Thursday, April 19, 2007

Blue Turquoise Jelly Bracelet Means

The man looked down the workers

Read, is cute, but at the same time disturbing.
I'm in the window and watch the workers who fall. Every now and then one falls. I like to see people dying on the job while I'm calm home. My wife however is not interested. She is left, she likes politics and is always watching the programs of the satellite channel of the parliament. At this time make a program led by Minister of Foreign Affairs where he taught foreign swear words. Filth today say in French. I am not interested because the words in French always seem a bit 'mushy.

If you send someone to hell you can not do with the r dull,

truncated and those little words that always end with the accent on the last syllable seem scarcely credible.

If I send to hell rather do it in a French gesture.

me I arrange with the middle finger. This

program of the Foreign Minister when I only like swearing in turkish.

But anyway I'm not interested in politics, in fact I do not say bad words.

I'm in the window and watch the workers who fall.

Once the work ended up dead on the newspapers, people read those lists of names of dead and indignant.

Fortunately now the newspapers no longer exist and people live quiet.

There's only satellite television of Parliament.

I'm not interested in politics. I watch only when there is a program of the Minister of Labour.

He died to see the best of the week in slow motion.

My wife says that at the end of the transmission Minister distributes scratch the relatives of the victims.

Or maybe the lottery numbers, the stakes, dried themes ...

something I do not see that broadcast to the end and I can not say with precision.

I'm not interested in politics and in fact I do not understand the lottery.

I prefer videophones. I'm in the window and falls when a worker will take it back with the phone.

The film is amateur and exchange on the Internet.

today in exchange for a Romanian who stabs on the bar of a gate they sent me two Chinese miners intoxicated.

I had a good collection of maintenance swallowed by turbine, maneuvered by the crane crashed or crushed by the crane.

I like to see people dying at work while I sit in his underwear on my ergonomic chair.

I live here and I can not afford to go around the world to see workers who die in other countries.

Romulus, My Internet.

I'm in the window and watch the workers who fall.

I have this passion and I can just go back to looking out the window.

Today is weak. They died just five or six builders.

But yesterday I saw at least two dozen fall.

was an amusement park, the whole building was rooting out the window.

Even my wife was looking out to see the disaster.

Yet television satellite channel of the parliament on Saturday to make the burping contest.

I do not see why I'm not interested in politics.

Last month, he nearly fell down the government because it was discovered that the chairman of burps back in play.

Then for the good of the nation have changed the law.

Now the advocate can burp instead of premier.

I'm not interested in politics and in fact I do not understand the burps.

passionate only when I make a stink in the Senate race there because the majorities are narrow and rely heavily performance of senators for life.

I'm in the window and watch the workers who fall.

Most of the masons working on the black, but just someone s'ammazza ... the master must take him.

die each year thousands of people at work.

By taking all these deaths, the government is fighting unemployment.

There are more people regularly taken underground in cemeteries in the factory.

I'm in the window and watch the workers who fall.

The dead have become an attraction at work.

You are also organized tours around the world to go see workers fired or thrown from the scaffolding under mechanical shovels. There are people who goes around the world to do the safari in Chinese mines, plantations, where the Afghan people are dying.

Some go away on a cruise off the coast of Puglia and Sicily to see non-gi drown before you even arrive on site where you will kill the black working as underpaid laborers.

But this is too easy.

After a while, 'you indigestion.

It's like going hunting at the zoo.

I'm not a jackal. I

I've got a moral.

I am an honest person.

And then with all the people who died working in Italy have just a little ' patience.

Just stand in front of the window and after a while, 'a worker falls.



The text is taken from "Survey seated" aired Sunday night on "Talk to Me" on Rai Tre

All this in turn taken from "Unit" of 17/04 / 2007. Hello

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Sunday, April 1, 2007

Ochrona Roslin Przed Zima






If you're reading these memories mean I'm dead. Not bad, I know that I do not regret for a long time, but now you are here feel my will. You know they are not at all creative, so I leave the text of a Song De Andrè, called precisely "the will"

'When death calls me,
perhaps, someone will complain,
after reading what's in the will
bequeath
maleditemi not, no need to
to nothing so I'll be in hell already

the protectors of the hookers
leave from a job because
accountant experienced in their job to warn the population

every weekend
above the rent of a bitch I want to leave

Bianca
in which he rubs of decency, a certificate of merit

that the marriage will pave the way with best wishes for those who
is to keep happy and fell
horned

Sister Death leave me the time to finish my

will leave me the time to say goodbye to revere

to thank all the authors of
circle around the bed of a dying man

Mr gravedigger I hear a little
his work not at all like
do not consider it a good game
cover much ground
who rest in peace and that is why I am proud
spade in hand over the gold

To candidate
old Countess who does not move from my bed
more to eradicate the unhealthy
promise to reserve my numbers the lottery
not wait to go among the damned
to report all the wrong When death


ask me to return the freedom
perhaps a tear, maybe one on my grave will be spent

maybe just a smile perhaps a


sprout from my memory If I already corroded the flesh
where my heart beat time
were born one day a rose
do to the woman who offered me her crying
for each beat of his heart
make it a red petal of love

to you that you were the more
contention that the courtesan is not given to all
and now the corner of that church
sell pictures to the beautiful and ugly
leave notes of this Song
hand the pain of your illusion
for you have to get by
forced to sell Christ and the saints

When death calls me

anyone in the world will realize that a man died without speaking without knowing the truth

that a man died without praying
escaping the burden of piety

Dear brothers on the other side
sang in the choir down to earth in a hundred
we loved the same woman in a thousand
we left for the war itself
this memory will not comfort you
when you die, you die alone
this memory will not comfort you when you die
Die Alone '

And then I add a verse myself, forgive me, but I'm not able to write in rhyme. A word to the wise.

the tribes of the mussel-bigoted
leave the photo of a beautiful altar, St.
because they always what to do,
beyond good and evil, because they have always
reason
no matter the opinion of others ,
because they have always right, no matter
other people's opinion.

And now a couple of last things.
I give and bequeath to my true friends, even if I do not see those from time immemorial continue to stay close, what if sometimes I'm not with them do not pretend to have offended, those who criticize me know if they criticize me and above can do it with me , well, In short, I leave them my blog, if they can read it, destroy it, they can add something, maybe you can even publish this my will. It also leaves them with all my books, and will choose as their scores, knowing that what I like best are those of meditation, the mystical, investigation of those religions.

Then, more specifically, I leave a little dog that Marianna was the first street to Holy Cross and that made us go through hell, I leave it to Margi the kiss that I've never given (come on, it did not take 'a gypsy for understand that I really liked it for a period) and duty to let the user of the Antichrist: How to Become Pope and demolish the Church.
Then if something moves you you because I did not really want to continue ...