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Today I shot three movies and tell THREE.
I started with a musical "Walk the Line" with the sensual Joaquin Phoenix, a film that traces the musical career and love life of the mythological Johnny Cash. Then I went
all'introspettivo "Another Woman" by Woody Allen, the star of that success, he discovers that his life is unammerddda.
And finally, after a failed attempt to watch what I was already anguished "Last Tango in Paris", I switched to the super premestruoso and whining "Do not move."
a hammer on my knees I would have done better ..
My day was full of fancazzismo, I think I going to come under his ass, in fact I already have. Plus I'm a magnet as a pig and overweight already made itself felt in Australia is soaring, I do not want to think about what would emerge if I took a blood test .. As soon as I
me rewrite some money at the gym or just send me packages from Melbourne, I'll run with my runners. Maybe stop eating crap at full blast would make me very well, not!
Okay, go, go, leave you a photo of the birthday cake I made yesterday for my father. Tomorrow first day of work at the cabin, from 13 to 21, I will dress in three layers for the cold, I could slather on the grease seal.
Yes, cazzeggiano crap shoot and, yes, but that two balls' st'Italia ...

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I did CAZZATE

Yes, that with the "L" capitalized.
For almost three weeks that I'm back in Italy.
And I have regretted it bitterly. LOVE.
It 's a knock crazy.
The last year of my life I spent in a place so different from what I was accustomed to this that I fell in love.
This year I was used to many things: It helped me to get lost and then found, m'è served to realize that the life that I was here I had not ever liked m'è served to improve my English, m ' served to meet new people and a branch of my family across the world, served to discern m'è people who want to keep in my life and what I can give a kick in the ass m'è served to understand the value of my family here, put me in a frenzy of head movement that I hope will never be extinguished.
You know, I metereopatica and winter is extremely detrimental to my mood. In addition
are deaf and without job prospects here are virtually nil unless you are willing to put under the feet of personal dignity and gain ideas.
What's more I've got no desire to see anyone and all the free time I have (all) the way to fuck and not produce anything.
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want to get away!
Let's see, let's see. Meanwhile, a little work and underpaid
to cold and frost, but in return only lasts until Christmas I found it, then I will see what aside from the future.

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Tadaaaaaaaaaaaaa

And so Tuesday, November 9, almost a week ago, I got off the plane that brought me from Melbourne to Milan, through un'Abu Dhabi in celebration for the Grand Prix of Formula 1.
After a hallucinogenic trip with 8000 cases and 0 no help from the trains of the Northern Railway, took to the station to Bovis. On the dock who is rainy?
My cousin Mark's watch it, I approach plodding and scream: "EU, guinea damn!" He turns, looks at me, screwing up his eyes to see me better, "Noooooooooo! Fuck are you doing here?!? But when you come ?!?!?" Hugs and pats on the back.
I ask him if he can come to my house to ring the intercom, I want to surprise my parents. And yes, it does. Picks me up Alberto's father, Mario, who knew that I would be, loads luggage into the van and then I spring in the courtyard, where Mark is waiting for me.
drizzling, it's all wet and cold, Marco intercoms, my father answered, "Hello Uncle, I Marco, I go to?". The door opens. And I get. At the end of the scale is my father who is turning on the light for "my cousin", looking towards the kitchen, "So, Mark," then she begun to turn to me, "As an ..." and crashes. In place of his nephew, there is his daughter. I look at him and burst out laughing, I climb the last few steps and embraced him. My mother in the other room he heard my laugh and a nanosecond is materialized in front of me. And starting tears, his, I laugh like a fool. "My love, how much I've mancataaaaaaaaaaaaa !!!!".
I asked my cousin from behind to capture the moment, but it hath been forgotten, fuck. WE ARE ALL IN THE FAMILY Svampa.
The second question addressed to me my mother was what I wanted to eat. Typical. And then from there started the round of surprises, all were amazed, I passed by his uncles, and cousins \u200b\u200ball came later, when Tony saw me hiding behind the door I had embraced and lifted off the ground, Matthew has embraced me 5 times and I laughed.
What a laugh.
the evening however, my brother has sgam, before you go to him I told my mother to call to see if he was home, he thought that my usually do not go there at night and put two and two, entered his car away, they were all facing the window. Geez.
My grandson has done everything Timidone beginning, I spoke without looking at me, but then fell.
I made the big surprise.
The only thing I regret is not having recorded anything. Mythical
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Future and Freedom - Perugia, 6 and 7 November 2010

I tried to summarize what happened in Perugia on November 6 and 7.

I tried in my mind, the imagination, desires, and I found a word that constantly returns. The term "barrier"

in Perugia on November 6 and 7 we have seen the effects, in all its aspects, to be devastating to liberating, exciting to be involving, of that finger pointing at who was going to hunt without just cause, the cofounder of the PDL.

I saw the dam bursting apart of tolerance aberrations proposed by a Bureau that we never shared.

overturn that state of loss and isolation of many activists and decent people in a morass of media policy to summon the pre election and then disappear until the next elections, without aggregation, comparison, and contact with people with the territory, and only virtual futile optimism while everything goes contrary to what they say.

restoring the political will to do shared and shared.

A river in flood, then, that has affected everything and everyone who has restored clarity in ideas and will, but above all, to repeat the quote from President Fini, has returned the nostalgia sea.

up to us now, all women and all men of Mr Fini, build with him, Our Future, Our Freedom.

This I saw in Perugia.

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E 'perhaps the case that tells the roadtrip? I know you ..

chill I'm back in Melbourne for almost a week now. I love this city
madly ..
Spring here a little 'breaks out and a little' no, the tan is going away, ax, but do not lose heart, come on! Among dinners here and there, visits to the city and fooling around, I let myself go in a bit. But your heroine is always here.
So, below you can see what a huge line was the route we did, except for the Kakadu, I had already seen with Coralie and Jerome.

I now I can not remember the exact day, even my personal journal I have very little current, and then map and photos in hand, tell.
As you know the first day of travel, October 5, we fled from that hateful city of Darwin, humid and hot bottomless pit after nearly 400 km and we did stop at my beloved Katherine.
E 'was emozionantissimo return after three months of absence. The wet season was annuncinado and what was a bone-dry bush when I was there was taking color, the air was full of tension, the tension in the season between the dry and wet discharges in a forest of thunder and lightning that herald momentous time. I was the excitement in person. Cat has just stopped the car outside the gate Zompa I'm in and as you know I made the big surprise to Tony.
There's nothing to do, I love that place it beyond belief ..
After Coco's, a quick ice cream cone for 50 cents to the Mac where I also met Laurie, the English girl of her first days in Katherine and away to the south southwest.
The first night we stopped somewhere between Katherine and Kununurra (pronounced cananarra) esattamante here:

hot night and the first ones to come too. From
asphyxiate in the tent.
The next day we crossed the border with Western Australia and when they told us that the border would have us throw all the fruit and vegetables is playing the race to try to eat as much as possible.
The heat was hellish and the idea of \u200b\u200bplunging into the cool waters of Lake Argyle,
us excited. It 'an artificial lake, ABNORMAL! In fact, then the water was shit, the fund was filled with huge clumps of algae from which you expect to see any animal out of water mortally dangerous, so after 5 minutes there is the desire to pass ..
In the afternoon we arrived in Kununurra, we stopped to cool the car and eating a jelly, we were immediately surrounded by Aboriginal people who wanted that we gave him a ride to the nearest bottle shop, because obviously they could not buy alcohol. Sad.
Reading the guide we have found that a few dozen kilometers to the north there was a baobab prison and wanted to go see it, we shot the nose of the Falcon in that direction, but we have not taken into account the fact that it would become dark very early, So we immediately started looking for a place to camp, and we found information bay, empty, fantastic!
Even there, the night was soffocatissima ..