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I have so many lovely options to replace coffee and I like Them All: Peppermint tea, Ovaltine (Which has the added bonus of Being funny, as it always used to be a child's cocoa drink , INSTEAD now it has Become Barley coffee. Fruity tea, regular Earl Grey tea. And yet, in the end, and my kettle Despi starting to make the water taste like heated steel, I still must have my coffee with my laptop.

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morning I heard this music, as if in a trance and I started to think of you. I do not like to go more 'a few days without it you think, but more so, in the background, quietly. Then maybe go any excuse, which can 'be such a little' English guitar, and here's my heart, my soul, you want to disconnect from me and go shoot at you, to the rhythm of flamenco. Running with the wind from the east, towards you. My soul will claim at full voice, with all his might, and the thought of not viverti, not to immerse myself in you, not to see your people walking your hills on fire, your nights at sea, your squares and your people proud, I am evil, 'a full malaise, a painful feeling of emptiness, lack crowds. The circumstances do not allow me viverti as I would like, or viverti at all. You're just a thought, a memory, but enough two notes and that's becoming a huge voracious regret that swallows everything around it ...
Do not say goodbye, 'as thou wast never could when I was still able to dance the flamenco, when I could still stay up all night and dance around a campfire with guitars and dancing and clapping.
Spain, beautiful, cheerful, yellow and red, sun and sea, music and passion, agony and tears and transport, I miss you and can not be mad 'have you ever, ever as I could, and you'll be one of the most mei' great regret .

But you can not 'never know, maybe one day I will be' an old lady that warms the bones in his front yard full of flowers, with Levante that breaks down the white hair, and I'll ' barefoot, and hit 'my tiles, chosen by me, and I'll' around my friends who laugh and tell their children and their grandchildren, who departed on the road and who knows' where on earth will be gone, and out dall'Andalucia what else we can 'be, and' all over 'quiet, more' sad, but in the meantime we'll drink and laugh at the pole and I look at 'the sun set on fire to the mountain and tell' to myself, "But in fact, what else c ' and 'out dall'Andalucia? ". Then I will rise 'to pick up the phone and that is that my children will find us, and he will have' finished his last mural, just in time for the room's daughter Margherita. Who knows'. First

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My Ode to Spain after the Santa Valentina

beautiful Valentine greetings to the other that I read.
Valentine 's always been a day boh. E 'in vogue and say' bullshit commercial and 'in vogue even say that it is not' fair to single. Mah
I think the business we do. just like Christmas. / It's up to us to decide how we want to live. I really Christmas this year I lived with loved ones exchanging affection and cuddles. If you are unable to do so for any reason, ok no big deal, well, everyone does what he wants. Ditto for Valentine's Day: I do not care how much you can market to the masses. I do not have mass and therefore I feel it as I please. When I was single I am glad I gave joy making me crazy to make thousands of wishes from all (because it 's my name-day) and take a world of kisses doing the coquette. I enjoyed it a lot. During the years when I was single I allowed myself unhappy ice cream, and a good movie, 'cause even plunge into sadness and at times in self and' nice!
When I was with someone on Valentine's Day and overdriven, and it was very easy to be overdriven, the first questions I asked myself on what he felt for me, archetype was not because 'it was Valentine's Day, but because' if you know me and be with me and ignore or make me live evil valentine, it means you might not know me so well.
Eunice L ch and I experienced bad times were, paradoxically, when I was with someone. 'Cause there never pecked, or thinking that brought me some shit that mattered, but without the feeling behind you know that I care.
Or (and here came the irrationality 'Our typical female) I ardently wanted him to do "that" thing that I mentioned so many times and he made her ovviament enon.
Or, and here was serious, I said but valentines and 'commercial bullshit.
my darling, tell your friends as well, but NEVER say to your girlfriend. 'cause underneath it all like a day when they want to be pamper, pampered and treated like princesses.
Not to mention that on Valentine's Day should celebrate too. Oh no, come on, and Valentine's Day 'for women! or otherwise for the romantic partner of the couple, whether gay.
But I think again this year.
This year I wanted (a way mine, then I will 'definitely awkward and do not take us' for sure, but thought there ') only think of him, at least I would mention it but in reality' this year counts for little. This year I take this opportunity to thank him that I was close, very special one to be special, so they are working to bring the warmth of being one that has now been able to contradict the mathematical certainties of uselessness' to find me "good one" . "What good," I saw it with others. 'Cause they deserve it. Now I deserve it too, and this fills me with joy.

But in reality 'my favorite Valentine's Day even if one day in advance and' this, a continuation from the post of romantic oracolodeifont .
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Because you see, once you start writing randomly then things just flow out. Like I’ve been reading “ The end of Mr Y .”, generously donated by my favourite book dealer, T. D., and (bless him) he says he loves the main character and I think hmmm no thanks, I have BEEN her for so bloody long I can barely stand the sight (or read) of her now!
But of course yes, I do relate and I do understand and yet her thoughts in the book are a little too coherent and on a level to justify the emotions she claims to have, that, I think, is the only artifice, but hey, who am I to judge. The book is brilliant and so well researched and just so easily drifts along trains of thoughts and emotions and philosphies and yet if you stop for a miute and think about it you realise that the author actually had so much knowledge in order to be able to write it with so much apparent ease. And that’s where I see how I could never write a book the way I’d like to: you do need to know what the hell you’re writing about, unfortunately. I suppose that’s why many people write total fantasy.
I also have to thank gionni so so much for Hyperion: he recommended it to me ages ago, and I never got the chance to thank him. Unfortunately I know he doesn’t read English so much so I suppose I’m going to have to translate this post at least., at some point.
So there you go, thank you gionni for that wonderful book, the first one I read and was left so disappointed at the end, I was like what!? I read about all these people and now it comes to the climax and… it ends???? But fortunately then I saw that of course there was The fall of Hyperion and then the book changes totally, it becomes faster and even more intriguing and it makes you wonder about life and yes, GOD, and yet is so deliciously sciencefictiony and even funny and scary too. Loved it. So thank you, and I will also soon be getting Endymion too.

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Cubierta @ 2009-01-15T09: 15:00

Quote this here, not to forget.
Along with an aphorism.

"All this talk on adaptability to change are not only stupid but dangerous. The only way to manage change is to create it in first person "

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missing the € 120 credit on more than one third of the cards distributed to citizens
The big joke of social card
One in three is no money to
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The great hoax of the social card One in three is no money

Minister Giulio Tremonti
ROME - It is said to die of shame. "I had the Dixan in hand, like a pound of barley and a can of tuna, but I had a premonition: you want to see that does not work? So I took the card and I asked the clerk to type in the numbers, I do not see well. It was not loaded. I had the tight money in the other hand, have all been counted, and I have given them to him and so it ended. I have not used ". Maria Pia, 67, fled away from the supermarket in Viareggio flushed, and luckily there was nobody in line. However, in the supermarket there will return more.

badges Tremonti is a beautiful serene blue. As the sky Forza Italy, what it once was. A flag waved crosses from left to right and it seems the trail of the legendary arrows. "It 'anonymous course not to be embarrassing," said Silvio Berlusconi the day of the year of € 40 per month to the needy in Italy.

anonymous. In fact yesterday, SMA supermarket in Rome, whether busy at the cash, old man in a row: "He has the case for social card?". This is no dry and resentful. "Excuse me, but it was to figure out how to pay."
Lusy Montemarian did not pay, even broke into tears when they communicated, how does the doctor to the family of a spouse dying, who had made it. A plant collected from a microcamera of "Mi manda Raitre" and joined other compassionate cases. A brick on the other, and more. In the end he builds this incredible wall of shame across the peninsula and stabs without guilt.

The Social Card, Mastercard circuit. The protagonists of a fairy tale. One swipe and go. The pensioner poverty that the cashier at the bakery, as the woman's chic Via Condotti, opens the bag, do not touch dirty money, but off his credit card. A second magnetic. If the paper is full. If it's empty - and so are one third of the approximately 500 000 spread - the pensioner must return the bread and pick public humiliation.

was June 19, it was summer, and the Minister Giulio Tremonti announced an old news: the credit card for the poor. Old because he had thought Vincenzo Visco, over 97: Discounts on expenses, rents, basic necessities. Old because he had appreciated Ermanno Gorrieri, partisan commander, founder of the Christian Social movement. Gorrieri died in 2004. In 2008, Tremonti to attend and present the turning point: a maneuver 450 million €, 200 seats Eni, Enel 50, others from Robin Tax. Remove from the rich, give to the poor: 40 euro per month, € 80 accredited every two months. For a whole year. Four months of ads, tight organization. Ready. It starts on December 1. Warning: those who maintain 15 000 €, the bank or the post office, retired or unemployed, is not entitled to the credit card of the state. I

520,000 in December to ask the social card, pensioners with income from 6000 € to 8000, elderly couples, families with dependent children, no more than three years, however. With only one house property, a car and a user active electrical. Standing in line for hours before the 9 thousand post offices. Because those who complete their files by December 31, he was entitled to € 120 (October, November and December in fact) to start. A race to nowhere. Why December 30, Christmas with optimism, INPS - which was to ascertain the income - stated that 330,000 cards have been charged. The others were empty.

Thousands of Italians gathered in a fake hand. A blue paper, plastic, with a magnetic back, the number, the yellow and red logo of Mastercard. Fine, indeed. E value: it is estimated cost at least 50 cents each, plus 1 € for the bi-monthly charge, plus 2 percent for the costs of the banking system. One joke 8 million and 500 thousand euro, in full swing. A lottery for half a million Italians who, just in front of the cashier and the clerk will know if his ration card is good or is it a twist of fate, if you can afford to go shopping or to announce its poverty ; at all. Two hundred thousand cards

discovered wandering in the pocket of his pocket, suspended or rejected. Two hundred thousand Italians, perhaps more, have the unconditional use. Some (few) know it. Others, many others who do not know, they face the disaster.

It takes the method to design such a long and futile effort. Front row: get certify poverty, absolute disgrace. Six thousand euro per year. In a row, of course, for having it confirmed by the patronage of the desired poverty. Then the INPS, the Post Office, still in line, always the same. Finally, courage, go to the supermarket and show it this cursed poverty. And then, two hundred times so far, see shameless: "The card is not charged." But he has read that right?

For the social card is a poor man hospitalized in Catania (sedated) in hospital following a furious fight, says a dispatch from ANSA on January 3 last year, generated "from the discussion to obtain the Social card ". John Spatola, painter of 47 years, he is confessing to police that he smashed the skull of acquaintance with a spanner. Which of the two was to get the social card? A boom in Verona withdrawals. The figure, reported the direction of the Post Office, is related to the presence of many religious institutions in place. Three hundred monks and nuns have been presented for payment. Have-nots. So they could. A Castelletto di Brenzone, a tiny village on Lake Garda, they were bestowed more than fifty. Why? There is situated the establishment of the Little Sisters of the Holy Family. Amen.

"distress and humiliation of all kinds. Accreditategli these blessed forty € pensions, so you also save money, "he advised the House yesterday, Pierluigi Bersani, the Minister of Economy. "It 's the scam of the century, a flop, the biggest bluff Tremonti" says Franco Laratta, the Calabrian deputy of the Democratic Party while collecting signatures for an urgent agony of this card early on bright blue, very patriotic with that bundle flag.

(January 15, 2009)