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Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Pokemon Snap Good Rom Mac
Today I met three people ... You are invited
Today I met Jenny. Jenny
that shakes when you speak uncertain of his twenty-five years and no diploma .. Jenny
that after so many Rogne has found the courage to throw it all away. Jenny
trying to find his place in the world and resigned from a job that does not give anything but psoriasis and bloating.
tells me that no one has taught her anything.
did not know that he would find people across, co-workers envious of her beautiful figure, heads thrown by the crisis and insensitive to her need to find a reason to work, effort, responsibility. He had no teachers
Jenny.
He had no warnings. And so today
gathered the courage to four hands and said goodbye to the permanent position.
The heart and stomach told her that was not his.
Jenny studied at night, working on weekends in the gym and the bar to have a plan B, which saves her dignity.
Jenny does not complain if not for the fact that it is not yet prepared to face the world that is as it is.
He smiles sweet as I say that now feels strong and has no more psoriasis.
good sign.
I smile inside and out and, in addition to the few bits of advice that I give, I pray for her.
That made a hard choice but just do not know if he can endure the short.
Today I met Alberto ... or better Abdullah in Arabic ... a man born in Morocco.
living in Italy for many years.
Abdullah is an entrepreneur. Bravo
like many Italian entrepreneurs but with a couple of weights.
The color of the skin.
The French accent.
An Italian is not perfect and mixed with many words of Veneto.
He tells me of his plans, purchases, sales.
of his children were born here and now at eighteen do not want it to go on holiday in Morocco.
They said that they are not Moroccans who do not speak Arabic and that there are too backward to understand them.
Abdullah smiles mild.
He had become mild, and gives her all, stubbornly, even after twenty years you know.
Even if you are a child of eight years, Abdullah will be of her.
He understood that starts here in the media. Abdullah has always
the cash ready.
Proof that he is reliable.
who is responsible. Other than
payments to 240 days in the month.
Abdullah to be just heard it all before and has always paid first of all.
Abdullah makes him smile.
He can not be sad otherwise people are suspicious. Today I met
Graziano.
Graziano has asked me to find him a job as he wants.
I do not have a job for Graziano as he wants.
I spread the word but the times require time, more than you asked for a time.
Graziano was angry with me.
It is angry with my books.
It is angry with the "optimistic of shit" because they are speaking so well. Graziano
wished me a lot of bad things.
Graziano remains without a job but with a heavy weight on the soul and stomach.
I did not answer.
true. 
Today I was lucky as usual.
Today I met Jenny. Jenny
that shakes when you speak uncertain of his twenty-five years and no diploma .. Jenny
that after so many Rogne has found the courage to throw it all away. Jenny
trying to find his place in the world and resigned from a job that does not give anything but psoriasis and bloating.
tells me that no one has taught her anything.
did not know that he would find people across, co-workers envious of her beautiful figure, heads thrown by the crisis and insensitive to her need to find a reason to work, effort, responsibility. He had no teachers
Jenny.
He had no warnings. And so today
gathered the courage to four hands and said goodbye to the permanent position.
The heart and stomach told her that was not his.
Jenny studied at night, working on weekends in the gym and the bar to have a plan B, which saves her dignity.
Jenny does not complain if not for the fact that it is not yet prepared to face the world that is as it is.
He smiles sweet as I say that now feels strong and has no more psoriasis.
good sign.
I smile inside and out and, in addition to the few bits of advice that I give, I pray for her.
That made a hard choice but just do not know if he can endure the short.
Today I met Alberto ... or better Abdullah in Arabic ... a man born in Morocco.
living in Italy for many years.
Abdullah is an entrepreneur. Bravo
like many Italian entrepreneurs but with a couple of weights.
The color of the skin.
The French accent.
An Italian is not perfect and mixed with many words of Veneto.
He tells me of his plans, purchases, sales.
of his children were born here and now at eighteen do not want it to go on holiday in Morocco.
They said that they are not Moroccans who do not speak Arabic and that there are too backward to understand them.
Abdullah smiles mild.
He had become mild, and gives her all, stubbornly, even after twenty years you know.
Even if you are a child of eight years, Abdullah will be of her.
He understood that starts here in the media. Abdullah has always
the cash ready.
Proof that he is reliable.
who is responsible. Other than
payments to 240 days in the month.
Abdullah to be just heard it all before and has always paid first of all.
Abdullah makes him smile.
He can not be sad otherwise people are suspicious. Today I met
Graziano.
Graziano has asked me to find him a job as he wants.
I do not have a job for Graziano as he wants.
I spread the word but the times require time, more than you asked for a time.
Graziano was angry with me.
It is angry with my books.
It is angry with the "optimistic of shit" because they are speaking so well. Graziano
wished me a lot of bad things.
Graziano remains without a job but with a heavy weight on the soul and stomach.
I did not answer.
supermarket unfortunately I have no answer. Nobody has answers
pret-a-porter to respond to a problem that comes from within the brain. I smiled at
Graziano.
I smiled at Jenny and then I smile to Abdullah to Graziano.
pret-a-porter to respond to a problem that comes from within the brain. I smiled at
Graziano.
I smiled at Jenny and then I smile to Abdullah to Graziano.
I could not do otherwise.
Indeed, perhaps it is precisely the situation that needs a smile.
I have nothing to say about Graziano unfortunately.
I do not have anything that would make him feel better.
Graziano has already decided and are too old to not know that for those who have already decided you can not do anything.
Indeed, perhaps it is precisely the situation that needs a smile.
I have nothing to say about Graziano unfortunately.
I do not have anything that would make him feel better.
Graziano has already decided and are too old to not know that for those who have already decided you can not do anything.
Nobody can do anything. Perhaps
know Jenny.
Maybe working with Abdullah.
Perhaps nothing can help him, even himself before they accept the fact that the world returns what you give him.
Today I met three people and maybe they were just one of the mirrors.
As always there is much to learn.
more than there is to teach
. Another day know Jenny.
Maybe working with Abdullah.
Perhaps nothing can help him, even himself before they accept the fact that the world returns what you give him.
Today I met three people and maybe they were just one of the mirrors.
As always there is much to learn.
more than there is to teach
true.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Mistress Raylene Richards
Friday, July 3, 2009 at 19:00 ....
Book presentation:
Diego Morlin TRACES OF AN ARCHITECT
The dinner attended by: Alberto
Brazzale - Publisher
Zanolli Sebastian - Manager and writer
Amerigo Restucci - University of Venice IUAV
The evening will be led by Bruno Wax, journalist Gazzettino.
After the presentation there will be a small buffet.
Book presentation:
Diego Morlin TRACES OF AN ARCHITECT
The dinner attended by: Alberto
Brazzale - Publisher
Zanolli Sebastian - Manager and writer
Amerigo Restucci - University of Venice IUAV
The evening will be led by Bruno Wax, journalist Gazzettino.
After the presentation there will be a small buffet.
Arch. Morlin Diego at the end of a cycle of experiences and research projects, aimed at the discovery of new architectural languages \u200b\u200band the development of environmentally friendly solutions, has decided to collect ideas, projects, proposals, competitions, in a volume of 180 pages. More specifically, it
of 18 projects designed and "made" from 2005 to 2009, illustrated by their embryonic state, with notes and sketches, through the three-dimensional models and renderings until reaching the state executive and the subsequent implementation.
The texts are treated by Dr. Sebastian Zanolli Amerigo Restucci and Prof. ..
Replying Email For Interview
From: www.hcp34.it
tools to make the big difference, book Sebastian Zanolli , charismatic manager and brilliant writer, I can only write well. And for many reasons. I liked the professional approach, where the feelings are not destroyed. I appreciate the realism and practical way with which interprets the evolution of life. I admire the idea of \u200b\u200bsharing theories of effective management of value because they have been tested by the same author .... continue http://www.hcp34.it/?p=660
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Friday, June 12, 2009
Lumps Under Skin On Side Of Body
Sebastian and thanks Formaper.it Peopledirections.com
"Dear Sebastian,
few weeks ago we completed a training course in company with the cooperation and support of Formaper www.formaper.it .
Pieraldo Passion has helped us to achieve the training modules focused on relationship marketing.
E 'was how we put your text "I, limited liability company" between the texts as references.
The picture that you attach, and some colleagues at the end of the course is a little testimony. 
I get, I thank the public and very happy!
"Dear Sebastian,
few weeks ago we completed a training course in company with the cooperation and support of Formaper www.formaper.it .
Pieraldo Passion has helped us to achieve the training modules focused on relationship marketing.
E 'was how we put your text "I, limited liability company" between the texts as references.
The picture that you attach, and some colleagues at the end of the course is a little testimony.
Many thanks to you for what you wrote and for your kindness and professionalism for Formaper and humanity. A warm hug
Federica Fornelli
Marketing Manager
Federica Fornelli
Marketing Manager
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
How Do You Close The Hole In Surgeon Xmas
must go ...
not know about you but when certain things happen and I become melancholy I look back in search of hooks, holds, on lawns to rest.
E 'John died.
young to die.
young to die badly.
young to know that she must go.
John, baby with me.
In the photos in black and white, the only one who is looking elsewhere without setting strict gaze at the photographer who makes us feel serious and strutting like little chalk toothless.
John did not have the easy life.
Of course not.
A little 'because it goes a bit' because I will choose you.
A little 'because even the 70s had their precarious soul and wallet.
John had an easy life:
You could tell from the tattered black jacket that had already chosen a different route.
From all those creases on the corners of the books that many of us were religious tracts with the Blessed Sacrament.
He did not. John
falling since that sleep tired that struck him and a certain resignation in the eyes often sad.
John was not worse or better.
He was a son of the world. Like me. How many.
Then some good friends, others less so. How many. As soon as you win
distract the less good.
should have been quicker to understand John.
But you did not like waiting, we saw no sense. And no one could let you see.
Then all you rewards in the short and long steals the soul.
The Bar as a family.
The pusher as a friend.
increasingly away from it all.
closer to nothing. Then the disease
earned as you earn prizes at the gas station to make full force.
disease increasingly gloomy, more and more sad. You
increasingly alone.
And here we are, with an old jalopy to take you away in the case of spruce, which ultimately costs less.
And I wonder why it was better than that?
Where was the point of no return?
For there is no one to smile, perhaps sadly, but at least smile, like when you know you're going to feel better than before.
And because we are dispersed and separated in four cats to see that you walk away?
No certainly not a party, but should be better than that.
I'm angry.
Angry Men, which allow you to throw away the little bit 'of God that we have inside.
to hide it so well then why do not you curse and who now find
are you going with the jalopy and the case of fir me itchy hands.
Without even leaving a mark, a lesson, a scar with which to keep in mind that life gives what you ask.
But maybe I'm too angry with you John.
With you I've given up smoking when I was a child too young to understand that there is no rush to grow up if growing up means rockin 'all day for a piece of rotten smoke.
with you that you have decided that it was a blast to be hidden behind the parish field while others sweated in endless games of football.
with you that you were telling me that I was too serious and you make me feel like a fool because I was studying.
with you that you kicked your liver to let you come out spewing.
And I've never seen happy.
And you have never laughed heartily.
And that makes me angry.
angry with me.
Yeah, because I had to be stronger. More
hard or soft or convincing.
I had to sell you something that seemed right to sell and do not let me, you, the junk that looked like adolescent rebellion but it was just mental laziness seasoned at all.
I had to get up right on your back because you cling too.
But who knows if you really wanted it or had already decided.
If you were looking for an ending that seems heroic, but that's just sad that leaves everyone a piece, and the funeral with a little ' turnover of more.
And maybe everything is as it should.
... Where to go.
Yes, maybe someone will have a little 'responsibility but I can not think of how many times have you had the chance to switch on, change friends, to say no to bad luck. Di Luca
stop tease because his mother made him dress so much and not let him play football because they got sick.
He had his trouble.
He was a son of the world.
And he meant it or not, by itself.
Without mother, without me, without you. It
John.
You're right.
not speak ill of the dead, but because I feel maybe you can help me to do something. Let me hear
you can do otherwise.
who are born with trouble is not a conviction but only one condition. Sad, but always and only one condition.
What bad luck is first and foremost a friend who you choose.
A lover of luxury that you keep.
And that does not leave you spoiled once more and ask you more and more large accounts. Let them sleep in
appear to the children of today that it is easier to say now that you say no, but it is harder to live with the consequences of those is that the consequences of those not. Tell
with the wind and the leaves of the trees that life is full of assholes who enjoy immersing yourself in their sewer to be less lonely, but there are also people who let you do the shower at their own expense, so, just to give you a hand. What
who often is your choice.
spitting liver dying in front of two nurses who expect to remove the turn and not even know your name has nothing glorious and makes you feel like a rock star.
I look at you go away and I feel bad, because it is another piece of my world that goes with you.
Just as it should.
I wanted a completely different world when I watched "Adventure" on TV as a child. When I listened
Tito Stagno, so good, so earnest, so capable, I imagined that I would solve everyone's problems.
It was not so obvious.
why I try and try again. Not
I fixed your John.
you do not have solved.
A lesson to share. Until the last
.
Make a good trip.
See you for sure.
E 'John died.
young to die.
young to die badly.
young to know that she must go.
John, baby with me.
In the photos in black and white, the only one who is looking elsewhere without setting strict gaze at the photographer who makes us feel serious and strutting like little chalk toothless.
John did not have the easy life.
Of course not.
A little 'because it goes a bit' because I will choose you.
A little 'because even the 70s had their precarious soul and wallet.
John had an easy life:
You could tell from the tattered black jacket that had already chosen a different route.
From all those creases on the corners of the books that many of us were religious tracts with the Blessed Sacrament.
He did not. John
falling since that sleep tired that struck him and a certain resignation in the eyes often sad.
John was not worse or better.
He was a son of the world. Like me. How many.
Then some good friends, others less so. How many. As soon as you win
distract the less good.
should have been quicker to understand John.
But you did not like waiting, we saw no sense. And no one could let you see.
Then all you rewards in the short and long steals the soul.
The Bar as a family.
The pusher as a friend.
increasingly away from it all.
closer to nothing. Then the disease
earned as you earn prizes at the gas station to make full force.
disease increasingly gloomy, more and more sad. You
increasingly alone.
And here we are, with an old jalopy to take you away in the case of spruce, which ultimately costs less.
And I wonder why it was better than that?
Where was the point of no return?
For there is no one to smile, perhaps sadly, but at least smile, like when you know you're going to feel better than before.
And because we are dispersed and separated in four cats to see that you walk away?
No certainly not a party, but should be better than that.
I'm angry.
Angry Men, which allow you to throw away the little bit 'of God that we have inside.
to hide it so well then why do not you curse and who now find
are you going with the jalopy and the case of fir me itchy hands.
Without even leaving a mark, a lesson, a scar with which to keep in mind that life gives what you ask.
But maybe I'm too angry with you John.
With you I've given up smoking when I was a child too young to understand that there is no rush to grow up if growing up means rockin 'all day for a piece of rotten smoke.
with you that you have decided that it was a blast to be hidden behind the parish field while others sweated in endless games of football.
with you that you were telling me that I was too serious and you make me feel like a fool because I was studying.
with you that you kicked your liver to let you come out spewing.
And I've never seen happy.
And you have never laughed heartily.
And that makes me angry.
angry with me.
Yeah, because I had to be stronger. More
hard or soft or convincing.
I had to sell you something that seemed right to sell and do not let me, you, the junk that looked like adolescent rebellion but it was just mental laziness seasoned at all.
I had to get up right on your back because you cling too.
But who knows if you really wanted it or had already decided.
If you were looking for an ending that seems heroic, but that's just sad that leaves everyone a piece, and the funeral with a little ' turnover of more.
And maybe everything is as it should.
... Where to go.
Yes, maybe someone will have a little 'responsibility but I can not think of how many times have you had the chance to switch on, change friends, to say no to bad luck. Di Luca
stop tease because his mother made him dress so much and not let him play football because they got sick.
He had his trouble.
He was a son of the world.
And he meant it or not, by itself.
Without mother, without me, without you. It
John.
You're right.
not speak ill of the dead, but because I feel maybe you can help me to do something. Let me hear
you can do otherwise.
who are born with trouble is not a conviction but only one condition. Sad, but always and only one condition.
What bad luck is first and foremost a friend who you choose.
A lover of luxury that you keep.
And that does not leave you spoiled once more and ask you more and more large accounts. Let them sleep in
appear to the children of today that it is easier to say now that you say no, but it is harder to live with the consequences of those is that the consequences of those not. Tell
with the wind and the leaves of the trees that life is full of assholes who enjoy immersing yourself in their sewer to be less lonely, but there are also people who let you do the shower at their own expense, so, just to give you a hand. What
who often is your choice.
spitting liver dying in front of two nurses who expect to remove the turn and not even know your name has nothing glorious and makes you feel like a rock star.
I look at you go away and I feel bad, because it is another piece of my world that goes with you.
Just as it should.
I wanted a completely different world when I watched "Adventure" on TV as a child. When I listened
Tito Stagno, so good, so earnest, so capable, I imagined that I would solve everyone's problems.
It was not so obvious.
why I try and try again. Not
I fixed your John.
you do not have solved.
A lesson to share. Until the last
.
Make a good trip.
See you for sure.
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