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Yesterday I and my class went to Rome for a self-managed trip. Yes, self-managed so that our teachers have decided to abolish the tours ... and so is the 4th game in the holidays to visit the capital!
Alarm at 5.00 am and 6.00 am on holiday!
course were missing Potato, who was still in his warm bed to sleep, Milena, with tickets for half the class and Estherina too late.
Milena Esther and decide to climb and reach the next stop on the bus received a series of insults from the whole group.
The trip was anxiety. You could not sleep because the seats were quite uncomfortable, but at the same time we could not stay awake at all, also the ringing voice and sprightly Francesca inciting all to mass suicide.

go down to Castro Pretorio and already we are divided: I, Andrew and Beatrice go by taxi, while the others decide for Metro.
get to Via Veneto and take to the Pincio, descending towards Piazza del Popolo, and while waiting for the other, we go to visit Santa Maria del Popolo.
arrive after half an hour and already we begin with the arguments: Ilaria
Pincio wanted to go and see Rome from above, but we were already down and we had made a long walk we were against, so after a bit 'we decided to go all in Via del Corso.
At the sight of those stores, the group has spread and everyone started to go left and right like ping pong balls.

We enter the Basilica of Saint Ambrose and Carlo and then travel to the English Steps. Here
Bea, as usual, attacked the complaining because he wanted to go see the Hard Rock, so changing the route we came back to Via Veneto.

"Let's go back to the English Steps!" Ilaria ago that he had already lost patience.
"Okay then we must get off at Piazza Barberini and go up the street perpendicular"
"Noo! That is not the English Steps!" Cesk ago (Francesca).
"It is Cesk! Shut up!"
"Nooo, there is the obelisk is the Piazza del Popolo!"
"I tell you is Piazza di Spagna hours that or I'll shut up gags!"
And guess what '... I had reason was the English Steps! (This is a 'celebration of the car My navigation skills).
"We go to McDonalds!"
"No please Mc Donald nooo!"
"EDDAIIIIIIIIIIIIIII"
"Okay Cesk that just shut up!" The
Mc Donald was the largest building in which I live and there was a large crowd of people to be afraid!
"Bea I go to the bathroom take the sandwich for me!"
"Yes, quite"

The row came to the entrance to the bathroom! I put on silent waiting, rocking the urge to pee.
Mothers with children who went on to say: "Excuse me, but eh ... little ..". The row
stayed as it was, people went into the bathroom but did not go out. I was almost on his knees for a full bladder. It was agony, and men and out of the bathroom whistling while I was sweating and a drop in a row thinking "you assholes just because you have the controller do now to pee while I have to suffer these horrible pains!"

After the agony of liberatami pee I go to the bar row: Bea had forgotten my sandwich.

Inside it was impossible to sit, so we decide to go to Piazza di Spagna.
for coffee and then immediately to the Trevi Fountain.
feeling a little 'as in Fellini's Dolce Vita we admired the fountain in all its glory. After throwing a coin on:
"Give me a picture"
"Yes, flip the coin"
"No I forgot his desire"
"Then do it again!"
... and so on .. delapidando an asset of the desire, the fountain and the pictures we headed toward the Capitol.
We visited the Church of S. Maria in Aracoeli and immediately after the Capitol itself, we went to the Imperial Forum, and outside the prison Mamerino We had a wonderful photo: hands in a row by the numbers from 3 to 7 ... the votes taken in Latin version of that described, in fact, the prison Mamertina.
Then immediately the Altar of the Fatherland and the Colosseum.
At this point we were about to die and we started to sit in front of the Colosseum for about an hour:
new photos, dances, songs and, finally, another sound fight!
The group splits up for various reasons and possible, and while I, Andrea, Bea Miles and we walk back up to Castro Pretorio, other people are opting for the Metro who for the taxi.

say that here is the real fun begins. We have requested information to the end even by colossal fool. The laugh was so much that we could no longer walk.
We had dinner with a flat bread into a bar and we hit the road singing and making fun of each other.
We rejoined the others and they all made peace.
at 20.15 and the bus back we appeared before as an angelic guardian. We shared with many new memories filled with laughter, joy, and so much, but much ... sleep!

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sensible

Everything is dark. I see only one light at the end of the corridor. I run to her I want to get to the end. I want to go out and be at peace.
Step by step, the breath is getting shorter, and yet I run. Yes, I run and I'll stop.
Through the darkness that seems to envelop me in a dream. The sweat runs down his forehead. I run and I will continue until the end. I press on toward the light that will give me peace. I know .. I know, I'll be fine when I arrived.
Fatigue me bend your legs, a tear drops from time to time and light, the light is there ...
now my legs no longer hold I go on all fours, crawl on his elbows.
The blood comes out from the knees, I do not see anything, only the light that is getting closer ... closer: we are ahead.
I see my picture set in a mirror: The light that all this time I followed was only a vague reflection.
'm too tired to take a new path .. stay here sitting in the illusion of a dream ... immersed in a world that is not mine. Dispersed between nowhere and goodbye.

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not do to others [STOP]

E 'has become my philosophy of life. Unique and simple. I do not think a person with special characteristics, its intellectual and physical nor (guardatemi. ..).
I consider myself pretty sensitive and touchy, lonely, self-centered and not caring.
But never, never allowed myself to be disrespectful. As already mentioned, the only pursue the philosophy of "Do not do unto others what you do not want to be done to yourself ", so I've never disrespected anybody and certainly not begin to do so after the many times that I, instead, I found myself instantly nell'incazzatura caused by little respect.

Some people believe that you are at the center of the universe, but the Catholic Church. Their egos so large in size, which probbilmente is a center of gravity (cited permanent) that attempts to converge the attention of the six billion people inhabit the globe terraqueous on them. I often struggle with these individuals, beings that often inhabit the world of architecture and thus may arhcitettura of the Polytechnic.
You can see them, you know, in the wake of their egos collide with each other while shouting phrases from the cruelty behind impossible for the correct positioning of a door and a window.
But back to us, we are so inundated with people who think of themselves all over the world to bow at his feet, that life on earth exists thanks to the movement of their finger and that our greatest ambition is to know . Here, there's only one thing I want to tell them NO!

I would have to argue this thing so much to write a new bible, but I think for now it is not necessary.
I just wanted to say that we are not interested divetarvi friends and discover your social life being thrown at the premises fashon that you attended. We are not interested to know that you spent three hundred euro last session that a psychologist, I guess it lasted for hours, and judging by your behavior has not sipped no effect. We do not care even a fucking mallet Not-So-Chi-fucking you've bought eight days ago and from which there are separate even to go to hell. I wanted to point out that last point has been reached in a condition where your golden aura that surrounds you forever, like the holy spirit, turned into the stench from the landfill.

You surround yourself with cohabiting winged, wearing clothes made especially for you by Jill Sanders in person and lost entering the classroom, a lesson with a pink clutch with diamond inlays, all this is granted. What the fuck you need caplestare people?!

The truth is that you are too insecure even for normal people look like. The continued safety and times thicker flaunt this "superiority" makes you too vulnerable but e. .. idiots.

Night
A.

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And what am I doing?!

Oh yes, I asked you all ... But what are you doing?!
In fact a blog is a little 'person, this. I do not know, are not so educated to be able to talk about issues large and interesting ... I'm not as concerned someone might think, but I decided that this space, however, that I now use as a vent, a small closet diventarà telling moments and feelings. What's new, you say! And I tell you that I'm going to add some moments of general culture and especially of my absurd love of women. A fag who loves a woman?! NO! I'm prlando of music!
soon with reviews of new and interesting opinions.

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Well this post is dedicated to a friend who turns 18 today. He is sad because
sees time run off the hands ... I think I'm wasting a life.
For me, he is living in the best way.
writes from the heart, and that in itself makes him eternal law all he can and therefore has a brilliant mind, a critical mind is not indifferent. He plays bass, he studied music with passion, comforts his friends, known to love so sincere.
Sometimes it is difficult and is too proud to admit his own mistake, but all this makes her "excuse" a word coveted and valuable.
Thanks. Yes, I say thanks for being there always, to be able to forgive me for my mistakes, thank you because you are a true friend and sincere thanks because no you're gone: Thanks to exist. Happy 18th birthday
BR1! I love you.

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Why ... when I'm behind the lens I see my world.
Before me is the reality, but the lens is interposed between my eye and what is the tangible world.
I put into place. Legs apart, knees slightly bent. My hands hold the machine: A ready to shoot, the other lens.
look good on my subject. I focus. And at that moment the reality is no more. There's just my world. Click
. Everything disappears for a moment. The time to steal a breath of soul. The air is trapped in the lungs, inflating them and remains there.
capture a moment that there will never be and will live only in memory. I take the lens from the eye e. .. everything is as before.

Taking too many photos. At that time are beautiful and full of meaning. Then time passes, they remain there ... everything changes and they do not.
You realize after a while that the photos you've taken the previous year reflecting something that now is no more. Here comes the melancholy
e. .. everything keeps changing, but they do not.

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The idea here is to Alexandra ... thanks! ; and public ...
There was a promise of dedication ... in my heart! Thoughts are excited to have provoked an avalanche e. .. roll, roll, there has been heading. I do not remember. It 'been a picture of a pair of eyes squeezed, but curious ... cowards once opened and then, Zacchi, closed. "In the end it went well." I heard that. With the moon rained in the evening brilliant newspaper articles. And interviews with hot.
It was worth it ...

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capture moments between the plate and iron deficiency

Today I went to the hairdresser. He was very
waiting for me, her hair was in total depression and needed to eliminate those peaks that unraveled branched, nesting, intertwined, proliferate as branches of my head.
I do wash your hair, then I sit, Assunta bestrides the brush cutter and start cutting everything and more.
hair dryer, it makes me a wrinkle smooth, easy-to-good girl and I was ready to go home.
of a sudden I check from behind a guy in his seventies intent to investigate.
"How old is he?" he asks politely. "17" I replied with a smile. Assunta
turns to the man and asks: "What do you mean you think this girl has iron deficiency?"
The man do more than "Well it's obvious!" exclaims, and I think "but what obvious? from what you see?".
"I think the girl here- is he still with that air of one who knows a lot-also has an irregular cycle "I am puzzled by the emergence
blush.
" True? "he presses, I feel embarrassed so I answer with a" ... already "
" eh sisi you see, "he says, and I keep thinking" but from what? "
Then begins his monologue by great actor. The bull's eye is upon him and all the rest obscure.
"Well young lady you see, she is 17 years old, has a skin stiffened by a few pimples here and there, this makes me think that she definitely will not have a homogeneous distribution and continuous hormone, most likely a girl will also be moody, his brain will not be enough oxygen and this will certainly be the door to a nice little girl ... I say that this provision ulterirmente somewhat sporadic, the hormones also leads to water retention on the buttocks, which will certainly not feel at ease with itself and cause a problem of socialization ... I think that if she had not a girl like that would be attractive even a few friends because her character makes it rather unpleasant ... but the new generation tends apparently knows no more privacy than once .. "I was nothing short
upset and while he was still rocking in her voice I thought, "Who are you? Who asked you anything? But above all you come to me to talk about privacy that I have analyzed all the holes of my legs without cellulite that I take it even jeans? you that they're filling these holes so many stupid things that I now have a bigger ass than Jennifer Lopez! You come to me talk about my friends and my good looks after me said that dead bodies are WHITE IRON DEFICIENCY WITH THE Big Butt pimples and cellulite ???!!!... but I'll swear I'll burn the house, you lame the dog and I'll kill the children! "
" But .. "
" Yes ... but if she interrupts me though! "he says with air impatiently.
" Excuse me, "I replied politely
... bla bla bla ... I think she still manages to fill its hormonal imbalances with its intelligence ... I think she is a girl, however brilliant, but it uses intelligence as a center of attraction and not as a communication tool ... blablabla "he continued with his jargon that great doctor and I kept thinking," What are you saying? But what does it mean? But you will not be bored listening to his voice ???.... but no! I can not go wrong ... so do the relatives dottorone and then tell me if my wife SI offers make up a prescription?! but should be back in Milan ... Tornaco "
After an hour and a half we were still there ... I am dumb as a fish and he finally ends up to celebrate itself ...
his foul language.
" You do not say anything? " he says with a satisfied air.
"Well said everything .... thank you and goodbye "I get up and I'm leaving.
Well, after all, also said that he thinks are a very intelligent girl, beautiful, two qualities in a thousand is not a bad result! ... but what I do not understand how he managed to talk for an hour and a half to figure out my whole person and to reach this conclusion only by domada, "according to her she has iron deficiency?"

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The lifeblood

In the garden had been planted a cherry tree, namely the previous winter.
The tree was grown and on its branches in the spring, was born a first fagliolina. Verde alive. She was so small and her eyes so beautiful.
They held each other tight tight. Following the tree was filled with other leaves. All beautiful, but none of them could compete with her.
The leaf, the first course, gave birth to the first flower. White. They were held tight.
Slowly the tree was full of white flowers ... but no one could compete with that first flower and leaves with his beloved first.
Gins then the summer, the flower, the first, gave the result: a cherry red as if they had never seen one.
was hanging on the leaves. All together not leave for any reason. Other cherries
broke free from the branches ... but none of them was like that little icing, leaf and fruit of his love of his beloved flower.
was the 'fall.
She was already the smell of chestnuts in the streets. Moisture came in the bones and all nature was changing its colors. The cherry
began to lose their leaves.
He did not care for them ... knew they were there just a frame ... but now the thought is turned to its first leaf, the green one vivid memory? He turned. It was still there was now a deep red.

"is even more beautiful than the first time I saw her," thought the tree.

The winter was cold, some leaves fell from the branches and the tree did not care, he turned his thoughts only and only its leaves.
yellow with sull'arancio.
"More and more beautiful," thought the tree.
They were held tight.

The wind was strong, some leaves fell from the branches ... He just thought its sweet leaves.
He turned to admire her but still ... she was gone.
was seized with terror ... froze the sap to the roots.
looking at the ground. There she is ... ... wet from the rain touched by the wind.
He looked at her and said nothing.
"I'll be with you again soon ..." said the leaves become dry.
The tree did not understand these words. The leaf was absorbed by the ground and decompose.
He spent the winter and the tree was always more ... sad without its leaf without its flower, fruit ... without his
He returned in the spring and everything came to life, even the tree awoke from his slumber.
invade ... He felt a new life as he took nourishment from the ground he noticed something different.
At that moment he understood the words that the leaf had given him before leaving altogether.
"She is back with me," he thought.

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In some places you can feel a strong spirituality, animals and human beings are like brothers, curious, we study and approach each other without a shadow of evil

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Delirium (who can read this posting seven wins in Latin) The final number

So today was the day like many others, and for that very reason deserves to be told (it is the days when nothing happens again to be the most beautiful).

So I decided to wake up early to finish to study physics, a field somewhat tricky, but when the alarm has decided to play at 6, I decided to take another half hour of sleep.
At 6 and a half times the alarm sounds again, but I decided to turn it off ... I have not the strength to open your eyes! At 7
get my father for making me get up in the room and decides to jump to fish on the bed. I do bear with the advertising of snacks, I head, rumbling toward the kitchen.
And here the first moment of terror, no coffee!
He had finished my sweet daddy. I decided to suppress my killer instinct and direct me in the bathroom.
finished preparing go out: the hair menopeggio bag slipped from one shoulder only because the other shoulder backpack was half destroyed, the shoes still untied for the haste and physics book in hand from which fly pages that end up fluttering along the stairwell.

Arrive at school, oddly enough time, and go down the hall.
My classmates are all well: I do not! I need a coffee! now!
but of course I forgot ... I can not take the money out of haste. Log
Professor of Physics who decides to spare, another preferred prey. An endless series of "bla bla" and various exercises that I do not understand, but I pretend to understand in order to convince myself to be able to understand!
I think physicists are all stupid, I do not want to be mean but my book says that:
when you press a toothpaste tube from the entrance DOUGH COMES TO THE PRINCIPLE OF PASCAL.
But we reason that an attempt to find an explanation for why a toothpaste leaves the tube is not well! But above all, should not have anything to do!
Think of a woman with three children who does the shopping, washing clothes, ironing, stretching, sewing, bring their children to school, the dog to pee, bring lunch to her husband at work, preparing dinner: There will never have time to think about crap like that! did not care to know why the toothpaste leaves the tube! He has too many things to think about and if maybe he thought the toothpaste also stretch the children, would bring the husband to pee in the park, bring lunch to Marari washed clothes and the dog would send him to school!
's why I think the physical, to be such, must not have anything to do!
However, flying over the next hour is to chemistry. One hour of reaction! I crossed my eyes ... were 9 and I was without coffee! my brains vomited blood, but the hour ends and get the range. I go out I take a breath of fresh air. Bea came to me and said: "Please, I suggest you question me now in Latin! I know nothing!" and I "Ok I'll quiet."
Back in the classroom and 4 girls are questioned in Sallust, I am on the second bench, the best prompter the whole institution!
Profs: "Beatrice cariora what does it mean?"
IO: "More care"
Bea: "Well it means ..."
ME: "The more expensive!"
Bea: "here is to mean more expensive"
Profs: "Exactly," I
"Fiu"
short so the whole question. Bea took seven and I felt just one Latin.
school hours end with an hour of history and philosophy with my favorite teacher, even though 2 hours straight of the same professor make you regret being born, always remains the favorite prof.

ride home was a series of ugly events: The Mother of soup with vegetables, repetitions of mathematics (finite repetitions have been waiting for 1 hour in the rain with mother of Jehovah's Witnesses who sought to redeem my soul from sin), talks with Professor (which after all went well, too bad for 4:30 in mathematics ) and it all ended with a discussion at dinner with my father.

After a day like I would want to throw hand grenades, but then I think the fact that often much worse than spend days and then now I'm listening to Kiss by Prince how can you not be happy?

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Hidden among the leaves

Hidden in the Leaves is the title and Link to this blog, everything is born by the name Hagakure, one of the many names that I use to hide my identity on the Internet, and Hagakure in Japanese literally means hidden among the leaves.

This blog was born from my need to score some ideas and maybe see these concepts from your point of view, do some advertising to my passions, including art, music, video games, movies and more, unfortunately I do not have much time to update the blog but I will try to do it;)

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At first glance it seemed already a woman. She wore her hair the best in the neck: color brown ramato.La mouth fresh as a daisy in May and eyes crystal prevented anyone from coming into contact with anything that can not affect its appearance.


"tonight you deserve the final number" had told her. 10 years who were working on at the circus, always waiting for that sentence. Finally the day arrived. Yet there was something wrong. He did not know exactly what it was, but it was as if he had no desire for that life.
The final number was the one who claimed to be a circus came to the end of his carrira, he learned everything there was to learn. Natalie
That evening he sat, as always, in the mirror. Taken powder, false eyelashes, lipstick (bright red, of course), dark pencil and placed it gently all over his face.
was ready.

"Ladies and gentleman for the last number of the evening we present the stunts on fabrics of our pearl, our May rose: Natalie!"
broke the thunderous applause of the audience and then: silence.

was at the top. looked at all from above. white light lit up her face. He left the music.
She gave up her body, totally supports him: graceful wrapping it between the fabric soft and indulged.
The music sped up his pace, and his beats were synchronized with those of his heart.
Il respiro si faceva sempre più corto e lei si sentiva invadere da tutte le emozioni possibili.
La musica cessò, le luci si spensero.
Natalie si voltò. Tutti gli artisti  scesero nell'arena. Lei tornò nel camerino.

"Lascio qui, su questo foglio, il trucco, il sudore e la gioia che tutta questa esperienza mi ha regalato. L'attesa è valsa più del sogno"
                                                                                                                                     Rosa May.

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Freedom

had told me not to, but I had this obsession since I was a child.
dreamed of flying and I wanted to do it freely, without invasive means too that keeps me from feeling a 'eagle.
was what I called it: the eagle.
I've never listened when you mock me behind my back. No, they did not understand and I do not care. I have always lived with only my dreams, I have always been enough.

That day, after months of research and information, I went to the top of the mountain. The cold air cut through me like a sharp knife face and my stomach twisted, I gripped bites of fear: she my faithful friend, always accompanied me on every trip, every experience, never leaves me.

The mist obscured the view, but I knew that mountain in memory, not even the most needed him.
I had also dreamed a thousand times: I knew every stone.
I tied the rope in the setpoint. Seemed to hold up well.
lit a cigarette. I like to smoke prior to any experience. Calmed me, reassured me, I rocked the mind and makes my body lighter. Every shot seemed like a breath of life. The cigarette was over ... the air just smoked it for me, I thought that maybe it was better that way.

I took a look at the still barren land, bare like me any reassurance.
I was well connected. I felt ready. I approached the precipice opened wings e. .. I became an eagle.

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Step-by-step how to do with Pixelmator gloom effect

In July this poster I designed for adv 70x100 cm as an historical re-enactment about the Battle of Pavia (1525).

It looks like a painting and it’s perfect for this old style poster.

Step 1. Open your image and save it as pxm. Make a duplicate of the image (Layers > Duplicate).

Step 2. Call it “contrast sepia gloom”.

Step 3. Open “Image > Brightness and Contrast”.

Step 4. Set “Brightness” -2 and “Contrast” +4.

Step 5. Open “Filter > Color > Sepia Tone”.

Step 6. Set “Sepia Tone” to 50.

Step 7. Open “Filter > Stylize > Gloom”.

Step 8. Set “Radius” 12 and “Intensity” 72.

That all! Save as jpg to share.

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The Wonder

always entered the room noiselessly. He sat down and watched him play. His hands were so soft keys, light as a feather.
He dared not speak, the atmosphere was talking to her.
He then rose, gave her a pat and left the room. Property watched his love object and expected him to return his gaze.
That time he got up from the ground and moved away. He sat on the stool and whispered a shy, "Hello" To his great surprise
the piano said.
"Ma. But you talk?"
"Sure What questions are you doing? "
" Sorry, "said the little girl a little intimidated by the response so cold," Forgive me, but I had never heard "
" Have you ever thought that perhaps I did not want to talk? "
" mmm ... no .. I had discarded this hypothesis ... and ... but why only now you decided to talk to me? Every day I come here hoping to get a look ... but you've never seen! "
" Wonderful! "
" What? "
" The answer to your question is: Wonder "
" I still can not understand "
" Until now you have always remained in the corner, waiting for me to call you, but never took the initiative to come to you myself. Today Read the wonder you did ... "
" Sorry to interrupt you but ... what is the wonder? "
" The wonder is ... it's like when you fall in love ... all of a sudden you're happy, it can take a moment or a lifetime, but you're happy ... it's like ... like a Christmas gift unwrapped with your family ... like when a friend gives you his confidence is a surprise. "
" Ah ... I begin to understand ... "
" The wonder is seen from the eyes, but you have to be careful ... "
" Why? Can I become blind? "
" No, absolutely ninth ... ... your eyes are so pure, you have to be careful because the wonder, over the years, she flees "
" Where are you? "
" In the wind too many ... the freezing winters and sweep away "
" How can I prevent it? "
" Play "
" But how? I do not know how to play! And then what ?..."
"Well I can teach you ... and you can play whenever you want ..."
"Really?"
The child and the plan so they became secret lovers. Every day we consume the their love and soul of the small melted the harmonies of the plan. Time passed quickly and envious tried several times to steal the wonder, but could not ever. They belonged to you. Love, you know, overcome barriers, time and obstacles with his curiosity, surprise and wonder live forever.

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My love affair

I decided: I husband with my scooter! Yes
now the irrevocable decision. He has too many positives:
1. She takes me where ever I want and decide how fast I am.
2. It makes it clear: when something is wrong, change the tone of voice, no sulking! And if I did not notice: he becomes a different color depending on what you want!
3. I leave my space.
4. There's always when I need him!
5. Do not leave items of his property in my purse, than am I doing the opposite.
6. Do not betray me, never has any exit alone with him.
7. I expect all the time in the house.
8. I do not ever make haste with the usual phrases: "Hurry is late" or "But what does it take to go down the stairs?" or "Have not we find that after parking!"

Well ... it is perfect!

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sucre Tarte au chocolat and cafe

Thinking of French friends ...

Ingredients:

For the dough

• 200 g of flour
• 80 g of sugar
• 25 g almond flour
• a pinch of salt
• 120 g cold butter, cut into cubes
• an egg

To cream

• 150 g of dark chocolate
• 3 eggs (separate whites and yellows)
• 100 g of sugar
• 5 cl espresso
• 75 g butter
• 25 g of flour
• a teaspoon of yeast
• a pinch of salt

Mix the flour on the work surface, salt, sugar and almond flour. Here's the butter. Crumble ingredients quickly before it warms the butter. Add the beaten egg aside and work with your hands until you get a ball of smooth dough. Cover with plastic wrap and refrigerate at least an hour. Flour the work surface and roll out the dough until you have a disk larger than your pan (ideally a round baking pan with a zipper). Line the baking sheet and prick the bottom with a fork. Refrigerate for 30 minutes. Preheat oven to 160 ° C and bake the base of the tarte for about 20 minutes. Allow to cool on the baking sheet.

In a saucepan to melt the chocolate in a double boiler. Work from the egg yolks with sugar until they become white. Add the coffee, butter and melted chocolate, flour and baking powder and work slowly with a spatula. Mount whites until stiff with a pinch of salt and incorporate the previous year. Fill the bottom of the tarte with cream. Bake at 160 ° C for about 25 minutes!

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Step-by-step how to do Orton effect with Pixelmator

This is a way to simulate, using Pixelmator, a “slide sandwich” (a technique created by the photographer Michael Orton http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Orton_(photography) starting from one only photo and control and modify results till you like.

I like this effect, but not all the images work well as “Orton Slide Sandwich”.

Experiment with different settings, results change following files resolution and prints size.

For purists: using a tripod you have to take two photos, the first, sharp and overexposed by two stops and the second, out of focus overexposed by one stop, open them in Pixelmator and change “Layers” blending mode to “Multiply”.

Step 1. Open your image and save it as pxm. Make a duplicate of the image (Layers > Duplicate).

Step 2. Call it “screen”.

Step 3. In “Layers” change the blending mode to “Screen”.

Step 4. Duplicate this image (Layers > Duplicate).

Step 5. Call it “blur multiply”.

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The task of "history"

is study all day. I have the task of history:
"Yes, the wars of succession to the ... ... .... ranging from the Enlightenment and the great time ... ' Enlightenment .. ah then the enlightened rulers e. .. and who was there then? Ah yes Adam Smith ... a great funny guy ... then ... then ... oh well by know. "
Get to the point of no return. I close the book and I go to school, sure, even with some anxiety that there is never a bad thing, full of historical culture to unleash. I sit at the counter and enters the Professor of English. Without even say, while the teacher engages in the explanation I repeat myself in the head all stages of the Seven Years War. But then, who knows why, wars are always the most difficult to remember ... all those dates, those first strange alliances with France, Spain, England and Spain, then France and remained there alone and takes ... . (ok, without it I finish the sentence), then Austria with the West Bank and Kirghigistan, then Bridge with West and who knows PontePì Stages Tapperugia so on ...
the bell tolls. The benches, as if to tear off alone, you want to keep them together, but they do not, as soldiers are divided one by one and leave you alone with yourself. You watch your (former) classmate, and he makes you with tears: "Oh but if I do not know the one thing I ask you ok?" and you look as if to say: "Dude we're in this together ..." Log
Professor, we worship is a wonderful teacher, but before any of the tasks each teacher is a "bastard", not because it really is, but because he knows the answers to the task! ... And you the says! ... it's like, more or less, the nerd of the class in elementary school for the task was not to copy the tower of boxes, pencils, pens, erasers, rulers, and the port security pokemon put us under a bridge with the crocodiles. So
its task in hand and with a candid smile says: "Guys do not worry, do not worry, they are all things that you did, you have heard, it will be pretty simple."
And you already know that there will be a disaster. The task works like this, just to let people know, there are two questions on two completely different topics, they must choose one and describe it in 25 lines. That sounds easy but when you've studied the arguments about 8 chapters ... it becomes a bit more complicated. Skip
Professor and delivery tasks. Above, the first says: DESCRIBE THE MERCHANT THEN IN THE 16 CENTURY TALK OF THE PROBLEMS IT HAS HELPED DEVELOP THE OTHER economic theory and connect that develops in seguto to this.
The second says: TALK OF THE PHILOSOPHY OF MONTESQUIEU AND HOW THIS IS CONNECTED Enlightenment.
understand both the titles that we no longer speak of history. No wars. No massacres. No dates.
The first is an economy of text, which covered two chapters of the book, the question arises: "How do I enter 25 rows ???????"
The second was about philosophy! and at that point to know is "What I learned on yesterday? I must be wrong!" But no ... it is a task of story!
After a moment's hesitation I decided to play the second, even if I do not remember anything of Montesquieu, but I remember reading it, it already is nothing!
I look at the white sheet and I think I make a box ... where to start? THE NAME, of course! At the center of the white stands now the name of this great philosopher ... and that I kept looking looking for some inspiration: "What has done this?? I remember something about democracy, constitutional monarchy .. and that? ... that will be the timocrazia, no one was Plato ... boh theocracy ... maybe ... but what am I saying! Then I write timocrazia that always makes us look good. " and meanwhile something is done, I continue to think and like magic ... I remember everything! Yes I remember! and end the pattern, write a nasty, ugly, bruttissimissimissima copy and then rewrite it in draft. Ok now all that remains is the ultimosf ... DRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN! He plays campannella!
Disaster!
"Miss, if you have not finished transcribing the proofread draft ... do not worry."
handing the task, a bit disappointed for not being able to finish transcribing, and a bit happy after all that effort I remembered what he did to a guy whom I barely read his name. Nice work ... but now ... there is to wait for the rating! HELP!

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literary café ...

An important moment of the day today was the Literary Cafe. The
inform young people of my city is organizing a wonderful project to the rediscovery of the most famous ever written texts, analysis and commentary that comes from the mouths and hearts of the children who hear it.
Sometimes it happens that the boys have wanted to write stories and share them with everyone. The next time maybe someone will pay to continue the story in order to pursue a writing an intricate story, full of a thousand voices, written by a hundred hands.
I, as I said, I can not call myself a writer, since they do not think I have neither the talent neither the style nor the technique Franco Forte (yes, I know it seems a joke, but really exists, and today we read an excerpt from his book) defines it as the main pillars of writing.
The fact is that sometimes I feel so small that it no longer wants to take a pen in hand, but then the desire to write became so strong, so obsessive that I can not to refrain from using this great method.
To be honest I'm not even a big reader (and this can be seen from my use of punctuation consinte only in commas and periods) but when I read in what I identify with completely, and even when I'm reading the book is not more in my hands, my head continues to live almost like totally sucked from the story.
However, today we read an excerpt taken from "Recherche du temps perdu" Proust's description of the most striking example of meticulous and we opposed to a book Agota Cristof, a writer who has an Eastern-style thin that it seeks 'essentiality.
Frankly I find myself much more in the second, as his way of speaking from the mind of the reader more opportunity to compare the situation given in the book to real life, Proust is much more accurate and this allows the reader to "imagine" .
say that this experience has filled me the soul, the heart and mind of happiness is very simplistic, but I must also say that the comparison with the children and the reading of passages left me puzzled, because, once I regained consciousness of my littleness, as a girl, as a small "writer" and as a person.
hover in my ignorance, many times, not having to expose any kind of confrontation with anyone ... but this makes it clear how much more "small" I am.

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points Oversight

Titian and Caio meet:
T: "It was completely white ... white ... white!"
C: "No it was black I say!"
T: "I saw with my own eyes that I was white!"
C: "You are mistaken, he was black"
T: "It was white and had tiny black streaks "
C:" Ah then admit it was black with white specks? "
T:" Are you my Mother Coccione I told you I was not black and white stripes that was black! "
C: "But you heard what you say? see that he was black but had some very large white spots that almost obscured the black ... but it was black! "
T:" I said I was black with white specks "
C:" Well that was completely white I tell you! "
T:" NO! was completely black I saw him! "
and ended as well as ideas for reversing the fight again, this is the classic example of what happens when you talk with your / a best friend and try to bring forward your argument, but before the estimation of person in front of you and through his words you can change your mind ... but that very often the change too ...:) and maybe that's the beauty of ' friendship to be 2 but actually belonged to the point of sacrificing their own ideas for the other.