Sunday, August 31, 2008

Do Epileptics Feel Pain During Seizures

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I do not like the roses that I took. I do not like things
that could be and have not been

...

The summer sun is not the remember, a little 'to ease a bit' to hurt ... Summer and women, so that's what it is, and get upset, remind you that you never stop growing and that you'll never tire of wanting to be a child. I throw a glance back, I think the last page written on the fly a few hours before boarding the bus to Croatia, my supervisor sent to the last minute. No time to figure out and here I am again thrown nell'ambrosia fun, with old and new friends. The usual lump in my throat the way back, but now we have become accustomed asoltare just not the same songs, once home to give a hand to recover. The Water Lily
Party a success. Even as I write I keep wearing the shirt and I smile thinking about how many people became friends.
many evenings in late, without going too hard ... a bit 'of neglect and a chair in the garden. Many friends with whom I have done a little way, an evening or a holiday with others a life.
What to study but you have little desire, Seba, this time we must go all
... yet shake off the idea that the days of idleness are finished ... it's really too hard sometimes, I invent cocktails and evenings wandering just to fill your calendar with the other, the excuse at dusk.

I enjoy meeting and a poem by Guido Gozzi in his melancholy can always tear a smile ...


I.

I saw the garden adjoining the garden
, the palm trees of the avenue,
the fence from which rough
my outstretched hand and candy ...
II.

"Piccolino, you do all alone?"
"I'm playing the Great Flood."
I mentioned the instrument,
the bizarre things that shape in the sand,
and she bent down as if he had a kiss and quickly

rush to portray the mouth, and kissed me through the bars of
how to kiss a bird in a cage.

Also I live I shall see the charm of that
his face through the bars square!
The back of my head with hands clasped thieves, and I

was amazed to see me next to her face, her mouth a long, long
different from the mouth of my mother!

"Piccolino, you like looking at me? You are here
pei bathrooms? And rent? "
" Yes .. see my mom and my dad? "
It left me with eyes in a vain dream
(later recalled)
a vain dream of motherhood ...

"A !...»
cocotte" What does it mean, mother? "
" It means a bad girl:
not have to talk to the neighbor! "
Co-co-tte ... The strange voice
Paris gave to my fantasy girl
a funny sense of egg and chicken ... I

fabled deities: the Islands
sailors and Happy ...
Co-co-tte ... mischievous fairies designed to
affatturate with food and drinks ... Do
will, who knows what you do,
and who knows what dark offices!


III.

One day - days later - he called me through the bars
flowering verbena:
"Oh baby, do not love me any more !...»
" Is it true that you are a casserole? "
Voyager laughed ...
And kissed me with her eyes full of sadness.


IV.

Among the dead joys and disappointments,
after twenty years, now comes alive
your smile ... Where are you, Miss
bad? Six alive? Who's
(better for you not being alive!)
the descent of the terrible years?

Alas! Which does not help your makeup and cosmetic
is already bad on the last test
lover deserted alcove ...
One, only one: the little creature that
donaste of a kiss and a sweet,
after twenty years, today I found

in a dream, and loves you in a dream and says: I love you ! From that morning
childhood pure
perhaps have loved thee alone, baby!
Maybe I loved you alone! And I'll call you!
If you read these verses recall
back to those who await, or creature!

Come! So what if you are no longer the
quattrenne kissed me? Today t'agogno,
or dressed in time! Today I need
of your past! I'll just make you beautiful
as Carlotta, as Graziella,
like all the women of my dream!

My dream is nourished by neglect,
regret. I do not like the roses that I caught
. I do not like things that could be

and not been ... I see the houses, here are the beautiful garden of roses
than twenty years ago! Besides the bars

your garden intact
among eucalyptus Ligurian ranges ...
Come! T'accoglierà satisfies the soul.
let me see your face undone;
you bacierò, renewed, in the act,
on your mouth from your last grace.

Come! It will be like me, by the hand, you bring back
myself then.
The child will talk to the lady.
resurface from time away.
Come! It will be like if you, by the hand,
I carried you, still young.


[


G. Gozzano


, Cocotte]



(C)

Thursday, August 28, 2008

Today's Is My Sister Wedding Congratulations

Abiti e accessori donna

Women








century ball gowns


The tailored suits


Underwear essential

petticoat and skirt

corset






Fashion Accessories

Gloves

Shawls and Capes



Wednesday, August 6, 2008

Message For New Baby For Sending To Friends

Il frac

The male dress of the Romantic period - middle class, is called tuxedo or tails.




Wojkowscy W Gierałtowicach

La divisa storica


Example dress uniform with decorations and orders of a British lancer