:
- You caa shit (You really disgusting)
- Drink less ponchos, mind 'ow you' ounce (takes less alcohol so that no straps)
- which has the grin of a pe ' Laughs! (You have a really ugly face)
- It took more sketches of the rocks that she 'Alafuria (E' a girl of easy virtue)
And here's another video gem!
Friday, February 6, 2009
Giovani Esibizioniste
Livorno-Leghorn-Intro
We urgently need a little explanation for a series of posts I am going to publish: scandalizzatevi not, my loyal readers, if in this short course labronicità (see Livorno) I can be vulgar at times .... but they are unique Tuscan proud of it and even more proud to be born and live in the province of Livorno, which means that each day may rejoice to hear that the popular expression of cabaret Zelig we must study them a month to create!
My blog is just for the desire to communicate, to express in every shape and color ... well, who has had to deal with Livorno can confirm that the shapes and colors they really know a lot!!
Under persistent pressure from the long (thanks dear for your contribution!), I gladly decided to start this course of Livorno (trumpet ...)
course, the course is interactive, ie who has to ask questions or clarifications may do so via the comments.
I hope you would please .... meanwhile sganasciatevi laughing with this video produced by IL The Cuckoos Nest!
We urgently need a little explanation for a series of posts I am going to publish: scandalizzatevi not, my loyal readers, if in this short course labronicità (see Livorno) I can be vulgar at times .... but they are unique Tuscan proud of it and even more proud to be born and live in the province of Livorno, which means that each day may rejoice to hear that the popular expression of cabaret Zelig we must study them a month to create!
My blog is just for the desire to communicate, to express in every shape and color ... well, who has had to deal with Livorno can confirm that the shapes and colors they really know a lot!!
Under persistent pressure from the long (thanks dear for your contribution!), I gladly decided to start this course of Livorno (trumpet ...)
course, the course is interactive, ie who has to ask questions or clarifications may do so via the comments.
I hope you would please .... meanwhile sganasciatevi laughing with this video produced by IL The Cuckoos Nest!
Monday, February 2, 2009
Sample Dental Recall Letter
dyed her friends and friends of the men
1.
The girls had come to organize the celebration of their four decades without understanding how this could have happened. More than forty forty forty equals one hundred and twenty: it had written on the invitation sent to all friends. And we had joked about. The cakes, wine, music, friends, gifts, gossip and toast. Then the party was over and they were forty. 
At first I had not noticed, seemed to have changed anything. And it was so: it was true that birthday that he had not changed anything in itself. They had been in previous years to gradually erode the certainty, desires, feelings of omnipotence, marked now by a few wrinkles, annoying but not much. Winter
the party was over. She had come the spring, then summer and then was back in the winter. Was it that the cold months of the year was proving very hard. Cold and gray. Always, without respite. Rain or snow, never alone. It seemed a time a little 'apocalyptic. Or as the end of a movie, when the flow of credits leaves the scene to be very small, a bird's eye view. But here we are already beyond the weather, most in psychology.
It was then that forty years had knocked on the door. Children born with, sometimes torn between their parents, or those not born, because unwanted, sometimes chased, but failed attempts. With the loves lost, abandoned and forgotten, but never completely, regret, hated, remembered with bitterness, but sometimes with melancholy. With efforts to hold together the pieces of their lives. More and more fragile, those pieces, more frail.
I saw them, her friends, and they were always more beautiful. More compact. Even brighter than when I was twenty years younger. Someone had put on weight a few pounds, some remained thin with too much zeal. Some did not take back the gray hair, someone else had lost a bit 'of the brightness on the breast, the seat that had enchanted so many people. But they were beautiful all the same. Indeed, more.
What was so wrong? Their men. I realized I was one evening, strange case, everyone was there: their own, that is, friends, and their men who were so distant from those they loved, for which they had walked weeping or four inches off the ground. Those men of whom had spoken with such dedication that they had imagined, sought, pursued.
From my position as observer had looked good but the men who were there now, in flesh and blood. I had noticed that women were at the center, around a table. They talked, laughed, drank, joked, embraced, raised their voices, and eating ribevevano, held the reins of the evening. Their men, however, were scattered at the edge of the corolla of females. A spread on the couch, he felt that the fever was coming, he argued. Another, the landlord, who went back and forth from the kitchen carrying dirty dishes and a few other full of freshly baked food. One was not there, was away, because worked out, but continued to send messages on the mobile phone of his lady. A couple chatted with each other, trying every now and then to engage in a line of girls (my mother had continued to call 'girls' the friends of canasta even after seventy years to come) to hear his voice, to give his version the facts. Others were scattered around the house.
They, too, the boys were handsome men, not ever. Of all ages, someone had crossed the barrier of fifty, but there were those who had some years of less than girls. There were for all tastes: high and low fat or thin. With broad shoulders and pointed chin with the beard of contemplation. One pelatino, another hedgehog with blacks who were never anywhere and still another that it was decided to cut the tail hair now gray. Ex Movement and those with policy c'aveva not never had nothing to do, left or whatever, right no, what ever. An architect and a cook, a farmer and theatrical.
Seeing them separately, to meet one evening a dinner alone, without companions, I would not have found in them nothing wrong, nothing blatantly annoying. But it was due to the fact that they knew the woman who claimed, and rightly so, that did not fit. They did not go for girls, for what they had long hoped for, dreamed of their future. It was not a matter of compromise, expectations or resized. They were able to get them to exhaustion, the exhaustion of living love at breakneck speed, absolute despair in joy and in sorrow. These men had come once the women were sitting on a bench in the shade to rest a little, take a break, recharge your batteries. She had been caught in a moment of weakness. And they are aware, we were made to seize. Here's what they were forty, inch by inch that erosion had excavated the rock. But it was not a surrender, it was not expedient. It was awareness.
At first I had not noticed, seemed to have changed anything. And it was so: it was true that birthday that he had not changed anything in itself. They had been in previous years to gradually erode the certainty, desires, feelings of omnipotence, marked now by a few wrinkles, annoying but not much. Winter
the party was over. She had come the spring, then summer and then was back in the winter. Was it that the cold months of the year was proving very hard. Cold and gray. Always, without respite. Rain or snow, never alone. It seemed a time a little 'apocalyptic. Or as the end of a movie, when the flow of credits leaves the scene to be very small, a bird's eye view. But here we are already beyond the weather, most in psychology.
It was then that forty years had knocked on the door. Children born with, sometimes torn between their parents, or those not born, because unwanted, sometimes chased, but failed attempts. With the loves lost, abandoned and forgotten, but never completely, regret, hated, remembered with bitterness, but sometimes with melancholy. With efforts to hold together the pieces of their lives. More and more fragile, those pieces, more frail.
I saw them, her friends, and they were always more beautiful. More compact. Even brighter than when I was twenty years younger. Someone had put on weight a few pounds, some remained thin with too much zeal. Some did not take back the gray hair, someone else had lost a bit 'of the brightness on the breast, the seat that had enchanted so many people. But they were beautiful all the same. Indeed, more.
What was so wrong? Their men. I realized I was one evening, strange case, everyone was there: their own, that is, friends, and their men who were so distant from those they loved, for which they had walked weeping or four inches off the ground. Those men of whom had spoken with such dedication that they had imagined, sought, pursued.
From my position as observer had looked good but the men who were there now, in flesh and blood. I had noticed that women were at the center, around a table. They talked, laughed, drank, joked, embraced, raised their voices, and eating ribevevano, held the reins of the evening. Their men, however, were scattered at the edge of the corolla of females. A spread on the couch, he felt that the fever was coming, he argued. Another, the landlord, who went back and forth from the kitchen carrying dirty dishes and a few other full of freshly baked food. One was not there, was away, because worked out, but continued to send messages on the mobile phone of his lady. A couple chatted with each other, trying every now and then to engage in a line of girls (my mother had continued to call 'girls' the friends of canasta even after seventy years to come) to hear his voice, to give his version the facts. Others were scattered around the house.
They, too, the boys were handsome men, not ever. Of all ages, someone had crossed the barrier of fifty, but there were those who had some years of less than girls. There were for all tastes: high and low fat or thin. With broad shoulders and pointed chin with the beard of contemplation. One pelatino, another hedgehog with blacks who were never anywhere and still another that it was decided to cut the tail hair now gray. Ex Movement and those with policy c'aveva not never had nothing to do, left or whatever, right no, what ever. An architect and a cook, a farmer and theatrical.
Seeing them separately, to meet one evening a dinner alone, without companions, I would not have found in them nothing wrong, nothing blatantly annoying. But it was due to the fact that they knew the woman who claimed, and rightly so, that did not fit. They did not go for girls, for what they had long hoped for, dreamed of their future. It was not a matter of compromise, expectations or resized. They were able to get them to exhaustion, the exhaustion of living love at breakneck speed, absolute despair in joy and in sorrow. These men had come once the women were sitting on a bench in the shade to rest a little, take a break, recharge your batteries. She had been caught in a moment of weakness. And they are aware, we were made to seize. Here's what they were forty, inch by inch that erosion had excavated the rock. But it was not a surrender, it was not expedient. It was awareness.
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