Sunday, December 26, 2010
Friday, December 17, 2010
Japanese Groping Streaming
my December 14
I left at 03:30 am from Bologna with a coach from the OPT. Renato and I was with my friends in the radio, plus one hundred people. We arrived in Rome a festive, happy, full of hope. I've never seen so many people and so many different faces, all together. There were students, migrants, mothers, earthquake, workers, researchers, precarious. There was a Rome full of flags and banners, and part of the Fiom slogan and PRC, the rest were not party banners. There were no parties in square, and this a little 'lift is a bit' was frightening. It 'started the procession, with music and words of a time ever. I was so happy, I felt quell'appartenenza I have not heard from much. We were many, and all full of desire and anger. We were young, ready to demolish and then rebuild. But when we arrived at Piazza Venezia, where the land ended and began the walk over the red zone, they started to fly bags of garbage outside the barricades, and my first reaction was a smile. But immediately after the garbage bags have become stones and bombs cards, and tear gas in response, unable to figure out who caused more and those who responded. Fear, smoke, gunfire and burning eyes, bumpy rides and looking for familiar faces and hands of Renato. The question: "what the hell are they doing?". And the clubs are afraid, even if seen only from afar. After some minutes the silence has returned, and most people continued to walk. We made beads of people, me and the boys the radio we found in the group of students in Venice and a few rows behind me was Berni. We have sent over the Tevere, more and more away from where we wanted to go. At that moment came the news of the vote of confidence in Berlusconi, a moment of silence and now has raised the cry of "shame shame". No anger on my part, just a huge sadness. Someone went to eat, we pulled out our sandwiches and we kept walking, not knowing whither.
sirens of fire, explosions in the distance. I learned to distinguish the muffled sound of tear gas by the much larger set of paper bombs. Even if the noise is more frightening than when a car catches fire. And the smell is worse than a car burning. And when we speak of a car instead of truck finance assure you that the noise is deafening and the smell unbearable. And the black smoke is the most you can imagine. At that point I was really afraid. We approach the Piazza del Popolo, but a police charge convinces us to stay out of the red zone. Begin to climb the wall Torto. Meeting Richard Palmisciano, a boy Vignanello, call me and Fernando Marinetti who can not reach. Meanwhile, launching tear gas from helicopters.
arrive at La Sapienza and the 17, we walked for about 17 km, Berlusconi is still in government, someone got hurt and someone else is in the police station. Everyone is tired and something has changed.
I have not yet figured out what to buy, what to condemn and what to share. For now, the story, then - perhaps - giudichierò. 
I left at 03:30 am from Bologna with a coach from the OPT. Renato and I was with my friends in the radio, plus one hundred people. We arrived in Rome a festive, happy, full of hope. I've never seen so many people and so many different faces, all together. There were students, migrants, mothers, earthquake, workers, researchers, precarious. There was a Rome full of flags and banners, and part of the Fiom slogan and PRC, the rest were not party banners. There were no parties in square, and this a little 'lift is a bit' was frightening. It 'started the procession, with music and words of a time ever. I was so happy, I felt quell'appartenenza I have not heard from much. We were many, and all full of desire and anger. We were young, ready to demolish and then rebuild. But when we arrived at Piazza Venezia, where the land ended and began the walk over the red zone, they started to fly bags of garbage outside the barricades, and my first reaction was a smile. But immediately after the garbage bags have become stones and bombs cards, and tear gas in response, unable to figure out who caused more and those who responded. Fear, smoke, gunfire and burning eyes, bumpy rides and looking for familiar faces and hands of Renato. The question: "what the hell are they doing?". And the clubs are afraid, even if seen only from afar. After some minutes the silence has returned, and most people continued to walk. We made beads of people, me and the boys the radio we found in the group of students in Venice and a few rows behind me was Berni. We have sent over the Tevere, more and more away from where we wanted to go. At that moment came the news of the vote of confidence in Berlusconi, a moment of silence and now has raised the cry of "shame shame". No anger on my part, just a huge sadness. Someone went to eat, we pulled out our sandwiches and we kept walking, not knowing whither.
sirens of fire, explosions in the distance. I learned to distinguish the muffled sound of tear gas by the much larger set of paper bombs. Even if the noise is more frightening than when a car catches fire. And the smell is worse than a car burning. And when we speak of a car instead of truck finance assure you that the noise is deafening and the smell unbearable. And the black smoke is the most you can imagine. At that point I was really afraid. We approach the Piazza del Popolo, but a police charge convinces us to stay out of the red zone. Begin to climb the wall Torto. Meeting Richard Palmisciano, a boy Vignanello, call me and Fernando Marinetti who can not reach. Meanwhile, launching tear gas from helicopters.
arrive at La Sapienza and the 17, we walked for about 17 km, Berlusconi is still in government, someone got hurt and someone else is in the police station. Everyone is tired and something has changed.
I have not yet figured out what to buy, what to condemn and what to share. For now, the story, then - perhaps - giudichierò.
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Benzocaine For Your Penis?
HOUSE WARMING PARTY IN LONDON
When will I find, we make a nice house warming party in the new house
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LEZfMBZEEDc&feature=player_embedded # t = 95
I move on Jan. 7, if all goes well. This should be your living room
ZONE 1: LORD, AND WITH A RIDICULOUS PRICE Landlord THAT REQUIRES THE VETO TO GUESTS! You look naked.
your devoted, Lillo
When will I find, we make a nice house warming party in the new house
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LEZfMBZEEDc&feature=player_embedded # t = 95
I move on Jan. 7, if all goes well. This should be your living room
ZONE 1: LORD, AND WITH A RIDICULOUS PRICE Landlord THAT REQUIRES THE VETO TO GUESTS! You look naked.
your devoted, Lillo
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