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Christmas Day


Here's how we spent the afternoon of Christmas .....

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Perfume (the story of a murderess), Laura. I wish I

The soul
s'intonerà

more harmonious music caress

only a brute body, so breathe

Luat the note, so that


the image of an angel that
free.

pure

going forth to the music, the tears

filled with love, with my note
,
to see her again,
to awaken. If awakened


I feel I know, in the early fetus

and so I will stay.

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The first socks never forget ....


Here is a week after the first stocking worthy of the name .... with some damage but fortunately you do not see in the picture .....

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And here's a video of how the most serious car ....

And this is the result after about 3 weeks ....

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David Bowie.

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machine knitting socks

After 40 days from New Zealand is here !!!!!!!
What? But our knitting machine for making socks ..... first name New Zealand Auto Knitter, friends only for them "Kitty." We discovered by chance on YouTube and it was love at first sight

In theory with this machine you can make beautiful socks, in practice we are now trying to figure out how it works and how to adjust thread tension, what really not easy ...

is the first prototype of a sock. It was true at first glance may seem a little strange (let's say disgusting), the measures are all unpacked, the tip is still sewing, but this is the first result after three days of continuous testing and results scadentissimi, so for us it a masterpiece .....

and then, if nothing else looks very much like a sock, is not it ?????

It seems that in Europe there are many specimens are these machines (in Italy and then not talk about it) while in the U.S. are in widespread use. However, if you too own one (or have her aunt, grandmother, granddaughter in America who has it) and you know to use it, please contact us !!!!!!

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CRUCIFIXION

In the past the tears

Nails and Blood Memories
still alive.


sins on the cross because he could worship
gross
litanies that ever rise. Hanging on a Cross


neck of the hanged because

can remember the past and sins. And you'll be divine


between demons sublime
And you'll be Sinner
between the Deathly Hallows.

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Hello, wool yarn and why?
simple, make the wool thread has become our passion
are a group of men and women who have rediscovered which is an ancient art of spinning


the blog is only initiative in Italy to see if anyone is still interested in this type of manual labor that was once done out of necessity but now is simply a hobby


here is the demonstration of what we have told

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Who says you have not seen the sun?

But I see the sun, and from him that I want to go.

I escape from here.

I'm about to explode.

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I want more noise, to scream. I AM NOT REAL

are a fucking self-destructive mental.

And I like it.

crazy.

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touch me but I do not feel anything.
I want, I swear.
I swear I want to hear something. I will try something when you touch me, while I placed your lips on mine, while you're inside me.
I would try something.

Oh my "dear deceit". I want to hold you tonight

disappears as the light and shadows are drawn into the sunsets that stretch.

I'm not real.
infinity you are trying to achieve.

am a shadow. And I want to be so. I think I love you like a shadow. Always present. Always absent. Because I am not, I've never been and never will be.

I'ma corpse.

Fuck me.

if I want to see something so I can prove it.

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I do I can do

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rapist politician of democracy and humanity and freedom. I can not think

Why

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there is silence, there is darkness.

I'm terrified.

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This will be my official website.

Now begins the hype: D

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will be published soon!

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Derelict wreck.

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Soon to be published:

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Before Madness in D Minor

First presentation of "Madness in D Minor", a book I am about to publish.


'm on the road to recovery: Tonsillitis now turned into a sore throat. On the other hand, however, I can not sleep ... Today I'm going to buy the tablets of valerian, however, makes me nightmares lol: /
we'll see ...

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tonsillitis oh yeah!

Heal me please. do not take it anymore: (I do

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blablabla

the unbridled libertinism hours

♥ I cut my hair because I look Fantaghirò. But I do not know how to cut. In fact I wish I had them long, but so are just unwatchable haha. I think I do it again the ridge. Since I have still not short enough I should have no problems or do they stop?
haha \u200b\u200bI have no idea.

I thought myself this weekend and a half weeks.

I with 'Love does not want us to do!
Enough with all these useless nonsense!

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The lack of a hug without thinking. Unspeakable abyss of eccentric postures.

Abyss.
unspeakable.
Eccentric.
Posture.

I recover from this disease called love. Soon
a psychiatrist! A psychiatrist!

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kann ich sein tödlich

The Gauloises are good and have won first place in the ranking of my favorite cigarettes!

That strange voice, that voice strange. Sterile, aseptic.

And if suddenly exploded and just talk?

They told me that writers can not speak for us, as we like is impossible. Yes, because we write. We are writers and not speak. We use the breath just to breathe.

And writing is so beautiful, but I understand that not everyone likes writing, prefer speech to writing. I prefer a book to tell me to love me than words, insecure, unstable, forgotten.

and blablabla. I'm sick.

There is a mosquito that I swear if I still rests on the skin will kill her!

The title of the post is due to the inscription on cigarettes: smoking kills. rauchen tödlich sein kann.

And I kill.

My lyricism I'll keep it only for those who will appreciate it then. ♥ Fuck

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Friday 13 & a packet of red Gauloise

I have to open again, maybe I suck haha \u200b\u200b

However, today I woke up - at fifteen - with good humor!
It was raining hard, and oh my God how much I had missed the rain! Then I took to sleep with a blanket for a week and I missed that as well! Now
Dorothy sleeps with me and I would like to kick - sorry animal - because we take all the space! But at least it keeps me warm.
And the mornings are growing cold
♥ Yes, Yes, Yes! Come autumn!

And the desire to escape is growing. Then maybe who knows, tomorrow I will stay at home and not see anyone. Because I'm a borderline
dick. Change mood and personality without even warning, without reason, without anything!

I decided that I must make an effort and speak.
But I call and he does not answer the phone switched off -.- "

There are still some doubts to be clarified, but give it some time!

and blablabla I'm Scazzi.

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I would fly away.

I thought I had the strength to write about today, and instead, as soon as I sat at the computer and open the Word file, I went for inspiration.
Perhaps because there is silence, for my continuing to speak and leave no room for my thoughts of flying. I need to fly, yes.
Perhaps because my heart hurts so bad that I would write only for him, for my heart, to redeem him from this pain.
I have no desire to do anything, not even to eat, I do not have the strength to do anything, I sleep all day, go to sleep early - if I may say so because the two are in bed - and wake up at sixteen.
not even know what to say. I have this empty that fills me, I closed my mouth, screaming in his ears and closes his eyes.
I would like to save. Flying high. Via. A gull and then off on the water, toward the sun, the moon, reach the horizon, become a party. Fly away.

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I would love

But he is afraid of suffering.

I've never been good at carrying out of relationships, of friendship and love. I've never been good at this. Maybe because I never nothing to offer to others. I have nothing. are empty.

And I want to change me because I know that I'm not right. I'm a wreck and I have to be changed, adjusted. Why then the others do not know what to do with me, the 'atypical , how to behave. And this makes me sick, because I would be easy, I would, really. But how do you change?

Many say that love is built step by step, brick by brick, a little 'me and a bit' of the other. But I do not believe it. I do not think that love is built. If there is there from the start, or maybe after some time, as if something or someone suddenly opened the windows of our minds. The air coming in, life, colors, flowers.

And there are silences those who would become an explosion. I hear them in and I gnaw the heart. Why I want to talk but I have nothing to say. Why are empty. So better not to ruin the lives of other people with the endless lack of values \u200b\u200band feelings that lives through me. Better to leave.

confined in a room, in bed.

A bed is not think, could only dream of.

Where is the much-vaunted love? I've never seen. You sure?

I have this heart that wants love and is not capable, he's afraid of suffering.

Love is a mental illness.

It must heal.

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this heart that I will serve on a platter. The main course & in the room with Emily Dickinson.

Another night and I have a headache, sore heart. Yes, it hurts my heart.
The days have become infertile. But I recognize the beauty of the morning. I would like to live in one of those houses you see in American movies. Made of wood. And spend the morning on the porch reading a book, drink tea or write. While the trees create a play of shadows on the grass and the birds sing. Idyllic it?
Maybe one day I can lead a life like this. Peace. Because now, yes, I know the peace, but it's like a distant goal, yet to be reached, I see in movies, drawings, art, but not in real life. It's like a fairy tale. Utopia.

Today I slept all afternoon, until seven and a half ago. I woke up a message that I was stunned. An unexpected surprise.
When you came to my house almost did not believe it, looked in the past years since we met. And I did not know which side to do as the past we have had. This week is the existential questions of right or not right that we pursue this story already troubled from the start. But as you know, I do not like things easy, I prefer the difficult roads, the ones where you have to walk for hours, clinging to every hold for fear of falling. And perhaps it is not fair to continue so, but I do not have the strength to let you go because you want to. Here with me. I want you forever. And sometimes I seem to be too many. To be tired. Not to be enough. Not to be right.
Because sometimes I look in the mirror and think that it is not. What I'm not the one with which you should be. I am destined to be alone. Shut myself up at home as Emily Dickinson. Write. Read. This is my life. The reports should not even touch me. Yet I have this heart that loves and would love you. It's almost a disease my love. This insane desire to annul it with you. And there are things
I really can not tell you a voice and I'm sorry. I can not speak. I am made for silence. They are made for writing, the lyricism and poetry of the impossible love novels, fiction. Yet I love you. With all my heart.
And there is the beast that still belong to you and would like to eradicate it as a tumor, by tearing your flesh as if it is stuck with his teeth.
You will serve on a platter. It will be the main course. This love decomposed. That should leave room for new flowers to grow freely.

I would like to grow. Toward the sun. White as a lily.
But my roots are still too fragile.
And I'm on the sidelines.

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& a hole in the bathtub.

I'm tired. Maybe I should stop carrying out this life as a vampire. Yet I can not go to bed at a decent time - and I mean decent time eleven and a half - no. I'm going to bed at five in the morning, I wake up at seven and a half because my sister had a fight with the bus for ten years and then I want to be with. I sleep until noon and a half because I have to go to take him home. I eat and I sleep until two and a half because - what a fantasy - I have to bring it to work.

Then again I sleep.

And at night I write on my notebook. Yesterday I finished one and started another.

write four things at once, beautiful is not it?

And the holiday homework I have started - if I may say so - yesterday: I read one chapter of the book of German and I left there.

I want to read, but I'm too tired. I can not get out of bed before five in the evening. And this situation I am getting tired of wasting.

Tonight is the night of San Lorenzo and I'll just stay home.

do not ask too much.

Perhaps your silence and eyes. A

your embrace.

I would fly away.

PS: The title of the post is because today is the plumber came and made a hole in the bathtub.

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