Friday, February 19, 2010

Build Go Kart No Weld

Because the new site

NEW SITE

the end, the blog has run its course ... is a direct contact with everyone. Yet something was missing, a site that was structured as a sort of handbook on Italian Goliarda.

and I finally decided I did


a site that deals with individual orders Italians, giving a few but important news about them and showing photos of the various parties.

fact remains that this blog will still be cared for, even if updates are facts together with those of the site.

Write me your feelings and your needs.

A hug to all
Vol

mug

Sunday, February 7, 2010

Jewish People's Understanding Of Themselves

Man neutral and the proof of the existence of God

crazy man, made famous by a man who, indeed, it was really crazy, who retired in his hermitage to meditate on the world, rod, some papers, in the intervals of his insanity, in which, he had proclaimed the death of God, he felt, ironically, to prove its existence.
"Where are our dreams? Where is all that we have lived? Someone there must be that they remember, every dream, every moment ... And not only what has been, in our mind in the night or day life, but also what we wanted to do or be, every life possible. It is inconceivable that all is lost. God, therefore, there ... I will call this proof of God: "omnium ex coacta memory." It moriar, memory ...

Prayer

Sublime archivist of past, current, all possible, I beg you

guard jealously the slightest movement of the soul of every single atom: the
there was passion between the lovers, then destroyed
from a life too prosaic
the look of compassion for those who then killed with ferocity,
poems ever written
referred to a barely survives in abandoned pages,
the last breath of those who die alone, that these words
probably nobody will read ...
[ad libitum]. "

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Oakley Us Standard Issue Review

(D) I

"Who am I?" A life that bends only at the moment of death, hope that does not erase the pain but still solves the mystery and dissolve any doubt .... " Doubt, mystery, pain ... Nicola is dead. What is left of him? The doubt, the mystery, the pain ... And profile on Facebook: how many years will survive the simulacrum of the real body which was weak expression? How many email box clogged his vain, vain invitations to nothing? We survive ourselves in the maze of the Net ... eternal. "Who am I?" Today they are one, tomorrow another? They are both together? A simulator before men and before me a despicable coward? "Words are so empty, tinkling cymbals. Who was Nicholas? I look at the photos, but I can not penetrate its mystery. And he succeeded? Die. Ends, suddenly, a night like many others, a story, our history. Nicola is dead ... "Oh, sorry ... Tonight we go a cinema? "Who really knew? We really know? What an absurd claim! Being able to understand and live our lives! We die. And the way we were obstinate to give to our actions will fade with our last breath, flatus sine voice. Was it all nonsense? Yes, everything. Nobody knew, not even ourselves. "Who am I? This is just to ask questions derision. Whoever I am, you know me, O God, I'm yours! "So, this is the only test (ex cordis nescentia) existence (due) of God

( some of the phrases in quotation marks are Dietrich Bonhoeffer )