Tuesday, March 30, 2010

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The sadness will always triumph

Sunday and Monday, even as part of Saturday, the costs have to do the searching.

Not that I mind, rather than the fact that the Veneto has been submitted to a vote only 60% of voters (thus nothing to do with the tellers) are also quite happy to do it, I seem to do anything useful for my country, not that some kind of difficulty or serve special skills to do it, but rather than doing nothing ...

It's victory was written Zaia think of it, and then in the end I have not even done too case, I was disheartened when he entered the counting to make the list representative of the PD: it could be my grandfather, or almost. Not that it was a bad person, or incompetent, but for goodness sake ... you know ... did not believe it himself. I mean is that you do not cheer for every vote you take or attempt to gain even those doubts at all costs, but at least defend your own, put the grit, passion ... it seemed that he expected the defeat, it was just come to formalize it. How sad.
Then today I was a bit 'again because I was happy that a city "cultured," so highly artistic and symbolic as Venice did not fall into the hands of the kind of evil dwarf that of the above features do not I even have one. But obviously we can no longer enjoy in this country because obviously in most regions, however, has won the xenophobia and ignorance (and PDL respectively league if he did not understand) but I expected this, not a nightmare from which we wakes up like that, overnight, this is what I was demoralized here precisely under "Elected constituency lists" in the 12 ° line. If you counted correctly you can read the offending name. What the ignorant son of a mediocre political and devoid of any kind of cultural pride and personal reward in full of hate, fear, hypocrisy, and of course, money and power (because if you do not know these things now, in Italy, go hand in hand). Son who needed three years and three different set, of which two individuals, to achieve the exams, and now has in his hands an opportunity that I very much doubt I will ever have. How sad.

In this post I really wanted to write about things as diverse as it was nice to find other guys with a certain culture and interest in politics and not only of how beautiful it was to discuss with those who already worked there for a while, what was out of place in this mechanism and what is not, in short, things were less colorful politics. Rather less dirty politics, but now I'm too sad to talk about something else.

Thursday, March 18, 2010

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game without rules.

There are fights that are longer and battles that end up before starting.
There are hidden thoughts and words from the seductive taste of confusion.
There is the appeal of the fire and the risk of burning.
there that proves the authenticity and hidden behind a smile.
Among the taste of new discoveries and .. You wish to try ..
good and bad times to fight on equal terms, without consequences ..
in the limbo of feelings .. spontaneity, desire, action, danger, instinct ..
make the difference and the "specialty" of things.
The good player does not show his cards, says
not know how to play ...
... WINS.

Charriol Rings Philippines Branch

The silence and the light ..

Sometimes you think you have always stubbornly damn reason.
But one lives in the clashes, conflicts, confrontations .. there are always a thousand points of view and feelings.
Think through the eyes of your opponent and you'll be just his mirror.
.. Everything that you do not understand is that it is wrong .. but all that does not stimulate the desire to understand something is definitely wrong.
What may seem unnecessary or too little .. too ..
other side can be a breath of life because they are not only big movements to generate puffs of wind that breezes give smiles and serenity ..
people who love you always come out of nowhere .. just when you need it without asking ..
and unfortunately or fortunately not necessarily be those who imagine or want more.

I think ..
that .. when you get to try out the various colors that life can give you .. then you realize that in the end, there are different types of love. but only one.
and is unconditional.
.. no rationality, logic, pride, prejudice, is the guide of the mind and will always triumph in any battle, even if this continues for a time limit never identified.
Its Presence at onset or end .. .. binds people together inextricably linked with bridges of love and true understanding.
Everything Else that there is always something about sin .. too weak or superficial.
__ __ __
I understand that ..
The moments are caught up in their finest hour. Always.
There are moments of joy, wonder, adventure, tears, that every living heart wants to share.
.. and there are grievances, questions, questions that sooner or later why do not you forget everything when they occur have the right maturity .. and only one who sees beyond the things that they can understand what is right to be forgiven and stored away.

can be "self- "To all of your reflection .. also .. but it is only with the person you love that you will always and inevitably different.
... you can be .. can do .. think you can judge .. .. dreaming
e.. .. do .. write fight e.. .. wait .. stand still
can decide where to go .. but never decide the exact point where stop .. because when you run with emotion .. just want to continue to do so faster and faster ..
beauty .. and maybe this is it.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

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Swords clashing

was from two months waiting for this day, usually are not as fanatic, but in recent days I really got the craving. E 'release Bleach 39 today.

Although I hate absolutism Bleach is definitely one of my favorite manga, not that I read a huge, but this was love at first sight.
Some time ago I would probably have slaughtered anyone who dared to advance criticism of this comic, because I really can not had, now reading and rereading it really catches your eye a few small cracks, as the repetitiveness of the main plot, which winds around forever a companion to be saved from the evil on duty, or the balance of power that make it hard to believe, but I remain firmly convinced that these are not sufficient to disrupt all the work, which is overall excellent.

addition to the design, which in my humble opinion is really excellent, clean and accurate (a bit 'edgy perhaps in the earlier volumes), which creates characters almost always very deep and charismatic, as well as truly beautiful, the thing that made me most fall in love with those little details are absolutely wonderful, inserting here and there. For example I love when she was appointed a new zapakuto, because the names that drive me crazy, or even when they recite the spells. Then there are just so many characters and so well defined that it is impossible not to have at least two or three of the favorites, and never know which to choose. In addition, the plots and innuendo I bring an uncontrollable frenzy on him. For example when you are curious to learn more about the past from the shinigami Kurosaki Isshin.

Anyway back to number 39 I was just glad it was what I expected, lots of good fights with so many beautiful new powers. I can not wait to see it in action Kyoraku, is a character that I always liked a lot, also including the opponent of Hitsugaya I like a casino (except for those tits disproportionate. Kubo is a bit 'fanatical about what I think ) as he, even if it is an interesting character and has a beautiful bankai is starting on my nerves. Could it be that whenever you pulls out saved by divine grace? While absurd Soi Fon fights Shikai with a simple yet powerful ... is the imbalance of power mentioned earlier. Soi Fon has already, I'm not too excited but I have it as a character in sympathy because I have the same adoration for Yoruichi ^ ^


PS: when you read you realize that this post is yesterday. I could not write it before, there seemed to be a curse, jump between the current and reboot Oo

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

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The breath of the giant

Yesterday, today and probably tomorrow, out of the house breathes an incredible wind.

It 's great. When I see the street trees that bend, the street lamps that cast shadows of light shadows dancing, the plates of the billboards that send sounds sinister as the wind distorts the sound of things upside down and drag away. And then the most wonderful of all is the image of the dry leaves swirling in the air, among the people go by. It looks like a child who enjoys playing with things in his way. And I like to play with him, when you face the challenge of whipping, or when trying to block your hand in the air I always tear a smile.

And then there's something wild and untamed in him who gives me the chills. When uprooted trees, broken the lights and uncover the houses shouting angrily. It seems the voice of the Earth, who wakes up angry and reminds us that we, men, now that we have become the Lord Almighty, we are not that fleas that she has allowed to live, its just a yawn can cause us to plunge into chaos. But we are too distracted and not hear about it.

I love the wind.

Even if you can not grab

but only hear,

even if you can not follow

only see through,

even if you take something

but then you return it.

Indeed,

precisely why I love him.