Monday, February 28, 2011
Medicaid Illinois Accident
When you ask what love is,
imagines two hands burning
encountered,
two gazing into each other, two hearts that tremble
before the immensity of a feeling ,
and a few words to make a moment forever.
Douar Alan ~ ~
Friday, February 18, 2011
Blue Print Hair Salon
"The beautiful country where the" yes "sounds" Dante said as much, no?
The Italian language has a particular sound, which is close to the music perhaps more than other languages. Yet it seems strange to think of it, because the Italian is really an abstract thing, even in pronunciation. Who among us does not recognize when a Neapolitan's got in front and heard him speak, even if not using the dialect? And the same goes for a Venetian, a Milanese, a Sicilian ...
And then the sound that says where it came from Dante? a musicality of the words themselves? maybe ...
When I went to Germany for the first time with a group of Italian friends happened at times that " autochthonous "stop in next to us while we were discussing to decide what to do for the day. In silence we watched, smiling. Once one of them took the trouble to explain" how nice to hear you speak, you feel like singing .. .
There was smiling, because it seemed so strange ...
Perhaps the Italian, with a capital that is really just the language of poets, that we mere mortals use a pale imitation, then by adding regional accents. But we are entitled to be proud of our language (if we use the way) for its regional characteristics, which help us to identify with. And we are a "beautiful country" for this, if only we wanted to a bit 'more ...
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Vietnamese Dubbed Online
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
What Does Scabies Look
A distinguished lady comes in with a firm step in the library at a time of relative calm, with emphasis in Eastern Europe come to us saying
"looking for a book called" Aivango "(or so the decision was ...)
My colleague sitting at the computer running the eyes in my direction, and I try a:
"Excuse me, what did you say is the title of the book?"
"Aivango"
My colleague does not dare to start typing a name that will surely give null result, I understand the embarrassment and tried again:
"not by any chance remember the author?"
"no, I do not remember the author, he has to read my son to school, I read years ago, is a medieval romance set in England ..."
I try to work my synapses as quickly as possible ... the novel you read for school ... probably argument medieval English ... ...
"Ah, Ivanohe?"
"Yes, that, ah, in Italian you say so? Aivango In English we say ..."
"... of course!"
Ed I will be even a poor graduate student in Language, but my colleague has just graduated in languages, you can imagine that look we exchanged ...
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
What Tool Is Used To Tighten Trucks
serves me tell you? Yes, I hate S. Valentine's Day, Halloween and is coupled with a series of parties which I think is even the case to appoint
... No, do not hate him because of my singletudine now, as you can imagine I have much, much deeper motivations! But perhaps it would be trivially boring to explain that should not serve a party to celebrate the good that two people want or need to make or receive gifts may have little to do with love ... etc., etc. ...
I find it ridiculous that any object that until recently was sold for its usefulness / pleasant / presumed needs of the average consumer, now sells gift perfettoperlapersonaamata, preferably on a red velvet with hearts that bounce all around. If you're wondering, yes, I also suffered my tradeoff for this holiday, a friend asked me to decorate Shop with hearts of different shapes and features, and I have avenged sticking to all the windows in the shop that has just passed so that the party must wash the windows to remove the stains of glue (yes, revenge is a dish summer is consumed cold!).
So I would like to sleep much the night of 13 and 15 to avoid the wake directly sbaciucchianti couples, friends, heart-shaped eyes, scorn, and so on ... but you know what I would absolutely avoid? That someone would propose to celebrate another festival indecent, invented just to further humiliate those who do not celebrate St. Valentino ... San Faustino !
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Melrose Place Striptease
Madness decided to invite his friends to have coffee with her. After coffee, Madness suggested: 'You play hide and seek?'. 'Hide and seek? What? ' - Asked Curiosity. 'Hide and seek is a game. I count to a hundred and you hide. When I finished counting, I will try and the first to find the next to count '. All accepted except Fear and Laziness. '1, 2,3. - The crowd began to count. Haste hid before, where it happened. The Shy, timid as always, he hid in a group of trees. Joy ran into the garden. The pain began to cry, because he could not find a suitable corner to hide. L 'Envy joined the Triumph and hid behind a rock beside him. Madness continued to count while his friends were hiding. Despair was in despair, seeing that the crowd was already in ninety-nine. 'CENT! - Shouted the crowd - I'll start looking. ' The first to be found was the Curious, because it had to prevent him from going out to see who would be the first to be discovered. Looking on the one hand, Madness saw Doubt on a fence that did not know which side you would be better hidden. And so on found the Joy, Sadness, Shyness. When all were assembled, the Curiosity asked: 'Where is the Love?'. No one had seen. The crowd began to look for it. He tried in the top of a mountain, river rocks below. But I do not find love. Looking everywhere, Madness saw a rose, took a piece of wood and began searching through the branches, when suddenly he heard a cry. It was Love, who cried because he had a thorn pierced his eye. Madness did not know what to do. He apologized, begged for his love and forgiveness came up to promise to follow him forever. Love accepted the apology. Today 's Love is blind and the crowd always goes.