Friday, November 26, 2010

Bezaclin Before And After

The machine

The sky was a purple stain, his brilliance was incredibly sharp, was lost to the hills, spreading over diverse in huge tentacles of jellyfish, in flounce of quirky clothes, covered with veils streaked precious stones that reflect light. And the hills were blacks clusters, enormous beached mastodons, giant sperm whales stranded in the country: roads meandered here and there that you would have said to have been designed with electrical wires or strings of the big white. The campaign then was a series of plots that were thinking about a painting by Mondrian, few farmers and machinery stood out among a large group of Scarecrow from the queer posture, adorned with huge hats and big scarves fluttering. Above them flew large tin crows, flapping his wings with a creak of the vane.

Professor Tobias looked at me Buzzetti admired: he could not hide a hint of complacency, I could read the pride and the pride in the bright eyes, the smile that she could not suppress. When he finally spoke, waking from the vision, I understood: "What you see is not. This room is just the extreme offshoot of a huge machine that generates dreams and illusions. Does nothing more than tap into our subconscious and mix everything, creating universes that are made from dreams, memories and fantasies of those who come to pass in this place. The crows of iron, for example, are one of my childhood memory: I had seen a move in a spring showcase of Ortisei when I was six or seven years. I know exactly who was one autumn evening sky with the strange colors. " The tentacles of jellyfish so they were mine, got stuck in some part of my neurons, tangled in the synapses. The large jellyfish on the beach of Gabicce, a chandelier from which came those milky colored ribbons. I would have liked to meet the technical ol'operaio that led Mondrian in that group: I would have gladly talked about art with a drink in the cafeteria.

"Do not is everything, "said Professor Buzzetti: in fact we are also testing of the variants. He pressed a button on the remote control in his hand. "Well, now you hide a piece. A piece of your subconscious, I mean. " I looked, but nothing seemed changed in that scene. But I had the impression that someone hid a piece, as if the missing piece of a puzzle and just one pass was necessary to reveal the whole secret. Or rather, I felt that the card was there but was hidden from my eyes. That is, had failed its the only fragment that gave direction to the rest. The vision for the rest was unchanged: the purple sky, jellyfish, fields of Mondrian, the scarecrow, the hills, the crows ... The universe, however, was altered: looking more closely, the peasants wore white masks with large Bautte, the streets had become the deep cuts in the skin of sperm whales, the sky had taken on a tint more bloody. As if the axis on which all that universe had turned virtual or fictitious tilted a few degrees, or if the rotation had imperceptibly slowed or accelerated in order to change even slightly, however the details. Then I realized: "You are hiding a piece" that showed, not only my subconscious, but that of all those who go to make that vision. The hidden piece, the keystone, took away the peace I had felt in front of the breathtaking scenery adds a thin veneer of concern, if only for that secret is not revealed, the element capable of changing things unspoken.

"The memory handlers, in this case is not" explained Tobias Buzzetti, "that is modified and assumes a different value, you lose the characteristic that made him remember it, with that intense emotion, with that passionate tenderness. Look at the crows, now ... "I looked. Crows mechanical childhood Tobia Buzzetti now had a flap on the belly from time to time the opening dotted with small bombs that fell on the roar contain scarecrow creating an ironic retribution. And my jellyfish? Looked better: the sky was turned red because they had large tentacles long, strong spines, like those of the acacia trees, and tore the sky with those surging as a shield.

"The machine is able to calculate virtually direct our thoughts, to process the memories and place them within the scenario: they change and rearranges them according to the billions of combinations that are accessed," said the professor. "Regulate even chaos," I said, painting and drawing and I saw that smirk on his face that just could not hide. Still pressed a button on the remote control in front of me now opened up a huge maze. "Let's try another function," he said, "The wire is to quit you ..." When I found myself in the dark, I began to curse Tobia Buzzetti, then his eyes became accustomed little by little, I understood what the teacher wanted with the words "The thread is to quit you ..." Marta smile when I saw the splendor of its sixteen. Tobias had given me an exciting journey into the territories of my youth: to exit, simply had to recognize my mistakes and not commit them again.

Checkered Zebra, "Dream Machine"

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Recurrent Blister On Buttocks

STORK FOR THE ARRIVAL OF JOHN CHRISTMAS TOYS



I made a bow for the coming birth of John, second son of my friend Michael .. I hope you come to the mother before the baby .. Michi, you like it?! of course if you had other ideas we had time to change project! This idea sfagiolava me somewhat, and then I would have implemented in a way! ;)


materials: pannolenci to achieve the stork, satin ribbons for blue ribbons, raffia to attach the heart to the stork, checkered cloth for the heart e. .. hot glue to attach it all! (Not having a sewing machine ..)


find the pattern here , search Bread, Love and Creativity .. There are a lot of good ideas!

Friday, November 19, 2010

Levi's Belt Loop Problem

Naples

"You were unlucky," he repeated the Neapolitan friends "you are getting the rain." I have said on the waterfront, they told me the Via Chiaia, I have said in Martyrs Square. No, I was lucky, however, because the Naples I saw was the real Naples, that far from the stereotypes, the one who knows just who lives there. Too easy to associate the idea we have of a city with a picture postcard - the two pine trees in the background of Posillipo with the sea and Mount Vesuvius, in this case. Too easy to get and sing "O sole mio". This makes the tourists.

Instead, sitting and drinking a coffee in the Galleria Umberto I, I felt part of this city. There was wind, there was wet, the rain fell intermittently, could also be in London, given that turned umbrellas. It could have been Milan, in a gallery so similar. But it was Naples, just one of his spirits, the theater, set design - it is no coincidence that a few steps from there are the Teatro San Carlo and Piazza del Plebiscito. They told me that there are gathered the evening of tango dancers. The soul of the city is also in this. Hard to think of tangueros dance on the mosaics in front of Prada, prefer the quiet of a trivial local on the canals. In Naples, however you can.

I had already seen the sea on the Riviera di Chiaia, I was in love with the view that ranged from a Posillipo Castel dell 'Ovo and lay under a sky where the light varied continuously, in which the clouds were arranged as a backdrop to the stage. I had already had a taste of Naples: the curly puff that melts in your mouth and fills the taste buds with its delicious aroma to the palate with cinnamon and orange peel. I was already immersed in the soft delicacy of a baba watered syrup, eaten with the eyes before the mouth on that plate of metal from parts of the station.

The rain, I said. The greatest regret, the sorrow of my real friends. Naples is the sun and sea. But it is not true: Naples is the people, it is the exquisite hospitality and warmth. The best compliment that I did was tell me I'm a misuse in the North, that my documents are fake, which actually I am a "street urchin". I have even submitted to an examination of Naples, to try to catch me in chestnut, but perhaps for the soul of Toto hovering everywhere in the inn where we dined, the test was not conclusive - or so I believe, perhaps really They found that the cassoeula I much prefer the pizza!

I was in Naples ... I was with friends ... I was lucky.

Naples, Piazza del Plebiscito © DR

Friday, November 12, 2010

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platform 14

They announced the delay of the train, heading out of the metal shells of the speakers declared that "the region of 7027 hours 16 and 40 for Lecco, Sondrio and Tirano leave with about forty minute delay. " And this mishap spread more salt in our wounds, we freeze in this new time that we spend together. We met by chance coming from the windows of the station of Porta Garibaldi, where they reflect the skyscrapers of the business center: I looked at those reflections, she brings her usual walking distraction, we nearly collided. "Hello, Chiara" "Hello, Andrea." A little 'cold, and not because it is November and cold and sharp wind down from the Alps has invaded the city. Cold for an indecipherable and unresolved issues between us, a malaise that has poisoned our relationship, which has polluted the love and stayed. A week already we had not seen and there called. Not even a text message.

We sit on the lower edge of the flower, in the twilight. Light characters on the board every now and then dance and crossing: a train leaves, another arrives, another delay accumulates. But we can not eradicate this black that devours us, to throw on the table the issue. We do not know if we can revive this love, if we suppress it. Nor do we know if our friendship will survive, in this case. We remain inert in this languor, indolence boredom minute rushing. Are missing at least thirty the train's departure, they have not even yet brought to the track. It's cold now, ice that we carry has teamed up with the atmosphere. It began to rain, the wind cuts like a knife. "Let's go get a coffee at the bar?" She nods, the aid to rise.

The bar is warm and smells of grilled sandwiches. Do we prepare two cups of coffee and bring them to a table. Out of travelers arriving at or leaving the station to take the green subway line or corridors leading into the Corso Como, the white taxi start over again. The light is cold, the neon giving a aseptic this venue. But that argument does not take off. Clare continues to look at me in passing, looking for something in the bag. Digs up bag and takes out the make-up, remodeling is the eyes, lips. I feel limp, like a puppet after the show. I want to shout: "So, this love is gone? Tell me. " Here, among the people, the waitresses with the cap, professionals with twenty-four hours, students with backpacks, the Senegalese sitting in a corner. It is not my style. I do not want to humiliate me or her. Announce that the train is arriving at platform 14. "Andiamo" I say and my words come out disheartened, empty note. Drops already dark, I realize when emerge from the subway stairs. Particularly noteworthy are the oasis of "Self bar full of drinks and snacks.

The regional is coming: his white eyes emerge from the rain, they become progressively larger. When it stops, the crowd let him vent and then we go up, we find a place in the leading car. It is no longer the time is not the place. I take from my folder to the newspaper, Chiara puts the white iPod earphones in his ears. The train leaves, makes a hissing sound before putting the long tunnel. Among us only silence, a sharp, pointed silence that rend the heart as an ice punch.

Sunday, November 7, 2010

Pokemon Silver Emulator Cheats For Pokemon

Work in progress ... The

Good evening girls are days that I finished this doll as a "draft" and still waiting for a worthy vestitino.L 'idea is inspired by the dolls Kouklitas but it my way, since I'm not a designer, I create a character ... cmq say a fairy or something similar, so it takes more than just a dress.
We think about it, if I'm glad you give me sth idea, so I'll need as well, while you put the doll still naked;)
kisses to

Saturday, November 6, 2010

Can A Sinus Infection Cause Rectal Bleeding

One night

was falling the night is dark and noisy. The lights of the waterfront mingled with silvery reflections of the waves, the southwest wind made them tremble shaking the leaves of eucalyptus trees. The sea was rough, moving like a restless soul groaning and howling beneath a sky cut in two by a sharp crescent.

was already dark in the room, but we got up to turn on the light to illuminate a lamp to pour his soft haze around it. We stayed there in the shadows, sitting together on the leather sofa to confess, to haunt us. With her fingers she tortured rings, redirecting them with continued employment. I put my hands to the face or let roam around the knees. Our stories were fed to remain silent and say that, but slowly we built something day after day, brick by brick. When I seemed to sense that a note had tears in his voice that cracked as a sudden crack opening in the ice, I realized immediately mistaken: it was one word to ignite the shadow, that I had to open wide horizons calculated to invade the fields of my thoughts as a fast, well-armed army. "We." It was a long speech and articulate what she was doing at that moment, maybe I was distracted. "We", the mind registers, we wrapped a moment, recovered from hearing the last sentence. "Now we can be ourselves." As a matter of fact, a cell, a pair. One plus one.

My sadness already waved a white flag, surrendered without a fight, he softened. Us. That is, the two of us. I fell on his neck and kissed me. I began to undress her passionately, feeling his skin beneath my fingers, to caress the body that smelled of citrus. I felt the sea incattivito mix with our rapid breathing. I felt his hands on his back, the tip of the nail. I was inside her now, it was moving fast on her hips and I was wondering if it was joy or pain, if I had fallen into a hell or a new paradise.


Mike Jory, "Thinking of You"

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Can I Shower With My Tiffanys Necklace

kouklitas

Hello all!
Somewhere in the network because I discovered quite by chance that there is nothing short of fantastic dolls, which I do a fair competition to Matilda's addict, and call themselves The Kouklitas: it is obvious that dolls are very sophisticated and glamorous from Because they are dressed as haute couture.inoltre faces have very specific and well designed. There
place which is the official source: www.kouklitas.com
Meanwhile I'm working on a new doll in the footsteps of these Kouklitas .... missing the dress which must be sought.
ciaoooooooo

Monday, November 1, 2010

Josh Hutcherson From Underpants



Last Thursday I attended a creative platform 9 and 3 / 4 (one store in Reggio Emilia) to make the Christmas puppets. I enjoyed a world, today published the photo, just a moment of time I will also explain how they were made.

How Stop Pepole To See My Friend In Facebook

POINT FELT AND EMBROIDERY pannolenci



I posted a short video to explain the point that I use to embroider the edges of my work in pannolenci / felt