A great wine with emotions thanks to the balance of his notes. As in perfect symphony.
Art director: Anna Fracassi.
Friday, October 30, 2009
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
30 Inch Long Pube Hairs
Literary Events
cameras Rai 3 presentation of Gurnee
E 'presented the new novel Gurnee, history of enemies, heroes and spirdi (MGE editions) by Bruno Cimino. The conference, coordinated by the journalist Pasqualino Pandullo, President Literary Award of the City of Tropea, speakers, besides the author, the publisher Joseph Meligrana, writer and journalist Eduardo Santo Gioffre Meligrana. (Continued)
Bruna Fiorentino
Rome - In a time span ranging from 1495 to 2095 the author, inspired by a tragedy that happened during the conflicts between Tropea and Aragonese Angioini to conquer the South, traces a historical era which produced some steps that you are losing a lot of references. Probably these are the chapters that give the work desired and sought by the artist's interest.
The book is divided into two parts. The second takes the love story of two young people lived alongside the tragedy of the "Gurnee", but broken by the events of medieval live again for a future where the protagonists find themselves in a Tropea of \u200b\u200b2095.
between fantasy and reality Bruno Cimino takes us on a pleasant read, interesting and exciting that leaves many points for reflection and imagining a life of comfortable complacency that still is not there and that might suggest a better future.
Monday, October 12, 2009
Gold Tech Deck Trucks With Gold Nuts
Nyumba - concept project
thought the image of a company that imports exotic furnishings inspired by an original certificate naming (in Swahili), a pay-off and a press campaign.
Art director: Anna Fracassi
Honeyxhoney Drops Raw
Hideously unlucky
I hunted as a kid always in trouble,
now that are great is not that much has changed.
And if this continues, you'll see, that soon
bury me.
The reckless, perhaps, will not live forever,
and you see how I enjoy myself in this hell.
And if the cautious will not live at all,
see how I fit.
I am not merely incompetent,
bad luck in me lies, but the pussy
are greedy, and I'm sorry
having to leave, but so
in death I shall never hurl.
But rebel genius, I make you fall
armpits, are more acidic
sisters Marge
veins with a dose of grunge. Sai
I tell you, of your pity I do not care, I devour
me this' poisoned cake. My
raga I do not deserve,
because they are a failure.
you I do not demerit,
but it is better that you put some enriched.
are more annoying and a loser
seller door to door, blindfolded
I write to see what's involved.
'd rather be alone with writing,
denounce it with all my fear.
are most infamous of the infamous police station,
living with the written word in this enclosure.
imaginary Dear reader,
taster of my insane horror
know that I can be more exhilarating than Gigi Sullivan, but instead I'll take
with me on my caravan,
between the meanders of my distress, anxiety
feel like my beats ...
and faster than Melandri,
run away from fear, torture
those who persecute me, and I hate
Seek,
achieve the smile, that
paradise of serenity
maybe last for eternity.
Francesco Favia
May 30 '08 23:02 hours
h ttp: / / ciscofavia.blogspot.com /
www . nonsolocronache.com
I hunted as a kid always in trouble,
now that are great is not that much has changed.
And if this continues, you'll see, that soon
bury me.
The reckless, perhaps, will not live forever,
and you see how I enjoy myself in this hell.
And if the cautious will not live at all,
see how I fit.
I am not merely incompetent,
bad luck in me lies, but the pussy
are greedy, and I'm sorry
having to leave, but so
in death I shall never hurl.
But rebel genius, I make you fall
armpits, are more acidic
sisters Marge
veins with a dose of grunge. Sai
I tell you, of your pity I do not care, I devour
me this' poisoned cake. My
raga I do not deserve,
because they are a failure.
you I do not demerit,
but it is better that you put some enriched.
are more annoying and a loser
seller door to door, blindfolded
I write to see what's involved.
'd rather be alone with writing,
denounce it with all my fear.
are most infamous of the infamous police station,
living with the written word in this enclosure.
imaginary Dear reader,
taster of my insane horror
know that I can be more exhilarating than Gigi Sullivan, but instead I'll take
with me on my caravan,
between the meanders of my distress, anxiety
feel like my beats ...
and faster than Melandri,
run away from fear, torture
those who persecute me, and I hate
Seek,
achieve the smile, that
paradise of serenity
maybe last for eternity.
Francesco Favia
May 30 '08 23:02 hours
h ttp: / / ciscofavia.blogspot.com /
www . nonsolocronache.com
Stuffed English Bulldogs
Fan
A Fabrizio Tarducci
I'm a fan of Fabrizio,
listening to his music like a vice ... but what
mythomaniac, I
are a kleptomaniac who enjoys stealing his style,
that is better than old vinyl.
I want to be like Fabrizio Tarducci,
speak of the suffering of us all, certainly do not want
cunning as Ricucci.
And meanwhile at work treat me like a dog,
I work hard, because I
the machine to pay.
my title sclera and insults
and I feel robbed when I pay as a fine, but I just listen
"Turbo youth,"
and I think that you were suffering. And then they all
sputtano,
throw the word these sprays, and so
that come my fruits,
subisco humiliation and insults with
like when the Men of the Sea,
you sent to fish cod.
It's just like you, and Bukowski Dezio
I do, I have to scrutinize them
avoid any disagreement,
put them to shame with my writings,
better than him on fire with gasoline
to those colleagues and leaders from the brains fried.
Surely there are those who I have also appreciated
and I thanked
but nobody helped me.
I am a survivor of temporary work,
I cling to your songs for a lighthearted moment.
I'm not your biggest fan
as it was for Eminem, Stan,
I'm one of many,
that makes you cash.
In life I feel old, but crazy for
your rhymes like a little boy,
and if your music is for teenagers,
I am the most stupid among morons.
God damn you, you're making me forget even Vasco,
listening to you but I think that you were doing in life always fiasco.
You're right when you say that in Italy there is a steady job, I find myself
is That's why I appreciate all your disks.
Of the people who say they are vulgar I do not care, I will listen
,
continue with this risk.
We know you're not like the Twins,
your fans, you treat them as brothers.
So you act because you come from nothing, breaking the
if you need even one who has always followed
in every field,
're aware of this.
Continue on this road, I
and other fans will follow whatever happens. Give
Nesli and Vacca,
your whole crew splitting. I
of each of your minion
bring you the greetings,
you know you're shrewd,
this paper is just a tribute.
Francesco Favia
Wednesday, May 28, 2008 ore 14:48
http://ciscofavia.blogspot.com/
www.nonsolocronache.com 
A Fabrizio Tarducci
I'm a fan of Fabrizio,
listening to his music like a vice ... but what
mythomaniac, I
are a kleptomaniac who enjoys stealing his style,
that is better than old vinyl.
I want to be like Fabrizio Tarducci,
speak of the suffering of us all, certainly do not want
cunning as Ricucci.
And meanwhile at work treat me like a dog,
I work hard, because I
the machine to pay.
my title sclera and insults
and I feel robbed when I pay as a fine, but I just listen
"Turbo youth,"
and I think that you were suffering. And then they all
sputtano,
throw the word these sprays, and so
that come my fruits,
subisco humiliation and insults with
like when the Men of the Sea,
you sent to fish cod.
It's just like you, and Bukowski Dezio
I do, I have to scrutinize them
avoid any disagreement,
put them to shame with my writings,
better than him on fire with gasoline
to those colleagues and leaders from the brains fried.
Surely there are those who I have also appreciated
and I thanked
but nobody helped me.
I am a survivor of temporary work,
I cling to your songs for a lighthearted moment.
I'm not your biggest fan
as it was for Eminem, Stan,
I'm one of many,
that makes you cash.
In life I feel old, but crazy for
your rhymes like a little boy,
and if your music is for teenagers,
I am the most stupid among morons.
God damn you, you're making me forget even Vasco,
listening to you but I think that you were doing in life always fiasco.
You're right when you say that in Italy there is a steady job, I find myself
is That's why I appreciate all your disks.
Of the people who say they are vulgar I do not care, I will listen
,
continue with this risk.
We know you're not like the Twins,
your fans, you treat them as brothers.
So you act because you come from nothing, breaking the
if you need even one who has always followed
in every field,
're aware of this.
Continue on this road, I
and other fans will follow whatever happens. Give
Nesli and Vacca,
your whole crew splitting. I
of each of your minion
bring you the greetings,
you know you're shrewd,
this paper is just a tribute.
Francesco Favia
Wednesday, May 28, 2008 ore 14:48
http://ciscofavia.blogspot.com/
www.nonsolocronache.com
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Pediatricianaccepting New Patiencestoronto
Savani
To friends of Neteditor
Savani, Savani,
Statti firm with those hands,
we're all frustrated, but with your attitude
we have overcome. Each
Comment
dismay,
before writing, think for a moment, if they say
live'd smashed on the concrete.
Savani, Savani,
Statti firm with those hands.
Neteditor pays you to finish?
Forget typing errors,
look in the mirror and think about what you fear.
Savani, Savani,
Statti firm with those hands.
What? Can not you hear?
Minds,
uncorked that ear, write
you do not know, only you can dance the minuet
.
Do not laugh, you can only cry
,
nun well anywhere you can see.
Savani, Savani,
Statti firm with those hands.
're a critic,
're an intellectual?
Be less cynical or is likely to get hurt.
Savani, Savani,
Statti firm with those hands. The
Loneliness is an ugly beast,
the fault is yours, think back to your deeds.
Savani, Savani,
Statti firm with those hands from the keyboard
Leval,
Poggiale there, in your underwear for Armani
and saw a beautiful shot.
I know that responding to my rant, but I will not accept any
your provocation.
want any more bears, but
know that life is a
and is also quite short.
Without friends there fast,
rolls his eyes, you will remain at the moon.
Francesco Favia
Tuesday, May 27, 2008 ore 1:10
Savani, Savani,
Statti firm with those hands,
we're all frustrated, but with your attitude
we have overcome. Each
Comment
dismay,
before writing, think for a moment, if they say
live'd smashed on the concrete.
Savani, Savani,
Statti firm with those hands.
Neteditor pays you to finish?
Forget typing errors,
look in the mirror and think about what you fear.
Savani, Savani,
Statti firm with those hands.
What? Can not you hear?
Minds,
uncorked that ear, write
you do not know, only you can dance the minuet
.
Do not laugh, you can only cry
,
nun well anywhere you can see.
Savani, Savani,
Statti firm with those hands.
're a critic,
're an intellectual?
Be less cynical or is likely to get hurt.
Savani, Savani,
Statti firm with those hands. The
Loneliness is an ugly beast,
the fault is yours, think back to your deeds.
Savani, Savani,
Statti firm with those hands from the keyboard
Leval,
Poggiale there, in your underwear for Armani
and saw a beautiful shot.
I know that responding to my rant, but I will not accept any
your provocation.
want any more bears, but
know that life is a
and is also quite short.
Without friends there fast,
rolls his eyes, you will remain at the moon.
Francesco Favia
Tuesday, May 27, 2008 ore 1:10
http://ciscofavia.blogspot.com/
http://www.nonsolocronache.com/
Sunday, October 4, 2009
French Song From Cartman Joins Nambla
welcomed minds
I wanted to be a journalist, to express any
my point of view,
I find myself doing the bully with words,
myself that life is brief,
thoughts are talkative.
is why I write so much, just to make me alone
some crying.
My life slips away, I miss
Dida's hands, seem
its parody, are
more ridiculous than a hermaphrodite.
to make sense of all this?
Look, just do not think about it.
one of my friends advised him,
not to think of the trouble,
to sleep less and fuck more, and I should fuck
less and work more, and then she drew
to live with me some hours damage to be done.
welcomed minds,
sad soul,
cuddly friends as they were kittens.
This is my mission, then
a vocation in me there, maybe not so
asshole.
Other than the end of the world in duemiladodici,
I slew the first with a pair of scissors, that is why
I want to leave a beautiful memory,
because there is no time for me and meanwhile
already running my crocodile anywhere.
thank those who supported me, who I
bears,
thanks to their patience is not dead yet.
all my effort is useless,
this seems to be my destiny,
have decided, even though I disagree.
The decline of this idiot
is marked.
greet everyone without distinction,
who loved me and whom I hated,
yes, even that dick.
Francesco Favia
Tuesday, May 27 '08 00:30
http://ciscofavia.blogspot.com/
www.nonsolocronache.com
I wanted to be a journalist, to express any
my point of view,
I find myself doing the bully with words,
myself that life is brief,
thoughts are talkative.
is why I write so much, just to make me alone
some crying.
My life slips away, I miss
Dida's hands, seem
its parody, are
more ridiculous than a hermaphrodite.
to make sense of all this?
Look, just do not think about it.
one of my friends advised him,
not to think of the trouble,
to sleep less and fuck more, and I should fuck
less and work more, and then she drew
to live with me some hours damage to be done.
welcomed minds,
sad soul,
cuddly friends as they were kittens.
This is my mission, then
a vocation in me there, maybe not so
asshole.
Other than the end of the world in duemiladodici,
I slew the first with a pair of scissors, that is why
I want to leave a beautiful memory,
because there is no time for me and meanwhile
already running my crocodile anywhere.
thank those who supported me, who I
bears,
thanks to their patience is not dead yet.
all my effort is useless,
this seems to be my destiny,
have decided, even though I disagree.
The decline of this idiot
is marked.
greet everyone without distinction,
who loved me and whom I hated,
yes, even that dick.
Francesco Favia
Tuesday, May 27 '08 00:30
http://ciscofavia.blogspot.com/
www.nonsolocronache.com
Johnson's Baby Oil Gel
Dude Entertainment
Check out this dude, just get
has caused quite a commotion.
Yes, what does the conceited,
's me, the poet
hateful. I
bungee jumping in my oblivion, I come up to tell
that needs a restyling.
do not try to understand you, my interest is only
finish you off.
No one can finish me,
because they are already finished,
yes, what is there,
are really a failure. There are no
,
are a normal person, like many
born to an anal birth.
of assholes like me there are more than someone, but
to admit it, we are just
me and my reflection
who lives beyond the mirror.
spits in the face at the same time,
my reflection is like me,
is impertinent.
not belong to you, I'm not
Amber, I did not do in
Salandra avenue.
me I can not in any way,
my world is that of my own.
not even belong to a gang
and if you do not like my slang,
made a cup of ginseng.
do not like, I like you even
is a mutual feeling, right
Inoki. You get the
goldoni
more than hats,
mah ... would not be interesting even with the jewels.
Your face looks like a dick, the girls
escape rocket
to see you and to me I will look into the butter.
Kill what you're ugly, but you
combed with a belch?
Well ... now risen from the balls,
forever if you do not want to go meet my slaps.
Francesco Favia
Monday, May 26, 2008 ore 18:36
http://ciscofavia.blogspot.com/
www.nonsolocronache.com 
Check out this dude, just get
has caused quite a commotion.
Yes, what does the conceited,
's me, the poet
hateful. I
bungee jumping in my oblivion, I come up to tell
that needs a restyling.
do not try to understand you, my interest is only
finish you off.
No one can finish me,
because they are already finished,
yes, what is there,
are really a failure. There are no
,
are a normal person, like many
born to an anal birth.
of assholes like me there are more than someone, but
to admit it, we are just
me and my reflection
who lives beyond the mirror.
spits in the face at the same time,
my reflection is like me,
is impertinent.
not belong to you, I'm not
Amber, I did not do in
Salandra avenue.
me I can not in any way,
my world is that of my own.
not even belong to a gang
and if you do not like my slang,
made a cup of ginseng.
do not like, I like you even
is a mutual feeling, right
Inoki. You get the
goldoni
more than hats,
mah ... would not be interesting even with the jewels.
Your face looks like a dick, the girls
escape rocket
to see you and to me I will look into the butter.
Kill what you're ugly, but you
combed with a belch?
Well ... now risen from the balls,
forever if you do not want to go meet my slaps.
Francesco Favia
Monday, May 26, 2008 ore 18:36
http://ciscofavia.blogspot.com/
www.nonsolocronache.com
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