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are days that I have a decent idea, but my brain always has a buggy crap for every occasion. Nothing, the total vacuum. I think I have a block, but not that of the writer, perhaps, and even that of the blogger, I will just write crap on crap ... call my own, blocking Cazzaro.
will be Christmas will be this air of hypocrisy that I irritate the skin, will be led damn hung on the balconies of many, will these damned gremlins, who insist on returning home after home, year after year, as a chair for two , which by the way I've never seen.
I miss the magic of Christmas, the idea of \u200b\u200bhaving discard mountains, or rather, very low hills of gifts, the charm of the crib and the infatuation with the decorations. It's all gone. I grew up and slammed the snout against reality. Christmas is a feast for profit, the gifts are a commitment, especially if you find yourself having to give gifts to all over the world, maybe when your list was 3-4 two relatives and close friends. I look at the lights, trees, nativity scenes ... and the only thing that flashed through my mind is wasting money and energy.
then complain if there is a crisis, it is true, it will avoid turning two led to avert economic collapse, but of course, save five euro bill of light is not sucks to anyone.
Ah, not to mention the snow. I loved the snow so much. Now I can not see because I understand what it represents: CHAOS. The snow in this city, chaos! Means stop, canceled flights, and cars blocked rodimenti interiors, similar to hemorrhoids, to myself.
Another sore point are the candy of Christmas. Panettone, Pandone, nougat, panpetati, candies, dried fruits and unrealistic cholesterol varied. And the salty food where we? Zamponi, lentils, polenta, fish, seafood ...
But enough, enough of these useless wastes, enough! What need is there to buy all this stuff? Atmosphere is not created spending billions, no, you create an atmosphere with the right company, instead of doing the dinners with relatives more harmful nauseous, take four, four and say, relatives FUNNY, not narrow, nice, great friends, companionship and celebrate with a lasagna! Maybe for me to take only my grandmother, who besides making a lasagna from God, for companionship, makes racket, lives!

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A fantastic Christmas Angels and Demons, The Da Vinci Code of Neurone Perduto by Dan Brown.

The title says it all. Personally, mr. Brown, kept me in suspense for just a few chapters, but could compensate for the lack of suspense with historical gems and quite interesting. In addition, it was pretty consistent story, there is no God, works of art have hidden mysteries, the pope and the church is an asshole is a cult. And all for a good two and a half books, going so far as to say that Jesus fornicata like a rabbit (lucky him, I might add). But midway through the third book, came the sghiribizzo, the call of the Lord, or decided to open one of the many threatening letters, which every religious order on this earth has the mandate.
I can not understand, I do not enter into his head. Robert, before you fill your head with, "God does not exist, I do not have imaginary friends, I only believe in facts, I masturbate furiously because I know that no one judges me, is an avid fan of onanism, and then, after three books, one written with the hind legs of a crippled cow, you convert! You what?! You know what Dan? else has died, killed him! you, your publisher and quell'encefalitico of Robert Langdon.
Also, my dear Mr. Brown, the survival of Robert steps in the first book, where the helicopter crashes and save falling into the Tiber and passes the second time, where almost roasting, the third step, where nearly drowns; even close to the Fourth , where he comes face to face with the murderess. And this is just the first book. We fly over that miraculously survives even in the Da Vinci Code, but may not kill in the third ever? In "The Lost Symbol you even went to look for the fluid used by divers breathing, not to drown your friend Ink! SEI Stupid?! The most beautiful
understand is what the death of Robert and you, scribbler of my boots, find a loophole to not kill him. What did the brain at that moment? Whether you're a fairy sbrilluccicante like Robert Pattinson? You know that little thing called imagination? That thing, that probably escaped from your brain years ago.
We talk about the way you structure your books.

- Step 01: Warn Robert Langdon, immediately
- Step 02: Corpse
- Step 03: Here comes the pussy you turn with an IQ less than 400 points, which obviously can not keep up with the magnificent Robert
- Step 04: History of the murderer, which is always 2 meters per second, a 4 door wardrobe. The first is black, in the second and the third is an albino, is a white full of anabolic
- Step 05: international intrigue, ancient mysteries and exploring various
- Step 06: Robert miracolasamente saved from certain death
- Step 07: The good seems to be the bad
- Step 08: It turns out that the good is really good
- Step 09: The villain has always been a horrible past
- Step 10: The poor die
- Step 11: The world is saved
- Step 12: Robert has sex with co-star Danny

, I were you, I do not write the fourth book in the series, not at all, but you'd figure the hack. And above all, what would you talk now? Mormons? The freemasons have used them, even the Illuminati, the Priory of Sion same, not to mention the Catholic Church, Opus Dei and the founding fathers of America. You talked about the Renaissance, Baroque age, the Egyptians, the neoclassical and so on, missing a few things, maybe you want to write that in the paintings of Picasso is the secret recipe for making paella Cubist?

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invert the sexes!

No, I do not say to a male and a broom to tie the home of 80 years, either because the male would try to volarci, two because the Granny ironing his tie.
I want to go off schedule, out of all logic and create an absurd. Let
imagine what would have happened if he had been Grimilde Grimilde. Can you imagine a man who says the mirror-mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of them all? - But I miss Narciso.
I imagine a different scene.

-Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the most gifted of them all? -


-Lord, you are certainly very talented, but White is more gifted than five centimeters! -


And the story would change dramatically. The name Bianconeve would not be appropriate, it takes something as white, yes, but stay on the subject ... For obvious reasons, simply call the White protagonist.
The hunter, instead of bringing the heart, should lead to the penis of the protagonist, the evil Grimilde, but they can not take that deer, for problems of size, obviously on the horse.
you imagine that White sings with the finches while preparing a cake for midgets? Twisting, White sings, but in growl, the freaks are not dwarfs, but Nanette horny and the Prince becomes a blue princess blue.
Let the physiognomy of the protagonist. Snow White was a lot of pussy, of fair complexion and hair the color of ebony. Our hero, becomes therefore, dumplings, of fair complexion and hair ebony long enough.
Come narrated. White escaped from the hunter, and found himself in a dark forest. After many adventures, some desperate song, came to the home of Nanette miners. White decided to clean house and sleep. White, decided instead to rent a pornazzo! Once finished, he decided to go upstairs, where she found seven little beds. What did Snow White? There are adage gently. White, who was much more practical, took the mattresses and threw them on the ground, forming a bed on a human scale. He tore curtains from windows, and we made the sheets. They returned
dwarfs!
Snow White was terrified, such as dwarfs, while White, in addition to being fun, something proposed by eight to Nanette, who accepted willingly.
Days passed, and White 'nzozzò house worse than a hungry tribe of half-breed Nibelungs. Instead of clearing with the deer, birds and possums, he decided to train them. Deer taught to bring the ball to the birds to defecate on his head the evil Grimilde, the opossum of dust with their tails and anteaters something completely different.
Grimilde but discovered the secret of the hunter, he decided to disguise himself as a helpless old man, a poisoned apple.
Grimilde arrived at the home of dwarfs.


You want an apple- handsome young man? -


-No, thanks, I hate apples! -


that was the reason that he had to wipe Grimilde the next day with a basket assorted fruits.


-Oh, even the brave young man, I want a fruit? -


-Eh, I do not know if you want the fruit-


-Ma Of course my dear, here's all-


-Hai also Licis? -


And that was the reason that Grimilde had to revise again the next day.
third day.


-T 'I brought a basket of strawberry, or Licis, call them what you like, enough for you? -


No, today I want Avocado-


Grimilde blinded by anger, stuck in a groove in White Licis poisoned, causing him to fall into a deep coma.
Satisfied, he returned home.


-Mirror, mirror of my boots, who is the most gifted of them all? -


-White! -


Speeeeee Ah, White is' nHow-


"Then you, my lord-


Meanwhile , the Nanette returned home with their employer, the Princess Blue. White found half-dead, comatose and with a Licis between trachea and esophagus, they decided to put it in a crystal coffin. Unnecessary were the suggestions of the princess: "But here is behind the hospital, let's drag him to the hospital! -
So the princess, in hiding, he decided to go see White, opened the glass case and spellbound by the charm of the boy, there pumice fury. No, the prince was still in a coma. She then kissed her neck in White. Still nothing. He tried on the sternum. Nothing. Kiss kiss after part of the body after the body arrived at the foot of the boy.


-Nothing, nothing, nothing-


Riviera finally became aware that a kiss a person could not awaken from the coma. Frustrated, and salivation zero, White stuck in his shoulder for him to hospital. According to the chronicles of the village, the princess had worn down the boy to the ground. For the bustle of the fall, The trachea was freed immediately awakening White, the hospital's medical records instead, explained in detail how it took four steps to remove the curse Licis, and several weeks to remove the poison by dialysis.
The fact is that they all lived happily ever after, the princess married Blanc, Nanette was awarded the title of royal concubines and Grimilde, gnawing like a madman, he decided to move the cabin and mirror in Japan, where at least he had the security to be the most gifted.
Fin.

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of this man, you want to know if it looks more like his mother, his father, or you do not care?
And him? Do you know if weaves of shoes bearing the 42, 43, or you do not care?
And of them, you want to know if they are heterosexual, homosexual or not you care?
certain differences in life can not count. Reject homophobia. Do not be different than you.


But look, my doctor no longer be a snail sex, masturbating watching two wild sheep that can mate with a mare, but if you bring 42 of the shoe does not even dare to touch me. Not so, I reject homophobia, but I accept the numerodiscarpafobia, the only form of racism right.
Let's talk. Now you have realized the existence of homosexuals? Not exist before, mica were not part of society, were the untouchables in India perhaps? But these poracci, shall have the right to love who they want? Have the right to fuck as they see fit? To us, what do you care if mister male range starts with delta male coach? It is perhaps fornicate in your houses pure and chaste? ...
The mysterious thing, however, are aired before the network made four, with the priests to revive Torquemada, just to torture the sodomites and lesbians, and then broadcasts the public against 'homophobia. You little man / little woman do the schedules, you're a cunning unheard of, you know?
can do better, first send a sermon the pope, which specifies that condoms are evil and should be used only by male prostitutes, then add a little 'hatred of gays, with some speculation rather than punished, of course: the gay-zono the evil of the world, the omozezzuali marcirannuo tetesko in hell-and only then can broadcast advertising against homophobia!
do not know why, despite campaigns by sending against homophobia, there are guys who do not accept the facts. But I say, you are screwed in, they give you so much trouble 'sti poracci?
Best of all though, is the misogyny, I must say that in Italy is well established, while denying it day by day. Just think about this:

-Man who does lots of sex = Mandrill, Playboy, Force of Nature, Bello's father-
Woman doing lots of sex = Whore, daughter degenerate


Why? Not even the women will be entitled to their share of orgasms satisfying without being labeled? It will not be time to update the dictionary? We add the little word MORTODIFIGA, attacked all of course, that become the equivalent of a bitch. Mo enough! The human being equally, irrespective of gender, need to have sex, good, release endorphins and relax. Because it has become a dirty over the centuries? Now assign a little homework: Say aloud, without shame I masturbate / I have a sex life, and I'm not ashamed to say it.
Finally, I conclude by saying that I want a woman in charge of Italy, possibly a woman with ovarian square, which has found its way to the brain and not with the vagina. But I do not think will see it, so as not to pick up a intelligent woman in power, you better cut your testicles.

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... AND ALSO THAT WE HAVE DONE!
- Christmas 2010 - Our Lady of Mount Caramel this (kept in the cities 'old) and
' dedicated to all lovers of art and life, but especially
friend Fabio " CANARINO "
that this year has left us really "stucco."
thanks for your smile, we'll miss Fabie '.
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MADONNA AND ANGELS, by Andrea del Sarto, December 4
... and well this winter in ARIECCOCE from Bari Via Sparano,
to brighten up the walk and the Apulian cazzeggiano
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street demonstrations in December can not hurt-especially Saturday with his friend mistral-


Thursday 'I finished this strange creature,
figures of Merisi, and Tiepolo sky, I'd call it a TIEPOLAGGIO!
-Tornero 'place on Saturday, see you next blog with comments in Baresi VIDEO ...



... my guardian angels
paintings are never extinguished
look at you while enjoying
and also when to slow down.


LONG LIVE THE MERIS, everlasting than the teacher.
... for half a millennium enlighten us with your cry!



Thursday 'afternoon, I enjoyed myself with this landscape, makeshift
to complete the missing part of the composition.
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CHRISTMAS 2010