Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Best Foundation For Broken Veins

speaking ...



What about a year that is past?
What about its many events and many events that have happened. It would take too long try to summarize it all in these few lines. We have seen go up, then down the laurels, Barack Obama, we saw the terrible images of the collapse of the Eagle, we cried our dead and we buried them, we have witnessed the tragedy of Viareggio, we had the courage to stand up once more against terrorism and terror.
We have seen the deaths of our soldiers engaged in peacekeeping, we have seen political events culminating in a veritable catch fire and struggles, we heard the cry of the revolution in Iran, we tried to comfort the crying of children living in Gaza.
We went to celebrate the history of man, the man who pulls down the wall ... the one in Berlin, of course.
We had to suffer the consequences of the fall of an economy without rules and without even ethics. In this crack have seen companies that matter in the world. Emerging markets that set the rules for large brands and did the voice as a master in an increasingly broken into small pieces.
We have come to terms with the energy crisis and the need to find an alternative to our resources. We were dreaming that Copenhagen could give real answers to this climate change and instead led to a deal to be redone. We have seen the world devour the planet with fires, floods, eruptions and earthquakes. The 2009

speaking ....
goodbye ....

Saturday, December 26, 2009

Shower Rail For Corner Bath

Smokers Outside The Hospital Doors




What did I find under the tree?
I found a lot of things, but not one of those things that I want to talk.
at this time is a song I want and with whom you feel able to compare.
The song of the Editors, the English group, gender inde-rock, post-punk rock, alternative rock. Basically it is the group that introduced me to a very dear person to me, which then (all alone) I fell in love with time.
lyrics in question is terribly true, because it speaks of life. At the same time, however, to be very real bastard. Its title is "Smokers Outside the Hospital Doors," from the album "An End Has A Start", published on 25 June 2007. Here below report the translation of the text, because it is one of those texts that do not need comments. I only say that when I hear this song I think of words that preceded the news, coming from all corners of the planet where the planet and all met.

Pull the blindfold down so your eyes
because they can not see
hours to run as
hard as you can through this field of trees

of 'good-bye to everyone you know does not always

never see her again I can not shake this feeling that I

my hands are dirty, I've been in war?
the saddest thing I've ever seen
were smokers outside the hospital doors

someone turns around
be able to start?


as we can smile with our mouths shut?
why have you stopped singing

I can not shake this feeling that I

my hands are dirty, I've been in war?
the saddest thing that has
have ever seen Were smokers outside the hospital doors

someone turns around
be able to start?
now someone turns me around
we start this again?


we have all changed compared to what we were
our hearts have been broken and left to grind the floor


I can not believe you if I can not hear
I can not believe you if I can not hear

we have all changed
than what we were
our hearts have been broken and left to grind the floor


than we have all changed what we were
our hearts have been broken and left to
break in the floor

someone turns around
I can start again?
now someone turns me around
we start this again?


we be able to start? We will be able after this Christmas (new born) to look around and say that something has changed? And if we do not have those addresses? Which path should we take?
Editors, breaks down the nations composing the new world.

Spy Camera Da Spiaggia

Christmas

Relaxing is the obligation of these 3 holidays.
But surely our rest will not allow us not to write interesting pages.
's interest in all of us, because these pages are written for those who will read it with interest.
These days, I reflected on the meaning of freedom, but not as means but as a choice.
I thought when I was around the statue of my crib.
For a moment I thought about everyone I know, as if they were statues of the crib, to see where it would be better identified. Besides, the figures are added each year and add other pieces and the crib it is not so monotonous.
And why they say that Christmas is boring?
The tree and the nativity scene have now become routine ...
Once (in my family is still so ...) the construction of the tree and the crib was something that made the whole family together, because it was a time like others to explain to children what it was like Christmas for all ages meet, because he had given to us and everyone.
This year my Christmas is over the ocean.
We on the other side of the world with my brothers who live in centers when my uncle was the founder.
's Christmas for them ... and they need to see parents, siblings and cousins.
why we are there with them.
E 'come even Santa Claus. It did not come dressed normally, but came dressed in T-shirt and costume. Yes, because the other side you die from the heat. We are all a family together and have paid tribute to the life that has given hope to many children around the world and a new life for others.
Anyway Merry Christmas to all!

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Who Sang Win In The End

The Song of the Siren


I found the song of a siren.
He lives in a land that is on the border ...
between mountains and sea.
Between Heaven And finally ...
When I hear his breathing,
hear the waves crashing against the shores
of my thoughts. With eyes closed

seems to be rocked by a breathe of a siren,
one day become a woman. When
its banks meet with the land,
I want to touch me
from those sketches,
like caresses, they make me feel safe. Infinite
with his eyes peered at me,
me fall in love and then ...
me of that infinite light that I'll never know. It will cross
ever its barriers,
not let go ... but
contemplate the abyss of his world,
the sea.