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[Reuleaux] 'stone'

non-trivial example of constant amplitude curve

'Stone' [53.indifferenza]
People will always exchange for one another. Only some, like Lo, learn to distinguish ourselves by force of habit. He never gave too much trouble, be taken for my brother, this is normal, we are twins. What irritates me is when we call 'stone', meaning one, the other, or both, even without trying to note that we are two different people. Many of us call it that because of the fact that we are descendants of a famous family magic is the only thing that interests them. The only thing that angers me the most is when they call us 'Stone' that actively involving the least interested in who or how many we are. When they do just for fun of you.
Creel has not really ever know, is too stupid, he never bothered to understand me or my brother, and also trying not succeed.
Jean-Luc got there now and has never hesitated to use it, speaking in favor of Creel when he and I had the fighting. End of proof is not nice with cruel indifference, It strikes where it knows that the enemy is weaker, or rather, where it is more tease. There
I'm wrong, if he does: I pissed like a hyena, is different. When
The Creel and have their disagreements, the intervention of mine and a lot can change Por the situation. If we keep quiet, It does not heat up too much and you survive, if we do pull in there is the risk that a small disagreement degenerate into a real fight. Bron knows this very well, and I am uneasy peace which does its best to get an escalation of hostilities.
is called 'Stone' meaning both, with indifference, it is generally the best way for us to nerves, although it is not the only technique used.
Jean-Luc can not start first, but always adds fuel to the fire. And there is much more successful than you think Creel.

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[101 prompts] [16. time]



Side [A / C] unbecoming / Ridiculous.

knows she [16.tempo]
The ticking of the clocks of the stifling house, with a trembling hand, seeks to enlarge the collar of her dress, but refuses to give the fabric stiff. Always, in all the rooms, the noise follows, chases, reminding her that time is running and will not let his son forever. The woman in the chest tightens the least of his children, and try to breathe deeply, to calm down. Not even in your bedroom get rid of the echo of the hands and practical spirit of her husband, who wanted to watch anywhere, because time is precious and to be late is unacceptable. All this he knows too, but unlike him, it's not always know the time that helps. Tries to contact his sister via FLoo, to go out and get some fresh air, but apparently not at home, and not be to get anything in the garden of the enormous and decrepit Manor.
'You can not always keep with you'
Remembering the words of the irate husband suffocates her, she is well aware of all this, but she could not bear to be seen to take away the last child.
Locrinis has three years now, and it's time he started to understand how the world works, or at least see it, in short, it passed under the control of his father to 'learn to be a Cradlemass'. But his mother could not stand the idea of it becoming like his older brother, though far more polite, quiet and content, and averted her husband to leave him. After all, what is the third heir? The other has not already? This may not leave with her?
front of his wife in tears, the man withdrew his intentions, but throwing words full of anger, as if they consider stupid.
clocks are ticking. The woman holds her son to him, as if it were oxygen, and cries.

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[A / C] [52. lessons]

Prompt: 52. lessons

unseemly (A)
One of the other people who Camber Locrinis was not smiling. If someone if
I noticed, not commented on anything, only their mother, at times, told him not to mistreat the child, although always with a smile that softened the rebuke that, after all, that he did not want to be.
Their mother had always been, in the eyes of Albanactus, the quintessence of femininity: small, quiet, modest, unassuming, fragrant, sweet, sometimes sad but never for something specific or imminent. In a sense, vague, their mother, with her kisses on the cheek just mentioned, its smooth and light but warm clothing, heavy forms, his eyes wet, his hands still. A woman who was lit with love for her husband and children, and always shining, even if distance. More than once he had intended not to use stock from a distance, without approaching, as if that intimorisse the eldest son, as if he could not understand it. Albanactus not remember, however hard he tried, at a time when he did something to drive away the woman, or for hunting, or had suggested such things even if inadvertently, and had become a mutual misunderstanding, even though so filled with love.
The relationship with his mother Locrinis was completely different. Albanactus he remembered with a child in her arms, around her neck, intent to cover it with kisses, a cuddle and stringerselo him, almost frantic, as if at any moment someone had to take it away. When her husband and two other children returned home, after a trip to Diagon Alley, the look and the woman's words were directed at them, but my hands were always busy stroking his youngest son, to hear him anyway his presence. Locrinis when he went to Hogwarts, their mother had cried every night until the child was returned to the Christmas holidays, after the woman appeared to have reached a degree of calm, but always welcomed him upon his return with a fury and a desperation that seemed to Albanactus contrary to his character, and slightly inappropriate.
Albanactus had the impression that even if his Father had ever tried to instill some good head on his younger brother, his mother would oppose with all herself. Probably due to this constant attention and protection of the woman, then, Locrinis had grown weak, frightened by anything, just as uncertain and inconvenient.
And of course, laughed at Camber.
Camber, who smiled peacefully at the age of eight years in the world, his brother laughed so ill suited to the family philosophy, but tolerated by their father, and then also Albanactus. Locrinis he was clearly hurt and probably, when no one saw him, he went crying to his mother that if it were someone another might have also been influenced by the husband, but this being the middle son said not to take it to the small and cuddled more.
Albanactus was supposed to be a way like another to grow a spine Locrinis, in spite of everything.
Despite being spoiled out of proportion, however, his younger brother always obeyed the orders of Albanactus without a murmur, and did so with diligence what he was told to do; Albanactus was relieved by this, because it would be irritating if his parents had to fight about the treatment of his brother. When his father had beaten Locrinis after the child was went to browse in a closet stupidly disturbing a Boggart, his mother had not spoken for a month, and was rather bleak. Camber did not react particularly well, perhaps because it was he who told the incident to their Father, and for a long time he had treated his brother worse than usual.
One question arises in the mind of Albanactus, when he thought the least of his brothers: Camber kept him under humiliating and laughing at him, but if you ever had Locrinis countered, reaching perhaps to offend him, would go against un'insubordinazione an older brother? And if not countered, how could he prove that he is a spine? Constantly swallowing the toad? His father would have called a coward. And let the curtain so, did not amount to encourage Camber to commit outrages on who was weaker, which seems rather unseemly?
Watching his two brothers, Albanactus can not help but feel frustrated by this dilemma.

Ridiculous (C)
Camber is raging and the only thing I can figure is that his mother has always refused to defend him, but no problem to meet with His Father to help the sgorbietto that keeps him, always near, and that fills them with attention. The brother who had everything by doing nothing, which has won the right to food, but they forgot all the rules to which all normal people have had bend instead, the special brother. Camber does not understand yet what's special about Locrinis (as well as completely fails to explain why Albanactus is also special in the eyes of his father), because his mother to treat him that way, because his father let them do.
And it is so easy to simply break Locrinis to smithereens with a few well placed words, or a laugh that makes him realize how little is special, what is ridiculous. And whatever his brother does seem designed to irritate him. And every time he steps away, every time it is increasingly angry with the child who can not defend themselves and not call anyone to do so in his place. Because the truth is that the most that seems to Locrinis is sulking, and never called his mother to defend him, despite her tears, and although she wondered if there was any problem, he denied ever saying that everything was fine. And sometimes
Camber is crying, and wondering why no one stop the massacre of his brother.

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[História tragic-family] D. Leonor

D. Leonor [95. deja-vu]
Brian is sick.
E 'fed up with Alice, who always cries.
E 'tired of having to call Brastias "father" and especially Sarah "mother."
Most of all, the crab is fed up with his "brother" who does nothing but run after him, and that his "father" clearly favors.
Brian still has not completed eight years, but has had enough of the House of Potter.
remembers with a certain nostalgia for a place where his mother took him, as a child. He knows that in that house lived a relative, perhaps by his Father.
Without fear, is from his "father" and pretends to be told who he was, the relative, Brastias wavers a bit ', but eventually reveals that she is the sister of his Father. Brian runs immediately to write a letter to ask if you can go and live with her.
When, at dinner, asked to send an owl, his "father" told him that probably a bird is not suitable, because her aunt is a Muggle. Brian is thrilled. Brastias kindly explains that his father was a Muggle, but there's nothing wrong with that.
Brian then goes on a rampage, yelling and screaming and declares that he no longer wants to be there because they are all hateful and Brastias tells lies, and that rather than go to live with her aunt Squib. James does not understand what happens, but gets scared and starts crying, now imitated by Alice. Brastias told Brian that if that's what he wants, can do it, but that's enough to disturb the dinner. Sarah is too busy with her children to say anything.
True to his word, two weeks after Brian packs her bags and goes from Zia.
- Blaise
timidly enters the house, all his belongings in the trunk of Hogwarts by her side. It 's the first time he sees the home of a Squib and a lot of things alien to him. The great-aunt welcomed him with a smile and tells him when his father arrived at his house with a single trunk. Blaise smiled in turn and tries to force himself. The great-aunt gives him the room that was Brian, but inside there is nothing that identifies it as such; Blaise hanging on the walls pictures of his family, and once again would like a brother or sister to keep him company. Grit your teeth and try to be as strong as it was his Father.
Unsure how to treat the great-aunt to dinner, makes the compliments for the home and the odd Muggle objects inside. The great-aunt tells him that everything is owned by the Zabini long; Blaise smiles at the thought that this great-aunt to share his last name, but asked why the house seems so little magic, if they owned for generations . The great-aunt patiently smiles and explains that the spell is on the side of his grandmother, not his grandfather's Zabini never been magical. The soup's
goes awry, and Blaise is lost in a series of coughs, not knowing what respond to this statement.
Later, takes his leave and goes to her room closed. With only the sound of the speaker box that reaches feebly, has never felt so alone in his life; Blaise crying.

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[Christmas 2008] [Side] The Tragic Treasury

The Tragic Treasury

Christmas gift for 2008 levy ^ _ ^; shortfic collection.

Claim: Blaise Zabini @ 3songfic .
Album: The Tragic Treasury: Songs from A Series of Unfortunate Events
Artist: The Gothic Archies
Traces: # 2. In The Reptile Room; # 3 The World Is a Very Scary Place, # 6. This Abyss, # 8. Smile! No One Cares How You Feel, # 10. How Do You Slow This Thing Down?;

Beta : aleenchain
Rating: R Prompt
:
- the table of the 101 prompts
- levy : 'Dirty Little Secrets'


# 2. In the Reptile Room: [79.spavento]

In the reptile room
Anacondas dance
Will They Be Our doom? Will we be
Their bon-bons?


His father speaks to him for hours on the nature of Pureblood family of England, even dwells on Stone, which are extinct; uses words worse for Malfoy, urges him not to speak to any Potter and Longbottom . Blaise know everything by heart, which focuses on butterflies in his stomach and does not care too much to his father.
Her mother opens her mouth only when they are already on the platform 9 and ¾:'s recommended not getting into trouble, make friends and, most importantly, have fun, he seems a little stiff, but he smiles.
Skip the trip to Hogwarts in place of the compartment next to the hallway, staring out through the door, he wanted to sit next to the window, but the place was already occupied. The other boys in the coupe seem a bit 'bigger than him, shouting excited and not know it, but Blaise is happy because at least did not bother them. Blaise
afraid to go to Hogwarts, but he knows he must do to become a wizard worthy of the name as his father says. Throughout the summer its Parents have discussed among themselves to understand that the House will put the Sorting Hat: His father ruled frowning Slytherin, Gryffindor has ruled out his mother, laughing, his father ruled Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Blaise hopes that at least he is willing, although not feels very logical nor scholar.
Against all odds, finds himself in Slytherin Blaise. The thought terrifies him so much that you forget for a few seconds that must stand up and go to the table of his new House. The teacher clears his throat and terrified him strip to the first vacancy, and all those in the first year they sat around him, but few seem to be hungry when dinner is. Among those who eat quietly there is a Malfoy and two huge guys that are next; Blaise, looking at the security that flaunts the child, would strangle him with envy. There's another that macerate their food by air between the weary and wary, oblivious to his surroundings, and one who eats with pique, as if it were a ritual, apart from these, they all seem more interested to know what else. There are two twins, a boy and a girl, talking to each machine and anyone who wants to pay them much attention, one that listens to them carefully, as if trying to dissect and fix them, and one that nods to whatever they say, a little girl that produces little shrieks all the time, sitting next to Malfoy, and another that looks like a troll, and all the other chatter or look around in amazement. Next to Blaise is a boy who sits silent and looks at the empty plate and the other side of an empty chair. None of those present seemed to him particularly sympathetic or friendly, so Blaise merely to eat and try not to cry.
The Slytherin common room is filled with menacing eyes of older students who set them: Malfoy and the child seem to be very meticulous well-liked, respected or at least, Blaise seems to be a mouse in a den of snakes. In his mind echoes the description that his father was always of the House and get goose skin. While sitting on the carpet with the other, wishing to be alone but too scared to move away from the fireplace, the boy who seemed annoyed at the table gives him a pair of eyes expressionless, but Blaise was too afraid to speak to fear and a smile trying to make him become a face because they feel the freezing of the facial muscles, a few minutes after another child unleashes a spell on the cat the terrible troll. While the beast screams and turns around on the floor as if they had burned, Blaise looks petrified, wondering when will be the same.


And you want to know Want to know, want to know Why I
frown?
Well, I'm smiling
I'm just smiling upside-down


# 8. Smile! No One Cares How You Feel : [12.vacanze]

smile: no one cares how you feel
be vicious, vain, and vile
everything's yours to steal if you just smile

When the holidays arrive, Blaise is so happy to go home crying the whole trip by train, he found an empty compartment and stands away from everyone before they make the travel making fun of hell. We are on track to wait for his parents, but Blaise just can not stop crying: his mother runs to meet him as soon as he sees and embraces him firmly, stroking his head and saying that everything is fine now. His Father was a few feet away and looks at them with disapproval, but then saw him stiffen and Blaise made impressive progress in their direction to overcome them. The boy turns around and sees Malfoy full horror behind him, staring at him with scorn, and his father is standing in front of Senior Malfoy, his wand drawn, and seems ready for anything.
'This is the loser of which I speak always, Father,' he says pointing at Draco, but with the corner of my eye keeps an eye on Blaise's father, worried.
His mother stands up, smiles and with a fluid motion of the rod throws a few spell. The tips of the hair of Mrs. Malfoy catch fire and the woman screams, starting to turn on itself groped to stop the fire that is growing rapidly. Blaise's mother laughs and, as Mr. Malfoy launches aguamenti on his wife, his son by the hand and materialize at home.
'All right, darling?' asks the woman to Blaise, placing a hand on his shoulder. The boy nods, then looks around worried.
'I'm sure your father will arrive in moments, darling, do not be afraid'. tells her mother, taking the trunk in his room. 'Or at least he would manage.'
Man appears several minutes later, half satisfied smile on his face.
'See why I say keep up the large, Blaise? All thieves, Malfoy ... '
Blaise's mother began to prepare dinner, shaking his head. 'You should ignore it, Brian. Not worth it '.
The man laughs, leaning next to her. 'Am I wrong or was you who set fire to your sister first?'
The woman smiles. 'His hair has always irritated me. Just like that .. perfect. Bah '.
Blaise, standing in the middle of the room, he can not understand anything, but one thing I know: when returns to Hogwarts, the kill Malfoy. His parents could also laugh about it, but he was not certain. What is missing in their mind? I do not know they do not mess around with Malfoy? Why did such a thing without thinking about the consequences of their stupidity would have on him?
'Do you realize what you did?!?' screams, beside himself, and the two turn to him, looking surprised. And 'the straw that breaks the camel's back. Blaise bursts into tears and runs to close in the room, furious and terrified.
A half hour later her mother comes to take him something to eat, he throws down without a word in edgewise, and it remains to stroke the head until sleep did not win.
The next morning his father treats him in a cold, but Blaise returns without problems, still furious at the mess they pulled her. After breakfast, the man goes to work, and his mother calls him in the kitchen with a strange tone of voice. Blaise obeys, but problems from the smell from her room.
The woman is standing in the middle of the room and motioned him to sit down and then imitates him, staring with a smile that does not bode well.
'Honey, so you can not go on'. she says.
Blaise raised an eyebrow and snorts. 'But are you?'
His mother smiles and nods. 'Even better. Crying is useless. I want you stronger, I want him with that you have now. '
Blaise looks surprised: usually these speeches makes him his father, not her, and usually does not smile at all.
'I'll teach you a little secret, darlin'. she continues, with conspiratorial air. 'Smiling is the key to everything'.
'Uh?'
'Smiling, dear. If you do, anything can be yours'.
'... do not see how I might want to smile'. Blaise responds acid, wondering if his mother knew something about the situation where he is.
'This nobody cares'. she replies with a curt tone. 'You smile the same. Just like that ' Out of nowhere he pulls out a half-smile that Blaise looks puzzled, not seeing anything special.
'Test'. orders. He tries, but she shakes her head to the result. 'Pathetic'. Blaise
growls and the woman stood up, slamming his hand on the table. 'No!' screams, and the child jumps. 'Never stop smiling. Please try again '.
'Why? I do not understand! ' Blaise protest, confused, angry and slightly scared.
'Cause if fascinates people, make them do what you want, darlin'. said his mother, with a sweet tone. 'I have not taught good manners at all. Proves to be at their same level, affascinali, stregali and leave you alone. Adore you '. she leans forward, looking straight at me. 'Next, I know you can do it! You are a beautiful boy, baby, you took from me and your father. You're smart. I know you want it, I know you'd like to have them at your feet '. He pauses a second to give emphasis to his statement. 'I know you can do it'.
Blaise blinked, momentarily blinded by what he is proposing his mother. Then he nods, while unconsciously heaved the right corner of the mouth.
She squeezes her lips and stood up. 'I will not let my son you do put your feet up in the head by Malfoy. Get a mirror. Before the end of the holidays you will have learned everything you need '. When the child
up to go and look for a mirror, she turns toward the kitchen window and mutters to herself: 'And they'll compete to please you'.

Dignity have you not?
have you no sense of style?
'll never be pretty until you smile


# 10. How Do You Slow This Thing Down? : [21. slip]

How do you slow this thing down?
How do you make this thing slow down? We tried to brake

By Saying: "Must Be Some Mistake!" Unsolved Problem

We said: "Do not Make Me Get Involved! "

is not easy at first. Blaise follows the advice of his mother, but to tie his tongue, his hands sweat, and unable to smile. He seems to go down a cliff of ice, trying not to fall and the thought terrifies him.
Meanwhile, Malfoy making his life a living hell, putting around tendentious rumors about him and as a result, Bloodstone begins to bother him and insult him. Blaise ignore it, respond to insults, returned the attack, hiding where she hopes no one can see: nothing seems to work. In response
almost obvious, Blaise began to spend more time with Cradlemass, the boy with a friendly smile every time he sees him but, as time goes on more and Blaise sticks to him, and more Cradlemass seems uncomfortable. Not to mention that her brother is scary and Blaise always tries to disappear under the rug when she sees him approaching.
It does not take long to realize that Cradlemass is not in position to help him against Malfoy, and above all do not have any intention. Trying not to alienate him completely, Blaise begins to look around to find some better support. Sometimes I think I'd better stop, but now we are taking tastes, then do not want to disappoint her mother.
'back on someone who seems off-limits. Try luring her into his personal space there, people afraid to enter. ' he wrote the woman. Blaise thinks and it is clear that the best bet would be the older brother of Cradlemass, but it is impossible even to avvicinarcisi. There are nights and Sager, then. Nott is too close to Malfoy and Bloodstone.
After being left alone to deal with Crabbe, Goyle, Bloodstone and chrysolite, Blaise feel quite offended and hurt by not having to talk to Sager.
few days after he returned from Cradlemass, to his surprise he finds himself in a conversation with him and Nott. He realized that Nott had never made trouble talking to him, but he never thought it was so simple discuss with him. Perhaps it is not so unattainable a goal, after all, when, stupidly, I said out loud, it feels Cradlemass but merely smiled with the air of one who understood everything, and beats a hand on a shoulder, walked away without another word. Blaise then takes a deep breath, smiles and jumps in Nott.
For the first time, his plan seems to work. Nott follows. Nott puts commitment to be seduced. Nott kisses him. Nott makes him feel important. Nott to Sager growls, snarls at those who approach and convince even Bloodstone to leave him alone. Nott Blaise decides everything for him but we hear no protest, and nestles on the bed next to him. But sometimes
Blaise afraid. He is afraid when Nott holds firm and does what he likes and when he gets angry because Nott saw him laughing with someone else when he can not stop Malfoy Nott, Nott and smiles when he sees it without thinking and the beating of his heart accelerates. But above all, afraid when Nott Blaise kisses it as if it were important to him to kiss and when night as if there was anyone else on this earth. Every time he touches Nott, Blaise and feel the reality that are beyond the control of the hands.
Or is it just the earth that slides out from under their feet, and who knows what he's doing it in reality.

We tried to slow It down
By shrieking: "no, no, no!"
We tried to halt
By whimpering: "it's not my fault!"
It's not fair
We've tried all kinds of prayer
We've tried science
It sped up in defiance...


#3. The World Is a Very Scary Place: [59.tensione]

The world is a very scary thing, I find
It curled all my toes and it's curling my mind
When I was young, my study was candies
But they attract tarantulas and bees

Blaise wrote home of the Tournament, even if he goes to see the evidence against his and his last wish is that there are dead. She also writes of how Mrs Nott has died during the Christmas holidays and Theodore has not taken well. Does not mention the fact that she ignores him completely, worried and angry as it is, or how he hurt us is falling, but leaves enough clues in the hope that his mother understands.
The answers are receiving more and more strange. Initially, this is very vague brief missives, which completely ignore what he wrote, later, the tone becomes somber and tense. His mother is worried the work, be sure, not to trust too much of anyone, not to leave the dormitory in time for curfew ends to explicitly request that he come home for Easter. Blaise
obeys without getting too many questions but the answers come the same.
The first night he spent in his mother's family speaks of the great-aunt Leonora, the sister of his father's father. Blaise did not even know the existence of a relative Zabini, and does not know how to take the news. His mother continues saying that, if ever anything happened to her and Brian, you have to go to that great-aunt, must not trust any of his aunt and Narcissa Malfoy.
'And I would also like to see' Blaise blurts out, but his mother silenced him with his eyes.
'I'm talking about seriously, darling. If anything happens ... '
In that, his father enters the kitchen. 'There is nothing will happen'. states, putting water on the fire and pulling out of a drawer. 'Do not scare him at all.'
'Brian!' exclaimed his mother, standing up, clearly disturbed. 'If you accept it ...'
'Shut up!' his father roars, turning furious. 'If he is here, I'll destroy it!'
'You what?!' Eve screams back, bursting into a laugh filled with anger and derision. 'Are you crazy?!'
'He belongs to a poor withered branch of the family. I am the heir! ' Brian responds with equal fury.
'This not prevent him from crushing idiot! We are talking about You-Know-Who, not passing the first Muggle! '
Blaise, who already watched the scene frightened, you feel bad just hearing the name. '... What?' mumbles, not believing her ears.
'Honey, listen'. resumes his mother, turning toward him again. 'The shadows are beginning to move, my, how many years ago when you were young. If ever anything happens to me and your father goes by Zia, okay? ' Blaise
nods, but this speech does not like at all.
'I fear that the world is to become a more dangerous place than you have ever known, my dear'. Then she whispered, placing a hand on her shoulder and pressing her lips.
'Do not be silly'. he blurts out his father, now pouring hot water in a teapot. 'You'll be fine'.
Brian supports the teapot on the table and places three empty cups in front of the child, then watching him. 'Are you a Zabini. For once in your life try to act like one. If anything were to happen to something, hold your head high and represents the family as befits someone of our race. Descendants of Salazar Slytherin himself. Never forget that '. Blaise
swallows and nods vacuum. Eve passes a hand over his face pale. Brian will pay for the whole family.

The world is a very scary place to go It's
whorled and swirled it's like death
With lace, you know
You May Have Found My unorthodox views
But now the wolf is at the door - it knocks ...


# 6. This Abyss : [8. awake]

This abyss, this lightless void
This abyss of world destroyed
This abyss, all deep, all wide
This abyss of Being denied

Sleeping is impossible. With the sheet that covers the good and better, without looking at the ceiling to find the strength to breathe. The death of both parents was so sudden and without reason, that still seems surreal, the result of a hallucination.
Shortly after arriving at the home of great-uncle, the reality has attacked, but after it is destroyed is gone, as if it were a nightmare in black and white and gray.
Still, even his body seems surreal. She cried too much to go on, but finished the tears is not nothing left. Nothing more. Not even the memory of the smell of his mother or his father's hands get reactions. He has already thrown up what he had in his stomach, and then all the bile, and then there was nothing.
Every now emits a rattle, but can not hear it, and it remains only a vague vibration in his throat. Similarly, in a corner of his mind, where it bounces morbidly without hindrance, is the knowledge that behind the bodies of his parents there are fangs and the revenge of Malfoy. It is gray and black and white that echoes the thoughts of response, from a past now probably the result of hallucination: why did such a thing without thinking about the consequences of their stupidity would have on him?
It 's too exhausted to be logical, but still thinks his head and thinking you see dead. If the Death Eater did not end up in a few months, we think Draco Malfoy in a few years and is people who do not forget, as well as You-Know-Who, who has freed himself of his parents just got back. Blaise knows why, as he knows that's not long to live. It 's a walking corpse, essentially, indeed, when it can not do even that. It would
applications (such as his parents are dead, what has until now served live, because he) had it not too complicated, and so absolutely pointless. But the answers flow the same in his mind, as if they were slipping on the ice, without any effort. It remains to contemplate them casually and then, for the first time in many days he has a desire, born even that from nothing, but at least it's something. Strange, perverted, twisted, suicidal, but still something. If he had the strength, move your head to look around. He knows that if only he could get up slightly from the pillow and examine the corners of the room, he would see something crawling in the dark. You may hear a noise, maybe a crack, it is safe. If you could move around and look carefully, you notice it certainly is not alone; would see with his own eyes the death in person, and You-Know-Who's rise from the shadows of the room, pointing a wand at him and say those two magic words that would enable them to become anything like the rest of the world.
But Blaise does not have the strength to lift his head, or to see You-Know-Who in the room or at least hear it. And then, nothing moves, nothing exists. It continues to be Blaise.

Even in your bedroom shadow
There is something moving
but not in ...
this abyss, this all-below
this abyss, this death, this "no"

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[Christmas 2008] [Side] Yume ni Ai ni

Christmas Gift for aleenchain ^_____^.
Request: Albanactus / Naoise ; hashitanashi ; post-Jaala; Pov Double: Yume ni Ai ni
Rating: R side
title from a song by Junichi Okada, titles drabble ISI Monogatari.
Prompt from the table of 101 prompts.
3 triple drabble:

Title: Prompt	:
かいまみ て	[22. truth]
お も ほえず	[85. whisper]
なまめいたる	[18. vortex]

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[Side] Girl of Summer

was fourteen and a half, lying on the blanket on the grass under the tree, holding a half melted ice, his hair tied in bulk, the sun and the shadows on the face and had bare shoulders, the shirt and a thin smile, small but strong, like her.
He was fourteen and a half years and seemed born to live in the summer.

Compilation shortfic inspired 101 prompts.
Beta aleenchain .

Title: Prompt	:
Girl of Summer	[33. light]
Autumn Sun	[32. shadow]
Sandstorm on water	[74. pride]

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[História tragic-family] From Arte de Buscar Marida

From Arte de Buscar Marida [50. old]

Elaine Stone writhing hands, walking nervously from the mirror of his room to read, and vice versa, without being able to stop. He had just received the visit of his son John and daughter, who had announced the imminent arrival of another (or another) Macmillan. Elaine had rejoiced at the news: The couple's eldest son, Reginald, enjoyed excellent health, and a brother or sister could not but be welcome. The sorrow of
Elaine was his daughter, Sarah. Once, to marry a woman of the ancient House of Stone, the men lined up outside the door, his sister was married to a Malfoy, and Elaine same could be happy with their wedding in Macmillan. But now a curse seemed to have affected the family: His uncle, already magically weak, had raised only Squib. Even his brother had no children only magic. The only son of his cousin had been a Muggle in all respects. The magic seemed to be over, for Stone. Here is why Elaine was having big problems to find a husband to his daughter, who was no longer even in the prime of life.
The girl's bad luck began with the death of her fiancé and his brother, cousins of his cousin, belonged to an ancient family and be able to get a marriage with one of them would be a panacea for the reputation of Stone . Meanwhile, his cousin Eugenius Malfoy, any other candidate, had married a Nott, already pregnant. The other son of Malfoy, Julius, had made an unspecified fine, but the fate of the second son of that family there was never to ask questions. And by the way, the brother of her cousin Diane Malfoy, Crabbe Michael, who had fled with a Cradlemass, was found dead with his new bride that morning, the headline in the Daily Prophet as resting on the bedside table. I wonder if they had reached before the Malfoy or Cradlemass. Judging by the turn events were taking, probably Malfoy.
Looking on the other side of the family, the brother of John was already married, and with none other than a Snape. There was no competition, the family had become so powerful that it is the ambition of all. The young cousin William Longbottom was almost father and whatever he said Aunt Morrigan, Elaine of Bloodstone not even want to hear (not to mention that they used to arrange marriages between close relatives, were also true that the Macmillan, but it was not ever so close relatives and the girl if he could not refuse ... then be put to death, at least). Elaine
This left short of candidates. He sighed and sat on the bed, while once again fell on the Prophet's eye open, she saw the obituary of a certain Marjoram Potter, from the picture, the woman must have been about the age of Sarah.
...
Potter. What do you know them? Aunt Diana had married a Potter. This would make them close relatives but not too much. Parents with young children, perhaps, in need of care of a sweet and loving woman.
Elaine quickly grabbed pen and ink, and proceeded to write to her Aunt Diana.

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Pizza with peppers goodbye! Memorable quotes

sewn che sai, sei convinta ne, ne hai we provide you anni hai e anni di esperienza alle tue Spalle ... ma niente! Caschi Ci toujours!
case Nel mio albero della conoscenza è l'interpretato and hungry for a tasty slice of pepperoni pizza! One of the most ... I do not know how to report in text, the term ... imagine Homer with donuts here! is the effect it has on me!
not resist! E 'stronger than me!
And so, Sunday night ... between slices of pizza with his friends there was a pepper there all alone ... .. I looked tempting: I have eaten!
Indeed no! I've just eaten ...

because it tells all 'are sulfites?
Because even if they are greedy, I do not digest the peppers, especially the pizza!

Result?
Sunday night I dreamed that I was a masked ball, it seemed to Venice (maybe I was the Ju: D), I did not know what to wear then I found my star earrings that have become just put up pink and I have turned it into JEM!! Jem yes! Jem of Jem and the Hologram !!!!! pink hair, make-up to Kiss, 80's jeans ... stuff ... that trash!
the dream goes on around the festival, my body jemmosità spurted from every pore in the form of clouds of glitter pink and accompanied me to the dances the sexy professor of economics at the situation that was also gay and disguised as Robin!


say that I do well not to eat more?!?

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[Call] A fic for Christmas, anyone?

first I apologize if anyone has seen double post yesterday, but livejournal once again decided that they are not worthy of having a running journal in its entirety. = _ = '
Coming to the reason for this post out of place compared to the entire journal, yesterday I was talking about gifts Christmas alexbnr and aleenchain (approx. ..) and ISQU and pulls Remen and Alex won a fic.

I will now naturally ask whether someone else for Christmas, would like a fic (side).

If, Comment on this post with:
1. pairs or threesomes or character on which to focus the fic (which respects the coordinates of ISQU, of course: no post-GoF canon, etc. Within these limits, any character is valid, down from Loig Weasley; and any pair threesome is invalid, maybe segnatemi if you want them in a romantic sense or not)
2.
a prompt 3. if you really want, approximate age of the characters, or other data
4. you can ask up to 3 fic (I assure you there a while, then I committed to doing well the other ^^'''')
5. and if passed here by chance and not have a LJ account, please leave a link to where to reach you.

I do not know if it can affect anyone, but it seemed a good way to save money on gifts celebrate Christmas.

Should I put a banner, but this computer is color blind and I would not be able to understand what color I did =___=.


Work in progress (spoilers, obviously):

alexbnr : Theodore / Albanactus, NC-17: Namonaki

levy : Blaise, dirty little secrets: The Tragic Treasury

gkj : James , Sirius, qualcun altro, insulti tra amici ; heartwarming; pessimo senso dell'umorismo; rating a piacere; Meloni

aleenchain  : Albanactus/Naoisi ; hashitanashi ; post-jaala; pov doppio: Yume ni Ai ni
Harry/Draco ; " Humbled, it took this much to break down and understand / Spent half my life on castles made of sand /Tossed in the breakers in the palm of your hand / Now I can finally stand " da "Renaissance" Mat Kearney; post-Jaala; pov double.
Locrinis seen from the outside undeniable

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[...] a winter day, coming home, my mother saw that I was cold, offered me to take, contrary to my habit, a little 'tea. At first I refused and then, I do not know why I changed my mind. She went to get one of those short and sweet filled called madeleine that appear to have been printed in the fluted valve of a shell of St James. And soon, mechanically, oppressed by the gray day and the prospect of a sad day, I took it to my lips a spoonful of tea which I had soaked a piece of madeleine . But at the same time that the drink mixed with crumbs of cake I had to the palate, startled, alert to what was happening to me extraordinary. A delicious pleasure had invaded me, isolated, without the notion of its cause. I had just become indifferent to the vicissitudes of life, its disasters harmless, its brevity illusory in the same manner in which love, filling me with a precious essence: or rather, that experience was not in me but it was myself . I had ceased to feel mediocre, contingent, mortal. From where I was able to come this powerful joy?

Á la Recherche du Temps Perdu - Marcel Proust

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[História tragic-family] Dia de Bruma

Dia de Bruma [93. choice]

When his aunt and fled with a Muggle, the family thought it could not fall lower than this.
When she fled with a Muggle, her mother died of a broken heart and her father disappeared, probably back to the family castle, now in ruins, at least to die in peace.
Two years later, Marjoram is found to curse the fate widow with a baby just a year, thinks he can not fall lower than this.
Her husband left her enough to live on and a house to share with her sister Leonor, the two women also endure without the memory of man dear to both. Life for them runs quiet, though monotonous. Marjoram
But missing his world, after the death of Blaise, he has no reason to stay between the Muggle. Knows that to fit in every respect in society needs some support. He tried to contact her aunt Gardena, but the woman is apparently disappeared into the void, perhaps, terrified at the thought that relatives could take revenge, fled abroad.
His Uncle Peter still has not forgiven her for refusing to marry one of his two sons, as was tradition to have preferred a Muggle to them is an offense even more.
Marjoram is still considering his options when he learns the news of the death of his cousins in circumstances not too light. Consult with the sister what to do and eventually decides to put his condolences to his uncle, finds him on his deathbed, struck with grief and almost delirious. When the search recognizes to curse, but it is too weak and is forced to confine themselves to rail against. Looking at his figure defeat, Marjoram understand that human pain is due to much more than just the loss of children, what it has destroyed is the definitive end of Morlawn-Davis, which became extinct within two generations in spite of the careful marriage policy with scope for centuries. Marjoram feels guilty, once again, for his own choices.
he is about to leave, Lucie meets her cousin has not seen for several years, she embraces her and thanked her for coming. He leans on the arm of the to be her husband, and Marjoram can only envy. The two women remain in the closet to speak in front of the latest events, so Marjoram discovers that even her cousin knows exactly how they died her brothers. It does not take long to realize that there is something disturbing under.
Suddenly, a man of about twenty enters the room, Marjoram Eugenius recognizes him as her cousin, the heir of Malfoy house. Lucie looks down and spoke to him, only after Malfoy entered the room of his dying cousin dares to speak again. Reveals that the entire assets of Morlawn-Davis will end up in the hands of Malfoy, a decision by his father. Embittered, she wonders if her husband could not be a better candidate. Marjoram is asked instead what he did Malfoy to get into the good graces of his uncle so much. In the eyes of his cousin, also sees the silent question on the death of his brothers, heirs. Lucie can not hold back the tears when Malfoy will also reveal that the precious relic of the family. Marjoram puts a hand on his shoulder and tells her to be strong but then, on the way home, stops to contemplate the Thames, and she can no longer stop the tears.
A hand stretches a handkerchief and Marjoram takes it without thinking. The man who it to him port the smiles, with a vein of melancholy.
"Miss, she makes it even sadder that foggy day."
"Madam, please."
Marjoram replied without taking his eyes from the P embroidered on the handkerchief. Parkinson, perhaps? Potter?
Suddenly, the pieces of his puzzle confused recompose an image clear and revealing.
Brian can not claim any right of inheritance Morlawn-Davis, but a child could Pureblood.
The man has already apologized and is going away, when Marjoram stops him.
"I Excuse me, but I thought to my deceased husband. Generally are not as sharp, Mr ...? "
He smiles again, although with slightly confused expression.
"Potter. Brastias Potter. "

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[Fan-a-thon] [Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson: failed projects] [101 prompts] [3. color]

Prompts: @
fanathon : Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson: failed projects (not as a couple, at most one-sided) @ 101
prompts : [3. color]

Notes: Character death, freely inspired to ' I fell, giving the arm, at least one million stairs '(Montale). Lithograph of the banner MCEscher.

weight on one arm [3. color]

Technically, it was his cousin in the fourth degree on both the paternal maternal essentially, was the daughter of a friend of his mother, in practice, had grown up together. If the sticking points
him, hanging on his arm, attached to her dress, in all the big events of his life. With the constant chatter that distinguished her, had always filled the gaps around him. Just as now, a multitude of colors that fills the stuffy white surrounding her. Black church, white coffin, white death.
comes as a nightmare, the news of the massacre of the disease, but does not end with a wake. As a part of Draco simply trying to realize that in that box of white wood is Pansy, another can not stop to wonder why all this happened. Once again in his life, Draco swings on site and on its sides there is only emptiness, but today there is vacuum in the back, where no weight familiar and comforting the friend. His parents did not come to the funeral, and even this Draco asks why. His mother has said vaguely that it was not prudent, his Father did not respond. Not even when Draco asked him the reason for the death of his father Parkinson said, and he only told to stop thinking about it, because they would have found another girlfriend, and the problem would be solved.
Pansy loved the flowers, like all women, even though he had never understood anything of their varieties, the symbolic messages they bear, matching their you could do, or how to arrange them. Pansy liked them instinctively and with something wild, without thinking, without attacking a poem. She loved roses like daisies, the Erika as the lily, without understanding very much, but with force. Draco then had to have a cascade of colorful plants of all types, chromatic waves, all around the white coffin, and none had they stopped, and he thought that Pansy would be proud, to see filled with flowers, and would started to laugh with that voice shrill and annoying that he gave so much trouble. Why he had never got the flowers, so far. A strange feeling of calm pervades it, the thought that Pansy would never obsessed with her laughter, with its constant weight, taking his arm even though he gave it to him, taking freedom even if he tried to stand aloof .
In a corner of the church sees her aunt and grandmother Pansy arguing heatedly even though in a low voice, the older woman weeping uncontrollably, but has a certain urgency in the way of doing that also troubled Draco. Indicates the eye to her daughter, who turned briefly to look at him and then shakes his head, as if she had said something absurd, then the arm and take the door off. When the two women disappear, Draco realizes that the church is half-empty even if the last few minutes at the beginning of the function. Despite Parkinson mother's side have not many relatives out of Azkaban, it is strange. Draco begins to understand what he meant his mother. The white marble
Church irritates him. The Parkinson remembers the staircase of the house, where he and Pansy have fallen far more than a million times, she always hung on to his arm strength, he always annoyed by this or that reason. A Pansy liked to talk about the future, as they came down, spoke of the magnificent gardens that would grow around the Malfoy Manor, of how he decorated his living room suite, as Laith and her husband would invite to dinner the first Thursday of each month, as absolutely not going to dinner by Nott (generally open a parenthesis here about how unbearable it was night, and to what his brother was a salt cod) and various descriptions of the life that they did. Draco had learned to associate each project to a very specific step of the staircase, according to read the grain of white marble, and as he descended the stairs with his head down, regardless of his surroundings, she was driving in his footsteps and encourage him. Over time, Draco had realized, almost unintentionally, that Pansy never spoke of the family who would build, did not mention children, did not describe bedrooms, not even touched the subject of smear. To hear such talk, which seemed to have inherited Malfoy Manor without even marry him. Draco was surprised not to hear her speak mainly of the wedding party.
In a sense, now regret not having ever asked the reason for this oddity, but now that all plans had a strange feeling of calm pervades.
The idea of traveling the back staircase of the house Parkinson made it feel unstable, however, still in place and swing, instinctively looking for something to lean on, the weight that usually keeps him anchored to the ground when he loses his balance. The family of the late lamented
enter: Aunt Pansy with Vincent and her husband, the grandmother Lucie Parkinson. Draco realizes that they are now the owners of the house of Pansy, the staircase and all the little dreams related to each step.
White suffocates him, despite the artfully arranged flowers. Pansy perhaps they would Tracks in bulk rather than in waves of color. Knowing that he had saved from the aggression of the usual high-pitched voice, Draco feels pervade the stillness, and now finally vacuum, both inside and out.

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[101 prompts] [38. where?]

Table


[38. where?] Here
Tintagel is launched in the chair beside the fire, exhausted, with his last strength he slammed the door behind him, but not interested if anyone has heard. Inhale the scent of familiar pillow on which rests her head, closes his eyes and try not to think about anything.
It 'been a busy day, preparing for the marriage of his father has not directly involved, but it certainly could not miss the ceremony. There 's been dressed in black, not feeling quite ready to leave the memory of his mother. Or at least, this is the official version: Tintagel knows that as soon stopped mourning her father transmit motion in the organization of her marriage to Mark Bloodstone. In addition, he hoped to pass unnoticed as possible and not get even remotely compete with the bride, not attrarsene hatred.
The girl, Joanne Rosier, with less than ten years her senior, was all smiles today, and seems really happy with their marriage, Tintagel is sure that the assets of the night does not a little throat. He comes from a family Pureblood by just three generations, but it is the nephew of Uncle Hugh, also, his sister is the wife of Uncle Hugh, so it must have seemed suitable as a bride. The Rosier family are over, after their son died in the war, so at least the females are good gamble.
are also closely related to the Cradlemass, he thinks absently Tintagel, nibble a cushion from which to sprout feathers, even if it's something that goes back four generations ago, or when there were only Halfblood Rosier. But probably the Cradlemass do not think about these things.
The lounge opens door and enters his brother Tintagel remains on the carpet, leaning against the chair, too tired to get up. Theodore sits on the couch.
'I was looking for, Sister. All right? '
She laughs. 'Where you thought it could be?' Serious back then. 'Yes, I'm just exhausted'.
Theodore nods. Tintagel is
stands up and calls his elf home, to have tea. Then he sits in the chair.
'What do you think are your plans now?' asks his brother, staring into the fire.
'Replace, I suppose. You just have to see how long it will '.
Theodore nods again, then gets up from the couch. 'I'm in my room, if you need anything.'
Tintagel gives him a look tired, and does not understand why his brother has come, or because it is already going. 'Alright. I'll stay here '.

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was a very nice office ...
No drawers, no trash ...

But he was very handsome ...
temperature below zero ...

But he was very handsome ...
to temperatuuraa ... below zero!


* brrr *

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laughter between the lines of a faccialibro ...


N: "think of what to cook Saturday night for the whole crew!"

Silvia / Syz: urca! Rubber & Associates have for dinner? : P

N: 15 counts including 10 people who eat more or less like Rubber,
especially those ... and I'm not sure Anna Moroni even less Sanji! XD

S: Ostrega! xD you make a dumb! : D

N: and why should I make a dumb ???!!!! XD XD XD XD



... we have other things in Serbian and in Croatian. ..

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Who celebrates and who is not ^ ^

I wanted to post the video itself, but today technology 1 - 0 Noemi
... so ... I put the link, tie!

www.youtube.com / watch

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After nearly a year of inaction, I believe!
I must get back to studying!
short, you can not drop everything to finish the four exams (ok, call brought her whole goal of this thesis is a great compliment)!
Or at least I will try again in November should be the advance of the session and I must prepare for the blessed examination of Anglo-American literature, then leave for the three "delightful" Stories like closing parenthesis!

As my friend Linda said of Milan insist, persist, reach and conquer! :)

Before closing I would remind you one last thing that I consider very important.

October is almost over, and as many know is the month dedicated to the prevention of breast cancer.
With this I recommend to all women and girls who are reading this post, as a popular spot reminded us, prevention is better than cure and that is especially true that it is often said "it is never too late" but I would add that it is never (even) too soon to start making controls!
always better to be a little more scrupulous than relying on numbers statistics not!

I recommend you visit:

www.nastrorosa.it

or

www.lilt.it

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It 's normal that you wake up in the morning head this song?!? O__O

T: HULA! If you want to eat a bit of flab come here!
Eat this friend because he is just a taste! As good as he
preoprio not there!
If you sit in a row it's up to you!
you hungry?
P: Yep yep yep T
: bacon?
P: Yep yep yep
T: E 'a pig!
P: Yep Yep
T: You can eat it too!
PPPUUUH!

If you do not say anything you refresh your memory ...
"Pumbaa, all I think it turns into gas!" XD

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will was a question at a Millionaire the other night, maybe it is a character that I always liked it, so strange, lanky, a dreamer, maybe it was too funny cartoon in the implementation, maybe I will not need to believe be the only foolish dreamer in this world ...
Well I decided that my new goal will be ...

read Don Quixote de la Mancha!

"Power is the history of human garbage

and although we are only two romantic
scrap
still spit in the face of injustice

day and night are the big
of La Mancha Don Quixote and Sancho Panza "

from" Don Quixote "F. Guccini

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" Beauty is a prisoner

lalala, lalala, lalala

has a name that scares

freedom freedom freedom ... "


from " year of the Lord" (1969) by L. Magni

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N: "Where's the remote?" * after I sprawled on the sofa
* S: "Do you have a genius?"
N: "No one ... THE SKY remote control"
S: "It 's there on the couch .."
N: "But it's far!" * Fixed disconsolate sofa the other 1 / 2 meter complaining
* S: "No!" Lift your ass and take the gold! "
N: "But I'm staaanca ... and my ass is not gold ... now I have an ass .... and pewter pewter weighs ... and then I always be sitting .... pewter square ass ... "
S: \u0026lt;__ \u0026lt;'N
: "Oh God ... I actually said that I have a pewter square ass? I really say ?!?!?"

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"Never let anyone tell you not to be able to do something, that what you want is out of reach ... If you have a dream, you have to protect. If you want something, go and Pursue"

We all have a dream ... I being a dreamer I have perhaps too many chronic and most impossible (see under "Discover the world of Potter exists" )

finalmentre I can join the club of those who have made one, I can finally breathe a nice line up ...

Take a ride in a Ferrari And Ferrari

! Gorgeous F430, red, beautiful, roaring ... When I look back I vinene that stupid smile of children ranging Disneyland!
Sitting on that seat ... hear all those horses rumble right in the heart ... an emotion indescivibile! When I looked down drunk! Really! My legs were shaking, I can not stand and spoke in a trembling voice and no sense! !
Many curves and straights I have not even glimpsed: I do not know what he was going, but feel that music is music ... because the Ferrari people ... was the most exciting thing that ever happened to me so far!

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I found the link in the Blog Capracotta (friends of Simo willowshine : P) and I enjoyed to do so mindful of the play that was similar to elemeentari on scraps of paper torn from exercise books!
The result is nothing short of hilarious XD XD

		I will marry Giuliano.
		After a wild honeymoon, We will settle down in Cork In Our fabulous Mansion.
		We will have 7 kid(s) together.
		Our family will zoom around in a Rosa 500 .
		I will spend my days as a Mantenuta , and live happily ever after.

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Urca!
It 's been so long?!?!

Well excuse me ... but I'm still alive, I am a little crammed in this period!
A brief summary? Ok
: then the course of web design is gone [hymns of joy rise up from my neurons], it is only two weeks and the afternoon lessons seem already part of another life!
Meanwhile, apparently there were elections [noo! Come on!?? You know I did not notice anyone?!? ò___O] and I was named after scrutinizing my seat! It 'been a really interesting, maybe because my seat is a little ... I would say a car seat! [bhwuahaha how nice]
millemila But the papers, envelopes. stamps, stamp, signatures, firmette, minutes etc etc. .... I have confirmed once again in Italy because the statute is always so difficult: we have a bureaucracy and masochistic self-defeating, I tell you!

rest And now you think? Vah ... But then that would be Naomi?!?
Of course I started the stage !!!!!
I'm happy like a rabbit in the spring! Ilaria and I we ended up in a design studio here in the area: I could not believe it!
's beautiful ... that's all I want, I always wanted to do: play around with computers and graphics, even photoshopped ... and now I'm even learning to use Illustrator, which down to earth in my opinion is a godsend! We are just
office charts for the first time in my life I have seen and "almost" used a stylus with the touchscreen enooorme!

*_______________*

I'm happy as a little girl to Disneyland!

Other: No. .. I think I said the essentials!
Ah ... since I missed to register somewhere else ... I created my album on Flickr !
I put in the links!

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Ok, admits ... subliminal messages from the pre-Valentine's Day (like him ... "Then you pay the ticket" Me: "No come on, I'll pay it! If anything, then you give me gifts a bunch of flowers "or" Go as the flowers are beautiful! "," And I've never received flowers ") are passed to say in the face when instead of flowers on February 14 evening I found myself with a packet Kissing and Lindor (very welcome for charity) and he makes me totally convinced and proud (poor baby)
"So?" I've caught it? "
Me: ..." No, I wanted the flowers .. . but thank you anyway! "
Cruel? I know!
Cynical? too!
But nasty skunk! I never received flowers from a guy ... not even the pink Indian restaurant! Nothing ! Yet they are also been engaged for five years. ok, would be to gloss over the fact that it was TirchioMan!
However, over time I became much more 'selective and critical' and often the blame falls on those who really do not, just like that Saint-now with my current boyfriend.
But as they say: insist, persist, reach and conquer! At the end of my first bouquet of flowers I received for the Women's Day.
A beautiful sprig of mimosa with a long-stemmed red rose (s-sorry-if-you-little) and two white street in which I-do-ro!
But what I love him?!?

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inanza everything I changed layout!
was too dark ... well not now spurt light from all the pixels, but at least it's more fun!
Yeah I was there I also did my crazy introduction to the blog link and added two really missed: D
Before going to bed (given the time and saw the state that pay my corneas after 4 hours of PC would be the case) I really needed to add some of little things.
Alur ... before I would leave with the most important thing, as well as the most beautiful: February 26 at 23:59 Martina was born!
And you say ... stic ... and that is ... Who is Martina? Well of course, is the granddaughter of my boyfriend / fiance, who already has a 3-year-old to-do-ro (Giulia) but Martina is my first grandchild in a way ...
say it's beautiful, it is obvious: it is a doll, and I must say that the lungs have one! the nest could introduce competition to Mina screamed so much!
I, who love children especially love to give gifts to children did not wait for another 9 months. ^ ^
So this morning I got up early and at 9.30 am I was already in front of the shop Montefiore Baby & Kids to buy some nice dress, and after 15 minutes of research I have seen this and I'm in love!

Is not that wonderful?? E 'hail this summer ... but it will be perfect! Already I see it!
For Juliet instead I got an egg Kinder Maxi those .... oh well I digress!
Then what else could I say? Ah yes: finally, after not remember how long, I'll go to the concert of Subsonica!
Down My beloved gave me a Valentine gift giving away tickets for the postponed date of 14 March in Roseto! And I can not wait!

I'll have to keep me away from the stage, I would be able to get him in the trunk and Saltria pine Boost !!!!!
Ok I'll stop going to bed!

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Well, I do not know if that will make you laugh can make us laugh "native", indigenous people say: P But it's very nice to frame my beautiful region that is often forgotten by the rest of Italy, and sometimes we ourselves Abruzzo alas!

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BRIEF INTRODUCTION AND GENERAL OUTLINE
L 'Abruzzo is a region lying within the boundaries of Abruzzo.
is wet in the east by the Adriatic Sea and within the Montepulciano d'Abruzzo. Abruzzo is located in central Italy, north-central and central south, depending on how it makes him more comfortable. The inhabitants are called: Abruzzo, Aprutini peasants or (depending on who calls them as Ignazio Silone).
The main activities are: industry, agriculture, fishing, grazing, looking for European funding, farm, Project Financing, and any festivals.
The present administration is regional center, or so they say around.
The climate varies from area to area, every day, throughout the calendar year.
The main power source is pork, with immense joy of Abruzzo, a little 'less pork. Following the sheep on the podium fish, ostrich is not received, the hare (Mon leprosy (1)) follows.
The currency is being 'sold them' also called 'Euri', which in addition to purchasing power also confer prestige and reputation. In addition, if necessary replace any other unit measurement in common use. If you can generate ostentatious MMIT (envy)
The main sports practiced by Abruzzo are: Mon ball (football), lu Baska (basketball), the pallavvò (volleyball), lu baths (swimming), the fèscht ( the festival) and the cup (the alcohol). Some minorities foothills practice regbi lu (rugby).
Religion is Catholic, but is put to the test: in bars, soccer fields, especially in the ranks to the post office and banks. Banks are ubiquitous in the Abruzzo region, perhaps aided by a special microclimate of the Apennines, they flourish in cities (especially in city centers) in a spontaneous way to replacing other activities. (WARNING, to take into serious consideration: If you visit a city of Abruzzo avoid affection for any business and no employees in particular, since your return in a subsequent visit, you may not find it anymore.) For reasons closely related to banking , near a bank will always find an open bar.
L 'Abruzzo' strong and kind 'is very proud of its food (recommended), its wines (recommended), but most of his relatives (recommended), even if the claim to the Supreme Abruzzo is represented by Rocco Siffredi aka Rocco Tano.
The Abruzzo is a very people friendly, open, generous, friendly, until you know them.
The Abruzzo is touchy and if you read this guide leads me, and maybe you are angry as well, but maybe you are angry ... really would be a good start.
2 AND CAPITAL Proving Proving
The four are: L'Aquila, Pescara, Chieti and Teramo.
Dynamics Proving
- L'Aquila not mad at anyone, they mind their own business because so much is the capital: it's cold, is full of uphill and downhill all without a single play rugby, even old people and children. (If you feel during a walk from an old plate, rest assured, you are using)
The City is the center ... boh ... oh well much the same.
The capital if it is hidden behind the Gran Sasso and not bother anyone, not even when they want to hole in the mountain (or rather the like, is Spying). From what I can remember has always been there, still.
boasts: The fountain of 99 spouts, the fountain light (built to do round numbers); Collemaggio; The Forgiveness; a mammoth died and a Mario Magnotta live.
- Pescara mad at L'Aquila, wants to be the capital because she has the money, but the money still has not managed to buy one of the few things still missing: the Story (however you are gearing up, maybe if they borrowed from Chieti). For
Abruzzo Pescara is a city built in Abruzzo, Pescara for the Abruzzo region is built around Pescara.
boasts: A lot of money, a lot of choices, lots of shops, a lot of gypsies, a harbor, a Adriatic Sea; too many politicians, ironing facilities and a comedian 'Nduccio.
- Chieti Pescara mad at, because it would be and instead Pescara and Chieti. Pescara Chieti, however, is how, with less money and without the sea. Pescara in Chieti is like Milan is Milan 2. In each case 'chietino you eat, drink, and you mess'.
boasts: A little 'less money Pescara hotels Pescara less, less stores Pescara less gypsies, a port in less than Pescara, a sea in less than Pescara, some politicians in less than Pescara Pescara equipped as an axis, a stop over in Pescara and the comic 'Nduccio, which is common property and is protected by the Ministry of Cultural Heritage. (Zi and not touch!)
- Teramo angry with the Aquila, Pescara, Chieti, Rome and even a little 'with Teramo, why not the shit no one, because no Italian (and even entangled Abruzzo few) knows where it is and even less that is mainly because the province and leave a penny (except Val vibrato that Switzerland is the province of Teramo).
Teramo would be :
A-A any other province;
B-Val Vibrata;
C-In the province of Ascoli, D-
Switzerland;
E-A neighborhood in Rome;
F-All things at once, except Teramo.
has so little money that they must ask the entrepreneur to turn, which is often the same contractor who is in turn itself, through project financing, which translated into Italian to say: 'Come here that I'll make a deal'
It features: the Teramo sea that ends in Moscow (8 km from the sea, the only work that competes with the time of creation Salerno-Reggio Calabria), a 3,000-seat arena without the noise, the Schtanda (2), a mall 'in-false ceiling' and stage side (so the ultras, including a confrontation with the police and the other, they can also do the shopping), a future new-car theater, chiefly care of lunatics, and not the street. Teramo
However unlike the other provinces have the mazzarelle and virtues (3) and at least not in the Abruzzo nisciù beats. (4)


Notes (1) 'Na voting runs leprosy lu, lu na vote hunter' Once the hare runs once the hunter, saying
Abruzzo (2) To make way for the Standa supermarket (now Oviesse) , was demolished in 1959, the Opera House, built in 1868 \u0026lt;_ \u0026lt;
(3) dishes
Teramo (4) No