Wednesday, July 15, 2009

How Long Syphilis Takes

Big party tonight ...

First good news ... I'm alive and kicking ...
Second good news ... kicking less ...

Then the work week has gone pretty well. Saturday there was the first meeting between 22 and foremen in charge of security trevi in \u200b\u200bour workshop. Finally, the course of "electrical safety of construction site" has seen the light ("progress", despite being only 5 letters, is a big word ... let's say that given the llivello local technical knowledge was a smattering of concepts of electrical engineering. cmq .. but a good job). In short, I experienced my English as a presenter of a part of the course. It seemed to me to return to college ... the night before me are repeated in the morning I was not upset but I had half the guts sizzle ... Interestingly feeling.

Then there was the Dave concert in Lucca ... and stories of Fabio Chiara Valeria and Federica (Maximum wait for him for a while 'after which I call and I keep it on the phone half an hour) as there has been ... I could hear a piece and it came back the desire to play ... and perhaps you might make a new matt buying a small guitar to strum this part very carefully ...

twenty days and then comes Claire, and I have already started fantstico about where we could go somewhere to the sea ...

And then this morning I took courage and I went for a walk sull'Avila, the mountain that gives me good morning every morning, still dark and sleepy. Quietly, at 10, I arrived by car to the point where, believe me, hundreds of people start the "Walk". I expected a lot less people, but it bothered me that much ... the path to Sabas Nieves is 2km and a half, 960m from the start, the refreshment of 1380 (an opening in a wall through which they sell ice with lemon or tamarind made in plastic cups of coffee). .. I refreshed a world ... I made an incredible effort in my casual clothes (jeans and polo shirts with walking shoes) and sometimes I thought I would give in before (but always starts as the industry "will" was distracted ... I've screwed a lot of times ... but noticed it immediately and called friends, the field "curse of the big invescicato", "calf murderess" "Quadriceps crampon" and "were beautiful days when c'avevi breath" and together they forced me to stop ...)
But in the end I did it ... the view is beautiful from up, the day was not the best (as far as sight, mucho calor!) but the sky and the temperature were exceptional. In short, the

scoglionaggine last week seems to put down for a while '... I feel it just around the corner, but I think to be able to hold off ...
I'm downloading the pictures ... soon the load ... so stay tuned!
Hello beautiful!
and good week!
FIuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

Sunday, July 12, 2009

Telecaster Or Epiphone

aRieCChiMe

all out light gray, low clouds envelop everything. The sound of rain is very strong and even manages to cover the cars take to the streets on Sunday. This strong trailer charging me so much. Aquieta relaxes me and this desire I have inside. It irritates me too much thinking to be restrained in coming, to know, fear and anxiety. I do not like having to stay home for fear of meeting a malintezionato. I'm home all right, I rest, I read, I am to do. But I do it mostly because the che è lì fuori mi mette a disagio. Probabilmente il più è suggestione... Intanto la pioggia continua a scendere a pulire ad ammorbidire la terra... L'Avila, il monte dietro casa, diventa sempre più verde, più carico di colore. E a me sembra una magia vedere questi cambiamenti di colore così repentini ed evidenti.
Prima mentre leggevo ho sentito urletti giocosi di bambini. Ho appoggiato il libro e mi sono affacciato alla finestra. Seguivo il rumore per cercarne la sorgente e ho trovato due splendidi pappagalli verdi e arancioni che bighellonavano di fronte al mio palazzo... bellissimi e rumorosissimi...mi fa strano vederli così in mezzo ai palazzi. Poi è arrivata la pioggia e anche loro avranno avuto bisogno di riparo.
Venerdì, after a night of rain, I went to work and are usually passed to the front of the landfill in Caracas. This place is incredibly large populated by many people that go, I think, to recover the recoverable or look for something to eat, to huge machines, which bathe the land in order to limit the dust and move across garbage heaps, and finally by vultures. They do think that one of the more useful, the business of the future ... recycling (ok, yes they do in their own way ... and then eat anywhere scacazzano creating other crap ... but at least you agree ...) So the reason why I speak of the landfill on Friday morning were all in line for ground or perched on poles della luce tutti con le ali spiegate verso la stessa direzione, come in adorazione... Il mio cervello di mattina non funziona al massimo, quindi solo a metà della strada (lunga, molto lunga) che costeggia la discarica sono arrivato a capire che si stavano asciugando le ali... E' una cosa scema ma mi ha lasciato colpito un sacco, forse perchè non ho mai pensato che gli uccelli si asciugassero dall'acqua della pioggia, o forse perchè erano stranissimi tutti in una posizione stranissima...
Vi lascio che inizio a gonfiare il canotto per andare a messa...
Buon inizio settimana!