Wednesday, March 16, 2011

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Last night Thias stroked my cheek as we sat on the couch and fell asleep with his head in his hands as the baby animals.

Monday, March 14, 2011

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week-and

Friday I wanted to write a post in the series "abolish the week-and, for lack of time but then I did.
Well, now that the weekend has gone I'm glad he had not because it was moooooooolto best of my expectations. Despite Sam
with bronchitis, despite maritozzi has worked to 17.00, Saturday went really well.
Besides the alarm given to me by the children at 07.15 .... Sbat which is truly 'national tragedy for me to wake up so early, the rest of the day went really well.
I had not realized how much the kids had grown, and then how easy it was to organize the day with them.
The morning I took a shower, I prepared a decent meal, and we also managed to make the pan-brioche. E 'was fun, really, even if in the end it was a crap inmangiabile follow ... and follow the other one I have the wrong dose of salt, put in the hands of a Enri chicchiaio soup instead of a teaspoon. But there
saimo fun, we made small loaves of bread and every minute we were there, turn the oven light to see how they were baking.
I taught him how to play bingo and came in a moment ago.
lunch yesterday from my mom, and when we returned home she came to tovarci a dear friend who is having a very difficult period.
I'm glad he thought of us, and I was happy to hear say "I wanted to go to C. (his girl of six years) and a sunny afternoon so I decided to take her to play with your kids" .. I was really pleased!
They stopped for dinner, we made a paste on the fly and it was a pleasant Sunday.
This time, the petition "abolish the weekend and" has been postponed! 08/05/2009

Sunday, March 13, 2011

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Catherine Brown.

I found this. Which is a small masterpiece of our friend Aldo.


Catherine and I met in 1985.

Eh, I was sitting in the bleachers of the gym at the high school when Cairoli for the first time I realized how beautiful it was that one of the first D did not exercise, and breathing near me.

Eh, I realized that was a smell of flowers that seemed all seen together, as some large fields of daisies that there are close to the financiers of Clive.
Eh, I needed to talk to the source the feeling of grass that made me feel a bit 'stupid and as tilted completely towards her.

I told her so suddenly a blunder on Saba Saba and she replied that his wife saw a chicken.
I replied "No, a goat from the Semitic nose" (it was not true, Saba looked like his wife to various farm animals including goats except Semite, who was in another poem.) So we continued to talk to Saba.

Well, as I spoke I felt like a plane, like a drunk pilot of plane that looks down the houses and the city but do not look ahead because otherwise it dazzles and crashes into the sun.
Well, Catherine's face seemed like a sun with mascara, it was as if I had drunk coffee thirty, my veins were filled with fresh disbanded trains met. They were children.

Well, after two days I saw her and I talked and I realized that I was talking continuously for two days.
Eh, I was glad of the things I had always felt normal, which I had never noticed.
I was happy that Catherine had the legs for example.
ever I saw people who had the legs, for nineteen years when I was there, now I was so happy that I walked by tapping the shop windows glad to hear the glass and I like traffic lights, as if they had become completely magical.

Eh, once wrote to me with a red marker on its number of Phone on the agenda.
was the largest number that I had, occupied two pages in October.
was even the red and overflowing from the paper.
After fifteen days I called to hear something about the Doors with her.
we have heard.
Then we went to eat pizza at a place absurd Viggiù nine.

Eh, I thought the evening to his hair made of sun, it seemed trivial to compare the hair of a woman in the sun, then I decided to pull the hair of Catherine the bus that connects Viggiù in Varese, but has nothing to do, and thus always comparing I fell asleep, and breathing while I slept a lot, I was asleep but I was well aware breathing anything that was breathing and not only permeated the shadows of the people I had seen pass, I breathed the shops open at half past two in the afternoon and those who keep it closed until sixteen, I breathed the trains that move across the world Saturday.

The next day I went to school and I seemed to see Catherine's everywhere, everyone was turning in her and I felt like calling it.
Then I realized that he was a gardener who did not know (To give an example. Sometimes it was the driver of the bus Viggiù) ...

Well, every time I saw it was not cold at all Varese.
Every time I saw it was an exaggeration of things everywhere, it seemed that he was born another planet there, among the desks of my class, and it was born from another, as in a game of Chinese boxes, so I kissed her and

When Catherine and I have bought a lot of sliced \u200b\u200bham in a large store on Corso Matteotti called "Vallanzasca" a pound of ham.
We discarded and eaten with your hands. As the pigs that they are hungry, we ate, we walked up and down the course ...
Oh, we laughed fortissimo.
past, a child pointed us to the mother.
He pointed the finger at us and said, "Mom looks at drugged ...

That evening, I remembered that as a child I watched a documentary on drugs. Some people sitting around a campfire dilated, became very large, they became old, constantly changing.
After that I decided that I'd always been drugged, and the drug was no more than my ability to see everything in every possible aspect, lying in wait for things and I could become something else, constantly became more and wanted.
Catherine was a drug that was wearing Indian clothes.

Catherine, also, you put a lot of pink lipstick and I like to hear everywhere, tasted good, so that one evening when I was in a coma surface was admitted to the hospital in Varese, it occurred to me to get up because I felt the smell of lipstick good I no longer wanted to be dead, I happened to two in the morning.

Then it was time that I lived in Viggiù, in a house which never opened the windows.
I liked that it was always night.
One day Cathy came with a disc of an American by the name full of consonants.
had a dress designed by Indian blue mountains and the sun transparent. He put the disk in that group and danced, the darkness did not make sense, she had to take home the sun, we opened the windows and the sun poured in a spoonful at dense, is poured with a fury I had never thought in my life, I looked like a child who falls from the chute fast with eyes closed in my room, there was a multitude of beams infants.

often bought the whiteness, which was a type of Ciocorì but white. It
store housing with forty packs because you won an electronic keyboard as small as a card of Sip.
When two people love each other always buys the whiteness.
We went to eat under the statue of the Old Market Square.
Always at night. Of very large pieces broke off and then we ate together until our lips met.

So we continued.

Eh, not all have lived in Port Lugano in 1987.
I lived behind the station, a little 'to the right of a gas station there before the road that leads there.

I was a guest of my friend son of a doctor who had a house with a room full of classical music records.
Under the room was a table tennis old and never drive a car that I did not know.
I was often locked in the room full of hard to hear the passing cars outside, and the voices of people crossing the tracks to exit the station. Each entry

vibrated like a flame was extinguished and slamming against the kitchen when I went to eat. Those voices

arabesque around the banner of the gas station, I saw a piece out the window every time I eat before I lean to watch the evening in Porto Maggiore. Each of those

remained in the interweaving voices that just seemed to be completely confused with the other coming back.

could be the tail of a greeting or the blasphemy of a bartender near the lake. Often, out of that house was snowing.
Although snow has never before as you are born. Before birth, all items are on the outskirts of one only. They are nothing of the confusion ends.

Ceresio I was born right there at just twenty years.
The same seemed exaggerated.
Eh, all continued to be different.
Example: times, at nine o'clock you get there to eat, then have ten, is different from nine.
More or less, of all the ten days are alike. But the days go away, like pieces of a necklace that breaks the ground end up everywhere, it was basically just a chain of ideas, which appeared after long days behind the radiator for example. And though, memory.

To change the order of things the people pulling him squirrels frozen, embracing a cause or goes to Santo Domingo to open a pizzeria.

In 1987 I had these problems with the days go.
to solve I tried to take the drugs with alcohol, and Ludiomil Prazene in beer and Valium, or Rohypnol also with wine but it was worse for a while 'the hours seemed a bunch of pins falling to bulk down the stairwell, I did not understand that relationship was, the universe took a whole week of vacation.
But in the evening, I went out to take the michette and I was not able to take my wallet, I could not pay, not paying, did not go out to take the michette, postponed until next day and the day after that, the day was done two-day combined, the next four and so even in the exponential sequence.
I also had a headache and I was sleepy.

This desperation begins as children, they tell you that after you see everything, but before he comes after you are married for fifteen years with children and have not understood anything, if you want to get out there no one will return the money of the ticket's life must continue to be there. The train the
10726 February 9, 1987 came to Varese to 18:05 on the track 3.
After I made the ticket I went with Catherine to buy cigarettes.
are about ten minutes at the start and so I was annoyed to queue.
front of me was a gentleman in his sixties, a bizarre type that occasionally can be seen passing through Viale Borri, who wanted to buy a box of "spadatrappe.
"Spadatrappa" in the dialect of the South do not know what it means patch (almost as in French).

a child filled me with patches because even if I had not had anything nice, I was spoiled for me by my mum imaginary wounds.

Eh, it was like a wound or a river that flows from the air suddenly what I am overwhelmed due to the fact that Catherine was with me to queue to buy the Marlboro long.

Sometimes I dreamed of sleeping in his bones, I imagined to be a boat that travels in your blood, which goes into his heart. When

us to take the cigarettes taken. A package of MS and a packet of Marlboro long.

There was a silence to say that every joint space to separate words was a way to express love. I wanted it, that silence came to separate the words so that each space would express love, simply
infinite.

E 'that everyone was talking about but not heard them talk, and there was the sound of a freight train at the bottom front of the Home of the psychoanalyst.

was that everything was Catherine, and the continents were jumping off the clock signal over the second-class waiting room, ticked around there like nightmares, was six and soon the train would arrive.

I wanted to be a supposed to Catherine, Catherine wanted to be the clothes, I wanted to be the necklace with the pendant of the peace of Catherine, I wanted to be the backbone of Catherine, I did not want to take the train.
"Catherine told her-and-true that you'll never die?" The
spoke, but it was not true. I was wandering in her eyes and it was windy.
"Something we always existed-whispered-and will exist forever." We kissed, Catherine and myself.

Then it happened that thing. A bite of light years slipped around that evening, in a deep bite white, deeply understood to be born black, I was born. Swimming in the eyes of Catherine. I saw the Po Valley and Mount Everest and football matches and battles of the ancient galleys. Dinosaurs and the pies of Mrs. Collura. I saw the rhododendrons be moved by the wind like a scarf that covers me hot, everything was made of water, I swam in the eyes of Catherine as an Olympic champion, as an unknown god, like a frog, I saw the world that was growing inside me. It was nothing of the confusion ends.

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I stayed six months with his nose between the shoulders of another person, I can not recover that much faster. When
'm made of something come to mind certain details on the razor sharp things in my childhood. Like the teddy bear's colors, which replaced inabbinabili for me and my mother's name was Paola. One day the dog bit him in the face and from that moment began to resemble my paternal grandfather. Trauma.
should take away the cigarettes of a whole life as I keep my room. In sgarra
community when they take away the cigarettes one by one for every crap that you do.
Living is all a wash and a dirty. That is, it's all a dirty, then you decide what, sometimes you just do not decide, then you brush, which means that you get dirty water, I would have something to take for me to come up with interesting stories when I was still smart, or under the age of eleven, and write, but no money. The only thing exciting here is Chet Baker.
There's only one thing I want to talk and personal dignity can not do it so I decided that I will not say anything until I find something better and less full of thorns.

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

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... Came Samuli.

positive test.
Tears, fears, tears, thoughts, tears and even more thoughts. Samuli
arrived unexpectedly, leaving things to chance, but not planning on being so lucky.
For me no problem, you just have to organize themselves .... in again.
For him no problem, you just start all over .... in again.
But that's okay, a child is always a blessing, and we infuse the kids love them ... we have always said that we wanted the three ... although maybe not as infretta.
Mile had only 30 months .... Enri 9
I'm not afraid for me, I'm not afraid for us. I'm afraid of the other .... and I have reason to. All criticism, all talk, all have their say, and I despise all speak as if I were, in order ... unconscious, and beep, beep .... and all the words that I did not forget but I can not repeat. However ....
pregnancy progresses, we are happy together, alone I feel bad for all the comments. The influence of intestinal
28/12...prima husband .... I resist.
Mile 2 days after starting ... and I resist.
Then comes the turn of Enrique ... and I resist, even if it is not yet healed
Mile Mile is aware of everything. He noticed her belly, she knows that I'm preparing vialigia and know I'll be away for a few days. ... And vomits every night, more or less the same time. I say it's influence even if we think little, because the day is fine, the night is a tragedy.
And of course we are also well .... I also fall in January, missing very little to the birth of the child.
Infleunza gut for me .... 3 days in a row past the bathroom to give the stomach.
Then finally on Sunday I'm fine .... I'm better, I eat a little bit at lunch, eat a little bit for dinner.
And the night begins to feel sick, stomach ache, stomach ache .... and what do I blame? influence, not to Samuli trying to get my attention ...
at 6.00 am of 18.1.2010 in the kitchen drinking my umpteenth cup of water and lemon. He gets my husband to go to work. "I'm home ... I'll help with the kids ... go to your mother ..." Then ...." I love ... but you sure is not Sam ... instill the date is 21 ... 18 ... today is your name that are to be with the kids you prepared we go to the hospital. "
I get up and "oh my God .... why did not I think of that before now I can not even walk anymore ... of my moving here because otherwise I do"
At 7 we are in the hospital, same old story. There comes a nurse who does not take me seriously, and he returns to the closet to talk with the midwife. I attack the door, because even though I have severe pain ... I need to push and hold on to something.
The midwife sees me and runs to help me ... visit me and tells me to run in the delivery room. 2 drives, maybe 3, are born Samuel 07:26. Born too cold, drink a bit of amniotic fluid, but nothing serious. Can I hold you in my arms .... I was born and I have not noticed. Meanwhile, outside the sky is red. The night gives way to a day that is born ...
I'm torn, I do not have the strength to walk, I do not have the strength to get dressed .... repeated these influences have destroyed me, but I can finally rest. Yes
pure .. illusion. I do not take the nest the little say that she cries because he wants to eat. but as I pull up from the cradle vomit the liquid ingested.
It 's all coming and going from the nest. I who brought the child, and that they bring him back to me. I'm tired at the end I decided to keep him with me. I put in my bed and sleep together all night. Meanwhile
Mile, at home, continues to throw up.
resign ... I take it seriously for mile, after 1 month of illness is pale with dark circles, and has lost some weight.
Then consult with a doctor, the one next door. Maybe it's just reflux due to agitation, the situation. Anti-acid for a few days and Mile heals. But
Start Sam reflux .... for him .... you never stop. Perhaps I exaggerate with the desire to be with my kids alone in struggling to recover ... so I give up. Alone can not do it. Mile back to kindergarten, Enri be grandparents, and I take care of the child.
E 'was really hard. Even though I had experience with the brothers, the early days of Sam's mother were difficult. I did not want to admit being in trouble, I did not want the people who had always criticized could say "we were right" and I struggled. With fingernails, teeth.
It seemed to me that those days will no longer pass. Everything was eternal ... the little he was sick, I was not feeling well, the jealousy of brothers ....
Natuarlmente the time is spent alone with his pace and finally at home ... B. the sun shines. It 's been a year and I've never been so happy, I'm happy, happy ... I have the family I always wanted. I have so much guilt for what I thought while waiting for the little ... but I'm showing all the love that I can, so that it can never be a mistake.
Because he is not an error.
With him I learned to be a mother. I learned new things ... because for every child, to start all over again you always learn something. And I've learned .... I learned so many things.
I learned to stay at home alone with three small children
I learned to do the shopping carried by most children.
I have learned to traverse the whole country, on foot, to bring them to the park
I learned to respect me, I learned to respect the adyust ..
I learned to love him, and I taught them to volersene
I learned to give a damn about the people, their eyes when they saw me with Sam in the carrier and the other 2 hands.
I learned to laugh, or at least smile when their lip-reading "Did you see that?"
And I learned to be proud of the family that I created, with the man I love.
I'm happy, when I go out alone, or even when we are all together 5, to attract the eyes of the people. That look all that ... look what I am / we have been able to do ... because if only people knew how to live in symbiosis my 3 children, if only they saw how they love, as you seek, how they want to constantly be together, and how they think each other even when separated ... then that would have to talk ...

Monday, March 7, 2011

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want it back I want it back I want it back on the back I want it back.
I want you to love me love me love me I want you to love me. My

Translated Soul Eater Doujinshi

Messaging.

you write stuff on the bathroom mirror a lot of years. Or post it. The morning there is always a small mocha already filled in and the cap is put on a yellow ticket that says "It 's ready." Or on the toilet paper. Papyrus with a pen liquid.
On the mirror, the top posts ended with "I love you!", Then at some point my mom was pregnant and then it said "you / I love you!" and when Charles was born has become "I love you." When my friends happen to come across out in the bathroom and always say "How nice, your." But we are also launching some
digs ... One day there I found a lot of written subtly trying to remember my father not to throw too much paper in the toilet and always pull the drain. The next day he had responded with a series of strips of masking tape with the words: "Come on, you can do it!" "We're almost there!" "You can do it!" And in the end, attached below the window: "You did it! Did you remember that .... I love you !!!".
How nice, my. What a story, they love.

Thursday, March 3, 2011

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Poor

Perhaps many of you reading this post will be surprised. But bad is what I am. Me
are heard repeated so many times ... and if someone tells you, then two, then five, then perhaps it is true.
I am bad. Yesterday I was bad and I feel bad today. Knowing me I know that I will be bad tomorrow ....
Poor's who makes you feel bad when you're not already good.
Bad And who knows what words say to make you feel bad and I'll always blurted when it should be comprehensive.
bad is that you put me against the children, when it should leave them outside all
and Poor's who is indifferent to physical pain, when it should give you an idea to give you relief.
I, last night, I was all these things. Yes, and all together in one evening only.
Are you surprised? And if I told you that, in adolescence, even I did my father cry? And if I told you that when I was the entertainer was the most feared, especially by their mothers? And if I told you that it's been a period during which my brother called me Hitler? So you believe it? Why I know is really bad. And now, now that I'm still terribly angry, I do not care nothing about what I said, and what I did. In fact, I know perfectly well that, as I have written before, I will continue today, limiting my presence at the pure indiferrenza, because I know that indifference hurts and tremedamente discomfort.
I'm angry, and when I'm angry, really angry, then I become ill. But now, now I'm upset I do not mind being bad ... and even so, this is one more reason to be so.

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I'm too bad.

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Hello I remember me, I remember him and I would disappear hello I am always hungry now. It still lacks a bit '. Ugly people that turn nice people.
to explain how certain things are ruined things become very large compared to the similarities regarding the bottighie of the neck. All I ask because if you have that form as if made to slam on the nose. It seems a mistake, but it's foam. They do it for the foam. When the tea is poured into a bottle with narrow neck makes too much foam.
When all else fails watch an episode of Skins, which they certainly must be worse. We
we never loved each other, we never seemed to knife and fork.
There is a video of Amon Tobin at the beginning where you talk on the phone and special eye.
never takes someone good, oh, if you're not with someone because you do not like enough, there is little to turn around. Or because someone else will like it, or do you like more. At the end of the video is a white flower and then the credits. I would be the end credits because I can no longer be the flower. But at least she smiles.
I have a notebook where I do not write anything.
When you arrive ... I do not feel anything.
When I speak, I hear nothing.
When I listen to music, do not feel anything.
When I cry, I do not feel anything.

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Fat Thursday: history and culture

Today is Shrove Tuesday,
day when the carnival begins in theory, for then end the evening of Tuesday, the eve of Lent.
Here ... I consider myself very lucky, because in addition to love the carnival, live in a place where there are several important things about it.
First of all I live in the country, its history, the carnival is done in the evening on Ash Wednesday, on the day, and then, when Lent begins.
And then, I have the strategic luck (always with a view of the fact that I love the carnival) to live a little 15 km from Ivrea, where there is the famous battle of oranges.
For those unfamiliar with the story tell you about very briefly and release very simple.
all goes back to the period of the Middle Ages. Legend has it that Violetta daughter of a miller of Ivrea, the night of his wedding was brought to by the evil tyrant who Castellazzo wanted to assert the right to spend with her wedding night as Violetta wife of a serf of the tyrant himself.
Violet manages to get drunk but the tyrant while he sleeps and cut off his head (I know, it's a bit macabre), thus starting a popular uprising and the slaughter of the tyrant.
Natuarlmente the carnival is the main character of Violetta, or Mugnaia in front of the parade as the standard bearers with the flags representing each ward, then there is the general on horseback with the officers of the staff and the food, the replaced Chancellor, and finally, abba, all of which are children. To give a touch of
allegrai is the band of fifes, parading with a uniform consisting of tunic and red trousers green.
The festival begins on the night of Shrove Tuesday, when every square is a party with music, and people go all dressed as he pleases .... and I assure you that there is no limit to the imagination, I already seen it all.
Saturday evening there will be the release of Violetta, the march to the city, where the groups will also participate in the orange throwers. And from Sunday through Tuesday will be the famous battle of oranges.
The battle we follow are in the 3 main squares, where the teams who patrol the streets waiting for the aranceri passage of the wagons ... and I assure them that being in the middle is not very enjoyable !!!!!
wagons, pulled by pairs or quadrille (and here the animals all the years are being felt more and more) aranceri carry groups of about a dozen that are protected by armor and especially leather masks with iron gratings to protect the face . Each group on foot, however, is much larger, ranging literally assault the wagon across the square trying to hit, a shot of orange, the opponents on the bandwagon. Most malicious attempt to hit their face masks so that enter the orange juice in the eye (that is so cruel ....) The aranceri foot wear colorful costumes by group membership with jackets often open very wide to hold the oranges (my brother instead became a big shoulder bag that carries that fills then oranges) and they do not have any protection to shield from oranges that come from the wagon.
During these three days of battle, where everything is filled with orange and everywhere where there is a wonderful scent, a special committee observes all these battles and declared a winner.
tell how I wrote it seems cruel, and in many ways it is, because parents unconscious accompagano their children in tow, tantitissimi young (and old) are injured. broken noses and cheeks are swollen routine things, but I assure you, watching from a spectator is something fantastic. There are safety nets, and then .... in theory, here wearing a red hat .... sock-shaped, more or less the shape it is this, is immune from being hit.
do not know if I get the idea, but it is the Carnival of Ivrea is something unique and fantastic, it deserves to be experienced at least once in their lifetime.