scarpescarpescarpe, but I always think the shoes!
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Monday, July 12, 2010
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Ringworm On Dogs Stomach
blissful ignorance ...
Yesterday, as I usually do every Saturday night, I was around town with my friend. Bari offers much that is not for walking - with some interesting destination - infuse the stages are always the same. Same roads, same stores (same faces!), But despite this I like to groom a bit 'around. I like to go in search of new places, pubs , local culture, music stores, restaurants
ni ... In short, I always try to make interesting the other side of town, beyond the so-called places of nightlife, there remains in the shadows, but sometimes I get lost among the common clothing stores. I want to what wear, it is important to immediately disclose its own style, it is important to understand now that you're not like everyone else ... six yourself, you are unique and your style You just created you! So sometimes I get lost among these cabinets full of clothes in search of even the most trivial t-shirt market, provided they can make a personalized and unique (does not matter what you wear but how you wear it!).
So I was around as usual and not only managed to find an interesting fabric store, I found also - and especially in this period that are looking for a new pair of shoes - a nice shoe store and we went inside. In Actually it was not provided as it looked from outside, in fact it was rather monotonous - it is increasingly difficult nowadays to find beautiful and original shoes, the same old smears heeled ugly and repetitive - how the customers who wandered . Then a girl has particularly attracted my attention ... was a sort of blimp or similar and it was there that she felt like her shoes trivial. At one point a sudden sentence given to contract: "I would like to make is that the designer with this physical can not!" Me and my friend is completely bleached, we remain innorridite. Do not believe we need to attend an art school in order to understand the difference between model and fashion designer. (Of course even a stlista should be possible, so exuberant and eccentric with a physical rather than online, but is not a written rule: Do not deal with is that if an entire apartment with only your ass can not design clothes!)
So we see every day retreat to a more progressive cerebral ... Why? Why do we allow this to happen?
And to think that just yesterday the room Murat was an exhibition on the proposed projects that would make possible in Bari: mega auditorium, lecture halls and all other beautiful places design that brings us back almost all the museums, salt and wonders around the world! But where? In Bari, where there is not even the right to receive these ores popalazione structures (and in brackets tell me with what money would do it, if you spend all those jerks who seem like much to Bari)? Culture
here? Ahahahahahaha is that this is a beautiful wrought!
Yesterday, as I usually do every Saturday night, I was around town with my friend. Bari offers much that is not for walking - with some interesting destination - infuse the stages are always the same. Same roads, same stores (same faces!), But despite this I like to groom a bit 'around. I like to go in search of new places, pubs , local culture, music stores, restaurants
So I was around as usual and not only managed to find an interesting fabric store, I found also - and especially in this period that are looking for a new pair of shoes - a nice shoe store and we went inside. In Actually it was not provided as it looked from outside, in fact it was rather monotonous - it is increasingly difficult nowadays to find beautiful and original shoes, the same old smears heeled ugly and repetitive - how the customers who wandered . Then a girl has particularly attracted my attention ... was a sort of blimp or similar and it was there that she felt like her shoes trivial. At one point a sudden sentence given to contract: "I would like to make is that the designer with this physical can not!" Me and my friend is completely bleached, we remain innorridite. Do not believe we need to attend an art school in order to understand the difference between model and fashion designer. (Of course even a stlista should be possible, so exuberant and eccentric with a physical rather than online, but is not a written rule: Do not deal with is that if an entire apartment with only your ass can not design clothes!)
So we see every day retreat to a more progressive cerebral ... Why? Why do we allow this to happen?
And to think that just yesterday the room Murat was an exhibition on the proposed projects that would make possible in Bari: mega auditorium, lecture halls and all other beautiful places design that brings us back almost all the museums, salt and wonders around the world! But where? In Bari, where there is not even the right to receive these ores popalazione structures (and in brackets tell me with what money would do it, if you spend all those jerks who seem like much to Bari)? Culture
here? Ahahahahahaha is that this is a beautiful wrought!
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Alotta Fagina Fake Boobs
Davastamento cerebral nostalgic and destructive misconduct. Introduce
E so, come to the point, think.
Written February 7, 2010
Devastated, disorientation.
E so, come to the point, think.
And you know, then maybe eventually go ahead anyway.
make it. But unlike
(and even you realize, that the continuity
corroded the tem bit tedious)
and then try to remember.
The good times will rewrite the future, slowly.
And remember that at the devastation - you disoriented -
isolated accompanied you. Maybe it's still here
hidden behind a laborious hand you do not control.
And maybe you're just there and you know that ... by ... make it. Kit
the road, other than the street.
But you get the source Sprig of
now is putting the roots in you,
comprommette your soul. And think.
A response to your hidden captures the gesture I
to your person. and perhaps understand. What ever know?
If you think about the feeling more and more discarded
and do not know if nenache minds. To yourself.
And think again. And to consider, while your mind stirs memories.
think - is this possible? - Your mind. Perhaps the mind.
And think - Am I? - Sad. And among the
rovelli ravaging ever get
'll be making the female brain?
make it. But unlike
(and even you realize, that the continuity
corroded the tem bit tedious)
and then try to remember.
The good times will rewrite the future, slowly.
And remember that at the devastation - you disoriented -
isolated accompanied you. Maybe it's still here
hidden behind a laborious hand you do not control.
And maybe you're just there and you know that ... by ... make it. Kit
the road, other than the street.
But you get the source Sprig of
now is putting the roots in you,
comprommette your soul. And think.
A response to your hidden captures the gesture I
to your person. and perhaps understand. What ever know?
If you think about the feeling more and more discarded
and do not know if nenache minds. To yourself.
And think again. And to consider, while your mind stirs memories.
think - is this possible? - Your mind. Perhaps the mind.
And think - Am I? - Sad. And among the
rovelli ravaging ever get
'll be making the female brain?
Should I Paint Over Drylok
welcome Dear Readers, I decided to start this blog to transmit to posterity some of my life, ie a bit of short stories, some of my delusions, a bit 'of everything. Not to mention the poems that I write often, so what better way to share with the world? Here I am, then I terminal on one of the many electronic journals to write and converse with you. We begin with the present.
Telling a life, a person, his habits and different is not something to be done in two lines, however, tell just a bit 'of themselves can not hurt. I have many passions, many have gained in recent times, others live in me a lot longer. I'm an artist, I write and paint more I can, but also design all the time. Design of all: what goes through my mind, cartoons, comic books, inventions, sometimes even clothes! I've always had this habit for artistic subjects. I remember when I went to middle school ... a bunch of sheep! No one knew neither draw nor deal with art (it was already so if they knew scrivacchiare, let alone now interested in art!), I was truly a rare talent, but this was not always understood mainly in Italian. I love crazy literature, is all you need to understand the current (and more), then the reading is always was unbeatable, but the teacher that I had taken a dislike to me (maybe because I was too clever for her) and then here I wanted to make the shape of the landslide in Italian. Maybe with regard to the story (which at that time I hated literally) could be well be right, but not in literature! Conclusion of the story is now attending art school and have the praise I deserve. Since then the professor came into class. M. Italian study has never been so much fun. Certainly here in Italian in high school I have seen all the colors! Plunging briefly in my childhood, the situation is not so strange if you think that I spent my earliest years in a village to put it mildly disgusting. I mention this because it is really horrible, and because after the experiences he had as a child I was deeply frightened. Bari is already making her evil, but does not reach all the degradation of that village. Thank goodness my birthplace is Bari (at least this one!). And penasre however, that in that same school was what became a few years after the artistic, my best friend! She also has another cool head, is a wizards! Now it is quiet ferrara to study architecture. Lucky you! From my family is not the same thing, is not the same thought. Maybe in a few years could reach the faculty of design, but for me it is not easy. Remains more a fantasy than a reality. But back to my passions, as I said I love literature, so there is also the probability that takes letters! We'll see when it's time. Meanwhile, I have great interest in theater and music. Particularly appeal to me all the stories around the punk, the Sex Pistols, and all the bedlam that there was in those years. So I read, read so much and often on these topics. As for me just, I can easily say that I follow only what goes through my head, I have my ideas and never follow the herd (how horrible!). They are often very serious, but not all. They are lonely, a bit apathetic, and sometimes cold (a little 'just apparently) hate relationship and I hate the sickly sweet love (which are always things a little abstract, from thirteen in heat). I have great confidence in writing and poetry, I think they are the finest instruments in the hands of man, so here I'd like to write a book or maybe more (maybe just in poetry), and obtain a personal art exhibition, and I'd also like to do theater.
Ah! I do not believe much in friendship, because there are no due exceptions belonging.
And now, [or cracked have fun ...] Cit. JL
Monday, July 5, 2010
How Do I Unremove Something On Facebook?
Yoshi!! Not really ..
Finally exams are over! ! Now begins the summer panic .... ........ ......... really ..... no seriously
Here are the reasons why I am cool to hate the summer:
1) It's hot ... hot immensely;
2) Where to me want to work in May when June comes the desire vanishes because mother pushing to deliver curriculum cursed that no one will take into consideration;
3) Because of my travels to lose the will to deliver curriculum do and gotten scolded by mommy dear to me threatening to take me to Jesolo (since I hate most in the world);
4) on weekends when I just want to watch TV or some souls in peace and are regularly invited by Simo at lake (and there's no excuses) to sunburn and bored as a snake in winter;
5) When the night I feel like there's no one from a gelatin invite (Bono is out of question ..)
So what to say ....... I'm looking forward to reinitiate courses ...
Who do I ever read
お 休み \u0026lt;3
Finally exams are over! ! Now begins the summer panic .... ........ ......... really ..... no seriously
Here are the reasons why I am cool to hate the summer:
1) It's hot ... hot immensely;
2) Where to me want to work in May when June comes the desire vanishes because mother pushing to deliver curriculum cursed that no one will take into consideration;
3) Because of my travels to lose the will to deliver curriculum do and gotten scolded by mommy dear to me threatening to take me to Jesolo (since I hate most in the world);
4) on weekends when I just want to watch TV or some souls in peace and are regularly invited by Simo at lake (and there's no excuses) to sunburn and bored as a snake in winter;
5) When the night I feel like there's no one from a gelatin invite (Bono is out of question ..)
So what to say ....... I'm looking forward to reinitiate courses ...
Who do I ever read
お 休み \u0026lt;3
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