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last christmas

Last Post of 2010 .. nor is there to do this year's budget ... regardless of bad ... hopes for 2011? I do not even express, I could trouble the pictures astral


HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL
IO SARO 'IN LISBON ON 31, at least 4 days of vacation I will look!

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remember with pleasure when we were in so many around the table and discard the gifts .. it was beautiful ..

will be that all this is gone it makes me hate Christmas ...

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We lose the tears inside wells desires.

Blue Like the sea, like the night that covers every emotion.
tremble before crystal balls with the future of our past.
Imagining a road leading to the sea.
to shake and forget that there are other places.
beyond us.

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SAFE DRIVING FOR RECOGNIZING YOUR SAINTS * *

First, the first important memory that comes to mind, which has marked you, you like a little ' because it's cool or because it makes you feel the worst loser in the world, write it down. link it to a martyr and write it down.

Sure that's the patron saint number 1.

has run a dog approached me and brought me back.

I was 5 years.

so my Holy S. Francis.

No! The dog's name was Francis, who happens to be a beautiful name, is that Francis is the patron saint of animals.

Although I often feel in the heart of Mother Teresa of Calcutta, who s'incazza to death when it passes in these parts, I come from, the wretched Milan, appears in the Gospels but perhaps those in the second George.

is that part of me that wonders which way to turn that light up the candle and prays to the Virgin Mary in a more substantial salary.

who believes there are a thousand faiths, but the heaviest is the one leading to the finger. Where what counts is what you learn every day going forward, falling back into the underworld of compromise between the verses of the Divine Comedy, which is Beautiful but not your life.

Surely I will not die and rise again as Brooke Logan sixty times in one go.

But maybe I will die without having understood a lot, and still without a worthy epitaph, and will rise every day because I owe me.

Millions of times the Responsorial Psalm, Re-spon-ria-the-know .. that big word, manager, to reconcile with your conscience, if you have kept to the agreements made with the word yourself, even those who change from one day to 'another, what makes you a unique being.

Godfather A special guest at the baptism of itself.

with all the saints around round saying choose me! Pick me! Divine sponsoring their wares as if it were as essential as his daily bread, and making the sign of the cross when they discover, several years later, that the stern sweet, sweet is now writing this blasphemous and why not, some without any sense.

Too many ways the Lord has given me and now I get lost in the infinite.

you tell me that Leopardi was aware of? and before me? what an idiot I am! I had not yet grasped .. and he still had his Holy.

therefore choose a saint to whom you vote you, some decisions are essential in life you never know you could find a new package of prayer in churches, handwritten, and the next day is completely different, because there will be while certainties in life.

What s'amalgamino well with all the wisdom gained so far from our ancestors, which in turn kissed the cards of their favorite hero.

Crossing rivers carrying weights on their shoulders to view protected from St. Christopher and blessing them in God's name to each of them lit up the decisive step.

And for us that we have hundreds of roads, wisdom galore individual because it is a miracle to be able to hear us all together in this country made of old chairs attached to luciferiniane buttocks.

We Saint Lucia which asks us to keep our eyes open and not to deny our faith, whatever that is.

Amen.

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um lot is' I do not write that .. but as they say, life or the living or the tales ... at this time, I am dedicated to live

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Dry feelings as if they were in autumn puddles.

The handkerchief flapping sound of the wind to stir.

hot air of the summer away.

In the depths of the heart do not find comfort.

Everyday life breaks us in this immortal youth.

for us.

we'll never be old.