Thursday, September 30, 2010
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
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Child's play
The children's games always leave a sour taste in the memories ...
My favorite was He-man ... remember that?
Strong, flexible and with many accessories, even then I began to understand that the options are actually marketing tools to entice them to spend more! For the nostalgic
of He-man I found out through Innocent Lies that in 2011 there will be a reboot of the famous character of the '80s.
We just have to wait.
** image of He-Man by Innocent Lies 
The children's games always leave a sour taste in the memories ...
My favorite was He-man ... remember that?
Strong, flexible and with many accessories, even then I began to understand that the options are actually marketing tools to entice them to spend more! For the nostalgic
of He-man I found out through Innocent Lies that in 2011 there will be a reboot of the famous character of the '80s.
We just have to wait.
** image of He-Man by Innocent Lies
Monday, September 27, 2010
Read Free Power Rangers Yaoi Manga
Learning to fly ...
Quadrum of quadruped very large, perhaps the wheel,
given its rapid shifts.
Its wingspan, not easy to measure, on average you
at around 600 km. The average is required by the fact that this
creature does not seem to have a fixed size, and even
variable function of time and its growth or maturation, as
other, more common, earthly creatures. Its size varies
function of variables that the creature itself is reluctant to advertise
and that make it particularly difficult to study.
What has seemed to sense in-depth research is that it seems
that his mood is inversely proportional to its extension.
When is very small seems to be very happy. It almost seems that in
collection position it also collects his energies almost to
shine on his own as any star in the firmament. In addition, small
attitude is often taken in a horizontal position while emitting sounds
not always intelligible.
In order extended up to 600 km and beyond, in spite of the power that
such an extension would indicate, a little depressed and spends
much energy (and a lot of money) just to be able to make simple
decisions about his immediate future.
From these considerations it seems that some scholars have taken
overriding inspiration for the lack of scientific interest because of its
low level of development, as well as its inevitable and imminent
extinction (which is in front to which the creature is said to have reacted
touching his balls, well recognizable and noble bill,
with all four hands)
Other scholars instead suspend the proceedings and continue to study
the creature, sure that will be reserved big surprises.
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Incipit of the blog
This blog is whatever support the construction of my first book .
The reason is that the publication of the book or not will depend on many factors.
A book that does be different, on his way to interact with the reader, will have supporters and people interested in reading it.
This blog will be pinned my thoughts when writing the first draft.
ask suggestions and I will try to gather information around the world of advertising from the 80s until now.
As has become over the years and how it is lived today the profession of advertising.
Day.
It was a long time I wanted to write a book. The problem is always finding time to write.
During this time, fortunately (or unfortunately) I'm not working, I thought then created me a commitment to "working": start writing a book.
The book was created with the purpose to capture the mood than thirty years of generational change. Because we lived the role of advertising as a myth ?
What makes this our desire?
all for now.
The title you have it already. The contents of the intravedrete through my writings and thoughts that I will try to put questions.
Day by day will clip the time to write, build the web presence of the book and talk with those cha want to get updates.
I do not know how it will end This "journey" but I know where I'm leaving and this is already the beginning.
you soon! 
This blog is whatever support the construction of my first book .
The reason is that the publication of the book or not will depend on many factors.
A book that does be different, on his way to interact with the reader, will have supporters and people interested in reading it.
This blog will be pinned my thoughts when writing the first draft.
ask suggestions and I will try to gather information around the world of advertising from the 80s until now.
As has become over the years and how it is lived today the profession of advertising.
Day.
It was a long time I wanted to write a book. The problem is always finding time to write.
During this time, fortunately (or unfortunately) I'm not working, I thought then created me a commitment to "working": start writing a book.
The book was created with the purpose to capture the mood than thirty years of generational change. Because we lived the role of advertising as a myth ?
What makes this our desire?
all for now.
The title you have it already. The contents of the intravedrete through my writings and thoughts that I will try to put questions.
Day by day will clip the time to write, build the web presence of the book and talk with those cha want to get updates.
I do not know how it will end This "journey" but I know where I'm leaving and this is already the beginning.
you soon!
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Friday, September 17, 2010
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Scene I - brightly lit interior (it is night)
For Insomnia is the space of a thought, you had a whole night to watch without being seen or heard from anyone guess.
Away from the bed which had linked to the mind but not the body, watched from a window to a different route than usual.
He could not clearly sees the reasons but the one before him was the perfect reproduction of his way home with something they did not know the house.
The lamp that lit the corner was turned off.
But this was not a thousand other nights he had seen, AWOL, refuse to give light.
I do not remember - in fact - but she was sure. Elsewhere
heard a child crying, the cars go slower, other men - they do not feel physically, but they clearly sensed - think. As you
.
Suns.
a window.
What he left behind was the total of a life spent without ever looking to take care of all details.
And on that thought he could well understand why he began to undress.
It starts from within, from below, hidden from, from within, by the staff.
file away the thoughts of garments - I think - should I stay naked.
The emotion you feel whenever you is naked is disappointing and sensational.
move by the fabric and what remains is only skin, body only, and is not naked, never fully nude.
hair, moles, creases and wrinkles that speak ... and still speak of your life, come down and get on your food, sweat and disease.
Yet all that air in contact ...
elsewhere - but where? Unlike
- Yes, but how?
And you got to do that?
How are you naked?
How am I naked? Look
is simple at times, I say look within. Look
is simple at times, to recognize what I meant.
Oh yes .... there you touch my breath so many times not understand if this is true
so sincere emotion, is ours, is alive, is real.
"Some people say I'm too nervous to learn how to be myself without hurting myself."
"The truth - he thought - is not that lamp that makes a difference but this one is no longer my home ..."
Elsewhere ... meanwhile someone was smoking.
I felt a deep draw, laugh that little light-hearted, those seeking out
out on their own means
a solution.
lit a cigarette, he did it every time you surprised to swear that he would never most affected and then smiled a
yes, even the lamp off ...
... as if he understood the words.
(song of the July 15, 2010.) 
For Insomnia is the space of a thought, you had a whole night to watch without being seen or heard from anyone guess.
Away from the bed which had linked to the mind but not the body, watched from a window to a different route than usual.
He could not clearly sees the reasons but the one before him was the perfect reproduction of his way home with something they did not know the house.
The lamp that lit the corner was turned off.
But this was not a thousand other nights he had seen, AWOL, refuse to give light.
I do not remember - in fact - but she was sure. Elsewhere
heard a child crying, the cars go slower, other men - they do not feel physically, but they clearly sensed - think. As you
.
Suns.
a window.
What he left behind was the total of a life spent without ever looking to take care of all details.
And on that thought he could well understand why he began to undress.
It starts from within, from below, hidden from, from within, by the staff.
file away the thoughts of garments - I think - should I stay naked.
The emotion you feel whenever you is naked is disappointing and sensational.
move by the fabric and what remains is only skin, body only, and is not naked, never fully nude.
hair, moles, creases and wrinkles that speak ... and still speak of your life, come down and get on your food, sweat and disease.
Yet all that air in contact ...
elsewhere - but where? Unlike
- Yes, but how?
And you got to do that?
How are you naked?
How am I naked? Look
is simple at times, I say look within. Look
is simple at times, to recognize what I meant.
Oh yes .... there you touch my breath so many times not understand if this is true
so sincere emotion, is ours, is alive, is real.
"Some people say I'm too nervous to learn how to be myself without hurting myself."
"The truth - he thought - is not that lamp that makes a difference but this one is no longer my home ..."
Elsewhere ... meanwhile someone was smoking.
I felt a deep draw, laugh that little light-hearted, those seeking out
out on their own means
a solution.
lit a cigarette, he did it every time you surprised to swear that he would never most affected and then smiled a
yes, even the lamp off ...
... as if he understood the words.
(song of the July 15, 2010.)
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
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Lying at any time in life. I said it all. (May 1, 2010 approximately 23 h) Intellectual Wandering
It always ends like this.
With the kids crying and the mothers who cry and look up to heaven
"it takes patience and if you have forgotten that" do it! Is beautiful! "
It always ends like this.
What are the husbands, in a corner, watching the others and their wives who make false
had not seen him "that it takes a very patient and did not wait longer able to remember that before they were to be watched
It always ends like this. What
while wherever there are people who fall in love just happens to us to meet those who stop loving
and is always alone, "it takes a very patient," who can not ever remember him in that time is always so
ending.
It always ends like this. 
(F. To my friend and my skin is too hot)
It always ends like this.
With the kids crying and the mothers who cry and look up to heaven
"it takes patience and if you have forgotten that" do it! Is beautiful! "
It always ends like this.
What are the husbands, in a corner, watching the others and their wives who make false
had not seen him "that it takes a very patient and did not wait longer able to remember that before they were to be watched
It always ends like this. What
while wherever there are people who fall in love just happens to us to meet those who stop loving
and is always alone, "it takes a very patient," who can not ever remember him in that time is always so
ending.
It always ends like this.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Many Calories Lasagne
. From Tuesday to Sunday ...
Tuesday is the day that women are never totally alone.
Dedicated to the research question if the answer is that weighs on the heart.
squeezed between days free to anyone, pilates classes to someone else and the fear that
late night arrivals a day. Equal. Again. The
strangled in the crib want to go to sleep, that since the sun goes down - even on Sunday and Tuesday - we do find
awake, ready, wide-eyed and tired, hoping for news that never comes.
0 to 10 and then again.
A good game for all the losers.
And in an effort to tap that of 11 unit waiting for me ... the new Tuesday and Sunday I try to live a less liquid, less hot and sandy, less ready to sweat his dissatisfaction at the pace of a sound that never comes, or almost ...
Yes, because there Sunday and Sunday ...
And there are songs that they played only for me and the sea this summer
sounds perfect which is nice to make love in the waves
and racing fades into a solitude that you hope could take you forever
that you no longer want to go back
not want to let them convince you to smile, speak and think
Belle
when the waves take you away
with your music that shakes the sky
much better
And then you go back on the catwalk and
you back to life
then you wonder if there is
at that passage in the middle
and in all that you feel during your trip
sense that your escape route to the sea to go back again
once dry ...
with others.
with everyone else.
Tuesday to Sunday.
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Mera Naam Jokar, Movie, Simi Garewal
first date.
Who had to tell me that to live life in a celebration of 18 years had to have 31?
I learned a few things.
but I imaparate well.
Will and Duty
There are trustworthy people
Who asks you if you want to eat you alive
An argument at a time, please.
Honor Father, Mother and holidays.
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