Saturday, October 31, 2009
Lump In Gum After Broken Tooth
's three ...
three o'clock. The three and a few small fraction of early anxiety among the clouds. Carved the landscape behind the window, a picture barely autumn, and I aldiqua of what I think of a myriad of streets, cities geometric, the diverse people who walk along the same trail of smoke and music, and as far as a cinema and a bar and then under pancakes in the window just dipped in chocolate icing and fontente forehead and around the corner with neon signs and street lights that turn around to meet the dreams and then the stars, only imagined, but beautiful, beautiful even if it rains and the sounds and entries and run between junctions always looking for something that you do not know what it is, but who cares? is still a story full of detail and although missing the plot that matters? immortalatemi here, between hell and heaven, in this tangle of humanity in motion. Not there, behind that glass always look the same trees and the village, to hear stories that recite nothing, stone dead ... 
three o'clock. The three and a few small fraction of early anxiety among the clouds. Carved the landscape behind the window, a picture barely autumn, and I aldiqua of what I think of a myriad of streets, cities geometric, the diverse people who walk along the same trail of smoke and music, and as far as a cinema and a bar and then under pancakes in the window just dipped in chocolate icing and fontente forehead and around the corner with neon signs and street lights that turn around to meet the dreams and then the stars, only imagined, but beautiful, beautiful even if it rains and the sounds and entries and run between junctions always looking for something that you do not know what it is, but who cares? is still a story full of detail and although missing the plot that matters? immortalatemi here, between hell and heaven, in this tangle of humanity in motion. Not there, behind that glass always look the same trees and the village, to hear stories that recite nothing, stone dead ...
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Sheer Gray Panel Curtains
say you will not be there tomorrow, you're not interested, do not you freaks, not even me. It is not enough I, too low, certainly not enough for you. Not me the added value to any one minute spent away from you, your damn world, closer to my damn world. No, I will not be sad. I understand. Everything is relative. I. Te. Us. It 's just a moment. Do not expect more from selfishness of a man from the abstract of my cynicism. Fa 'what you want. I enjoy it without me and without you. We will have lost a moment of us, but who cares? Restano il Me e il Te oltre il Noi. Ci vedremo più tardi, felici di stare di nuovo insieme, faremo l'amore e poi cadremo distrutti. Quale idialliaca apocalisse...
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Monday, October 12, 2009
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Worse than that ... :-(
eight days ago I attended, almost by chance, the race montebelluna .
did not know, I've never done (yes, be 'last year with the little I had done the 5km Vico), I had no goals, Only a great desire to run and a pair of new shoes to try.
started strong, as usual, drawn by the athletes on the shortest path, then I rested a couple of miles, finally to close with a nice progression of 5km, to the rhythms of the threshold and beyond. I crossed the finish line without a stopwatch in a good position, and the rest fiondatomi I even forgot to ask someone the time taken.
Monday and Tuesday, but his legs ached and I felt the ground and by Wednesday I felt a bit 'of trouble related to the classic cold imported from kindergarten.
"hey, but on Sunday there the 1 / 2 marathon Musano , the "my" country of adoption ... if I go so I can Tempone "
a cold and do not pass go. Saturday afternoon patrol part of the journey, do the tour of he 11 km. would be prudent to run a good pace so if tomorrow I want to do well? no, but the desire is too much, I turn and step to the sports field to greet mario that lends a hand in the preparations.
Sunday morning I wake up with my nose a bit 'blocked. little matter after a few minutes of heating hath been released for good.
I am going to start just behind the good Lucio (who will win) and a good start. strong, but not too much, after 1 km, rising to 3 degrees 11 minutes. excellent. I then hooked to a woman but in fact increases and the 5th place for path from 11 km. but then I heard the last km I slow down a bit 'and I next to one of the few runner who has done for the half marathon. but that does not go even half a kilometer thick piercing the diaphragm forces me to slow down abruptly and then to stop for a moment. I was 6 °, now I spend a couple of small groups, when the pain increased allotment and resume running around 3:50 per km, hook, without essermene noticed in roberto - vuppauer , but then let him go (we are at 10 °) because the head vague, I can not hold on and legs gradually s' stiffen.
run again until the 14th, then from there: a pain until you reach the finish line with a jog light jogging.
1h25'33 "
not in itself would not suck, but it bothers me because it is much worse than I could do if everything had gone so wrong.
now, while the Pigio keys and I blow my nose runny, they fought:
"enough, the road is not for me"
" quand 'is the next half-marathon? Ah, on 8 November in the country ..." 
eight days ago I attended, almost by chance, the race montebelluna .
did not know, I've never done (yes, be 'last year with the little I had done the 5km Vico), I had no goals, Only a great desire to run and a pair of new shoes to try.
started strong, as usual, drawn by the athletes on the shortest path, then I rested a couple of miles, finally to close with a nice progression of 5km, to the rhythms of the threshold and beyond. I crossed the finish line without a stopwatch in a good position, and the rest fiondatomi I even forgot to ask someone the time taken.
Monday and Tuesday, but his legs ached and I felt the ground and by Wednesday I felt a bit 'of trouble related to the classic cold imported from kindergarten.
"hey, but on Sunday there the 1 / 2 marathon Musano , the "my" country of adoption ... if I go so I can Tempone "
a cold and do not pass go. Saturday afternoon patrol part of the journey, do the tour of he 11 km. would be prudent to run a good pace so if tomorrow I want to do well? no, but the desire is too much, I turn and step to the sports field to greet mario that lends a hand in the preparations.
Sunday morning I wake up with my nose a bit 'blocked. little matter after a few minutes of heating hath been released for good.
I am going to start just behind the good Lucio (who will win) and a good start. strong, but not too much, after 1 km, rising to 3 degrees 11 minutes. excellent. I then hooked to a woman but in fact increases and the 5th place for path from 11 km. but then I heard the last km I slow down a bit 'and I next to one of the few runner who has done for the half marathon. but that does not go even half a kilometer thick piercing the diaphragm forces me to slow down abruptly and then to stop for a moment. I was 6 °, now I spend a couple of small groups, when the pain increased allotment and resume running around 3:50 per km, hook, without essermene noticed in roberto - vuppauer , but then let him go (we are at 10 °) because the head vague, I can not hold on and legs gradually s' stiffen.
run again until the 14th, then from there: a pain until you reach the finish line with a jog light jogging.
1h25'33 "
not in itself would not suck, but it bothers me because it is much worse than I could do if everything had gone so wrong.
now, while the Pigio keys and I blow my nose runny, they fought:
"enough, the road is not for me"
" quand 'is the next half-marathon? Ah, on 8 November in the country ..."
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