Saturday, November 22, 2008

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The thief of dreams Sex


The writer observes reality with arrogance, convinced that sooner or later will change with his pen. In the morning breakfast is drenching the world in his brain, and he always pulls out something new and tasty. Unreliable con man, he spends his time inventing stories that do not exist and he has happy as well. Creates worlds and destroys them, and feels God only as long as you do not remember who has to pay the bills. Word play like a master with your dog, not realizing that sometimes it is they who hold the leash. He loves to call
fascinating, and it is only a trick to attract women, but too often ends up falling into their trap.
writes alone, but is always together, surrounded by strange characters who appear in his mind driven by an inexpressible desire to existence.
not sleep at night, but walking on tiptoe in the middle of people's dreams, and without respect he steals a little bit to everybody, and then resell them as his, however, is a gentleman thief, and returns what it takes turning it into something more valuable.
Becoming a writer is by definition always a point of arrival and departure ever, in an imaginary and infinite relay by running together the most valuable ally who has: the reader.


Monday, November 10, 2008

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Poetry


Violica was beautiful, young and whore: the weather, relentless robber of life, gradually withdraws its explosive charm, returning in exchange for an increasing number of years behind him. The only thing is that it can not remove his hunger for sex, which has been refined with experience in intelligence and will. But people are partial judges of love affairs, and too often we are fooled by the splendor of youth.
Marco has thirteen years of age twice, that's not good to tell in a matter of being voted down in the eighth grade. Misunderstood seducer peers, he spends his time dreaming the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, unforgettable star of Anal Wars hits like and Good Luck the black clubs, videotapes that poor Mark has found his uncle in an old wardrobe.
Violica you look in the mirror, and is no longer. The lines mark the face as the small mountain streams and the lips, once red, fleshy, are lost in a sad smile and gone bad. Her tits, big and tasty, they begin to suffer the blandishments of the law of gravity, like his celebrated B-side, who want to take a deserved rest after hard work tends to relax too.
Marco, tired of making love alone in front of the TV, found in the enchantment of his innocence, the strength to go and find the woman that è innamorato, ed è pronto a dichiararsi senza paura.
Violica si infila svogliatamente la vestaglia, e si chiede cosa potrà mai volere da lei un ragazzino di tredici anni.
Ti amo le sussurra dolcemente lui appena la vede
Tu cosa?
Io ti amo. Dal vivo sei ancora più bella che in Guerre Anali .
Mi stai prendendo in giro?
Non potrei mai.
Violica lo fissa attentamente, e vede nei suoi giovani occhi quel fuoco che da tanto tempo non riusciva più ad accendere negli uomini. Sorride maliziosa e si lascia scivolare la vestaglia davanti all'espressione sbigottita di lui.
Entra, dai.

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Wedding Toppers/ Dirt Bikes



One night a man had a dream.
He dreamed of walking along the beach with the Lord.
Across the sky flashed scenes from his life.
For each scene he noticed two sets of footprints in the sand: one belonging to him and the other to the Lord.
When his life flashed before his eyes the last scene,
looked back at the footprints
and noticed that many times along the way there was only one set of footprints.
He also noticed that it happened at the very lowest and saddest times of his life.
really bothered him and he questioned the Lord.
"Lord, you said that once I decided to follow you,
you'd walk across the street next to me,
but I have noticed that during the most difficult periods of my life there was only one set of footprints.
I do not understand why when I needed you most, have you forsaken me.
"The Lord replied," My beloved son, I love you and would never leave you.
During your times of pain and suffering, when you see only one set of footprints,
those are the times when I carried you in her arms. "

Lord, this is one of those times .. please take me in her arms.
I need you.