Monday, February 18, 2008

Cardiac Arrhythmia More Condition_symptoms

The mystery of the children in the belly

Now I have to write a post on abortion because they told me because I want to write and write, but to speak of abortion is something so difficult that it makes me sweat. I, my greatest experiences I've experienced when I was young that I was in the mountains and once there was a woman who had four children, that at least two were my friends, and was about to have their fifth child. And to me that what the fifth son, who was locked in a stomach which had already hosted four children, it seemed to me a mystery so great that when they told me to touch her belly to feel the kicks I will not touch because I was afraid a mysterious . And the mystery of life in the womb, as we understand I, is a jurisdiction which belongs only to women, that thing powerful motherhood only they can know what it is. And if at some point in their lives and live a pain so great a suffering so great as to say that this baby in my belly that I am now, at this point in my life, I decide not to have ... well, if they come to say this, no one can put his mouth, but no one at all. And those people are men, and those people who are church people need to talk to each other and not that. They are also professionals in the mystery of faith, but what about the mystery of children in the womb and that otherworldly bond that develops between a mother and a son, their non possono riempirsi la bocca di ipocrisia. Che, fino a prova contraria, il mistero dei bambini nella pancia è piantato nella terra per quanto è reale, mentre il mistero contenuto nella professione di fede è più piantato nell’aria. E uno stato che sia uno stato e non la controfigura di uno stato deve difendere le proprie donne che sono la cosa più bella e misteriosa che ha. E così facendo difenderà anche i suoi bambini. E quindi 194 è un numero di civiltà e rispetto.
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Se volete dare un contributo in sostegno della 194 andate qui sul blog di alice e partecipate all'iniziativa

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This blog closes

CLOSE THIS BLOG

Nothing, in short, I have to close the blog for a time determined ... but rest assured that when you are ready to reopen it will come to I try, and then you do not even make the effort to come and see if I came back

but I leave you with the post on abortion ... and in the meantime think

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Tape Worms More Condition_symptoms

Sometimes I

Last night I strutted with Hiraeth on my child's communist past and she wasted no time saying that last summer has drained a bottle of Sangiovese Guccini. Apart from that getting a drink Guccini Sangiovese is as simple as washing hands with soap, but despite this, I felt threatened. As if the fact of my past festivals and a film club unit was called into question. Then I remembered that once the party of Punta Marine unit, it is called something like five years ago, there was the concert of Nomads and so at five o'clock we were at the party to take seats. Then, while my mom and my sister if they were sitting on the bench in the front row, me and my dad, to do something to men, we went into the tent of billiard tables to see if there was someone who was playing. In fact there were Augustus Daolio and Beppe Carletti (Nomadi souls of the two) that if they were there to smoke and throw down some pins with the balls of billiards. And speaking of Augustus Daolio Beppe Carletti and in the lower valley is like talking about John Lennon and Paul McCartney for the rest of the world. Then I stood there in silence for an hour, and inside me I knew I was going through one of those things where it's worth saying: "I was there." Then, in the end, I believe he won Beppe Carletti.
Look, this thing with the episode of the pool I think I've swept my dispute with Hiraeth , even if for a moment I felt really threatened.


Tina mi ha invitato a svolgere un meme gastronomico, solo che in questa storia del meme gastronomico c’è un guaio, ovvero che io e la cucina siamo al massimo lontani conoscenti. Per non sapere né leggere né scrivere vi nomino tutti, e se volete sapere di che si tratta andate sul blog di Tina .
L’abbinamento che dovrei scegliere, da buon romagnolo, è piadina e squaquerone...ma siccome è troppo facile ve ne dico uno che non vi aspettate e che ho visto mangiare in francia da uno che non ha battuto ciglio: marmellata e baccalà. Giuro che è vero. Ho avuto il mal di mare per una settimana.

Sunday, February 10, 2008

Iron Deficiency More Condition_symptoms

In the beautiful Romagna, on Sunday morning

Come tutte le domeniche mattina in Romagna, i vecchi spazzano i loro cortili...e io, My cousin, Julia, who is three years in addition to our niece, we discuss how much they have in common and Pan Baustelle of stars, so to speak.
here in Romagna, on Sunday morning, there is never missing anything. But nothing.

Alice In Wonderland Cakes

Things are not original

to see things not original ... I thought instead of listening to Charlie surfing started as a rap that this crazy love that this Lele Battista. Nice though, really nice ... there's also this thing of love as the most sacred degl'imbroglioni ... no, come on, pretty perdavvero.

Friday, February 8, 2008

Keratitis More Condition_symptoms

summer in Big Blue



I, at 17 years, I took my courage in both hands and rose on a blue bus that took me to the Riviera. And on this bus there were a lot of other guys and girls who were with me in riviera, full of dreams and hopes. That our trip was a hopeful everyone knew, because we had to learn French well enough to leave the world open-mouthed when they return home. Allow everyone to really rock the progress made in those three weeks in the Riviera that if, then, we went, we could safely leave our lives in Italy and settle in France on how well the French would come from our mouths.
And that summer spent in France to learn the language, a French family hosted me in their French house, but me and my friend, also contained their daughter and another French boy Switzerland. And, again, the French daughter had just had a shower and what with one thing and another has lost the towel that ended quietly on the ground. So I, who was leaning against the doorjamb, and my friend who was sitting in his chair and watching TV, we were plaster with their mouths open. To make you understand ... we were just paralyzed to see all that amount of beauty in the original French, that is, just genuine. The French subsidiary has waited a while to see if we ended the paralysis then ran away with a great dramatic scene, as if he were dead the only love of his life. In the evening at dinner, I had the courage to face her, but I looked up to the ankles under the table. To say my cowardly nature.
And on the beach in the afternoon after school, the girls in our group had the choice of boyfriends provisional French, who in reality were of black African boys. And these young Africans, who were kind of lifeguards and helpers, had the best of our physical, in truth, we were a little haggard. This is why the girls chose them and we spent the whole afternoon kissing in the mouth. The only one who was saved from the normal kids I was that I had this great inner beauty, but you could see from the outside, and then, so, I am saved.
However, the most impressive thing about that summer was the French blue that filled things. The horizon was blue, the sea was blue and you, after two steps taken in this sea, deep and not just in my sea you have to make some miles before collapsing. The ladies were blue in Nice, Cannes ones were blue, the blue stands, oranges, blue, blue ferries, a baguette spread with pate, the French mother gave me in the morning as a packed lunch, it was blue. And since eating the diseased liver was not me, just out of the house French hosting us, threw it in the trash that was too blue.
Then, towards the last week, I took off the occhiali con le lenti azzurrate e il mondo è tornato normale. Ma ormai la mia anima era blu.

Monday, February 4, 2008

Hiv Diagnosis More Condition_symptoms

Giapan



Questo è un appello alle persone un pò tristi, che ora respirano nell’acqua ma tra un pò potrebbero respirare nell’aria. Io ed Alabama vi diamo la possibilità di girare la testa e di respirare finalmente come si deve, regalandovi l’occasione di iscrivervi alla prima banda Yakuza italiana su suolo giapponese, con tanto di katana e tatuaggio compresi nel prezzo. E’ che se avete una vita vuota noi ve la riempiamo con degli ideali, tipo la fedeltà ai capi (che saremmo io ed Alabama), e if you have a full life we've emptied from the useless things, and then you gain no matter what. If you do not know exactly, a yakuza gang, is like a mafia clan, but with many more ideas and Sake.
Now I do tattoos of snakes in the back to show that they are hard and that in times of need can make moves with mortal hands. And Alabama, perhaps, you make large holes in your ears, you do not know but since Japan is quite unconventional. Then we go around the streets of our land and ask the money to the people. And if they do not give them because we beat them we can not do step on his feet from the ordinary people. We accept the yen, the euro, the rubles, and Chinese soldiers. The dollars and other money because they are not in free fall. Those in the photo are the first members, so watch out (they look like Japanese but I am triveneto of transplants).
Each of us has some white and one black, one side a side a and b. Now is the time (here I refer to footloose ... if someone does not understand then I'll tell apart). It 'time to be bad. And I will be a Yakuza. I'll be in a Big Giapan.
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Baol, you are you coming? E 'in the history of the dark side of the Force ...

Neck And Shoulder Pain More Condition_symptoms

The consideration of women



On the Internet it says that women would give no thought to Bruno Vespa while to appear on TV.

And I had high regard for women ...