Sunday, August 29, 2010

Reviews On Barska Spotting Scopes

Post(o)

this Sunday's Gospel invites me, again, to be humble, meek. In this way you can find the wisdom to appreciate the true nature of things, without which everything is wrapped a veneer of affectation, of pride. The research should not be more targeted to the privilege, but the use, enjoyment and sharing. A certain restraint
allows us to remain in a position to appreciate and truly live our humanity, without it being confused by the actions and thoughts and actions induced by artificial needs.
is not a question of morality, Lorenzo. There are "good behavior" because it is right. The Christian, unlike other concepts, the law does not see the need to impose discipline, the rule for life. So much so that the only commandment that is "dictated" to update and break with the previous antiquities is: love. And love means probably give way to others. Let others come into us, but without forcing them to bend or to struggle to get into crevices and small blinds. The need to have a great mind, a big heart, the need to shut up and listen, understand and make it their own then leads to the opportunity to speak, and to let console.
is not the opposite of force, all of this. This is a non-violent force, a force that continues well beyond the physical removal and constraint, every victory, every invasion, every act of supremacy. The strength of agreement in the latter sense that they are not really generating human: what is human in a dead body? As c’è di umano nel riconoscere solo il diverso nei nostri simili?
Si deve essere umili, per non smettere di imparare.
Si deve imparare, per essere saggi.
Si deve essere radicali, per applicare la propria saggezza nei propri giudizi.
Si deve abbracciare la saggezza di chi è venuto prima di noi, apprezzandone la tradizione.
Nella staffetta umana non ci dev’essere posto per chi suppone di poter conservare un posto nella Storia. Un posto nella Storia non è un posto vicino a nessuno; è soltanto un’ipoteca sulla felicità degli altri, che alla lunga ci lascia soli ed infelici.

Sunday, August 22, 2010

Maxtor Diamondmax 21 200gb Enclosure

Sakinohaka

Voglio, devo, lasciare quel che segue alla memoria di qualcuno.

Gli Oscuri Fiori Che Voi Chiamate Sakinohaka
di Kenji Miazawa

“Abbatteteli! Abbatteteli!
Coloro che tanto hanno faticato giusto per andarsi a fare una bevuta...
Coloro che hanno tentato di imparare le cose del mondo, decidendo che si tratta solo di una brulla discarica...
Coloro che hanno eccelso solo per comandare i propri simili...
Buttateli giù tutti!
Esorcizzateli!
Ripagate il loro lavoro con il baccalà e la carne secca!
Dobbiamo forgiare l’acciaio della nuova generazione...
Dobbiamo sormontare la maestà azzurra delle montagne.
Dobbiamo ricercare il nostro potere nella galassia...”

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Caravelle By Bulova Antiques Watches

Mamma

"You and her eyes are beautiful too.
big eyes, eyes that are sleeping. Eyes to my eyes.
Eyes for new eyes. "

The time to go to the beach is only a windshield of television images: color on color, air entering through the windows, and your laugh for peaceful power, which is close to the half-closed mouth, eyes front, always in front. On your neck a string of pearls, and the seat belt. The momentary taste of two lips.

Mom. You're my mom.

do not know you much to predict, but I recognize you. It was you, waiting outside the cave. Your embrace is too large to enclose in your shadow; Your body is a soft spaceship to travel on the route of a warm sound, which echoes bounce in my chest, down my throat.

"There you are, there for me."

There is a cat, carefully scoop out the silence in the pauses between your breath and the next.
You let go of pain and fleeting thoughts of pleasure, in a melancholy memories of contact with the skin. Your eyes unseen, for now do not play to exclude the light trapped in a room dramatically within the usual concentric paths, so confident today, tomorrow as provisional. Your eyes unseen, for now confused shadows created by their features, which turn words and hopes, prayers and forgiveness.
You wake up in a room that can not grow more than this: we will do it, in his place.
I will learn the coordination of the steps, the grammar of my thoughts.
You will learn to look deep into your intentions, to seek the direction of effects.

"Lullaby of breeze
some are sad, who is happier
lullaby sing to the moon
who is gay has a little 'more than luck ..."

I know you're there.
I feel your big hand on me. I feel the shape of your fingertips all the time slip away from the side of my forehead. I do not count as your love. I do not count the most miei respiri; respirare non è più una novità, ormai. Apro gli occhi, ho paura che ti possano aver portata via!
E tu ti volti. Le tue guance sono pesanti, il tuo animo leggero.
Vedo scendere scintillanti lacrime di felicità per me.

So che ci sei.

Monday, August 2, 2010

Linsey Dawn Super Knockers

The Return of Lum



last trip I did in Tokyo in June, I saw the beautiful shop Kotobukiya, where they are exposed between the various new and classic statues, a statue of Lum with Ten with the pennant of the Henshin Tigers. A joint venture between sports and beautiful souls. There are similar cases in Italy? I'd like to show you the statue, but unfortunately I failed to even buy one (the price was not high, only 3990 yen), but to console you I send you photos of the new bottle cap, out this June. I'm not beautiful? For all lovers of Lum and Rumiko Takahashi, this is a good opportunity to buy something useful and beautiful at the same time!