Make Someone Life Miserable

image in the mind ...


Gioeni In the park of Catania, just north of the ring at the end of Via Etnea happening for some time now, mysterious disappearances. The victims were all boys between eighteen and twenty-three years, a good family, in most cases, college students. The locals had suspected that some demon or evil creature, was hiding among the vegetation of the park - trees, bougainvillea, oleanders, agaves - or under the layer of volcanic soil and dry.
I wanted to see clearly.
I walked in that alley, on a day hot and muggy.
I went alone so that if a terrifying beast, seeing me helpless, would suddenly choose me as prey.
I knew that what I was doing was risky, but my curiosity was strong enough to silence any kind of fear.
I sat on a bench.
waited for hours. Children
meanwhile laughed and joked on the swings, sleepy dogs were accompanied by their owners, the old waiting for something that would never come. But nothing of the monster.
Tired of waiting, I got up and started a walk along the avenue. That's where I met Julia, my university colleague.
-Nino. What are you doing here?
-It is a nice place to spend some 'time. Relax, especially when you have company.
-Anch 'I'm all alone tonight. We could spend time together.
gladly accepted.
Giulia was more beautiful than usual, a very short black skirt and a white blouse and transparent as they left my eyes hypnotized.
After a while, 'she became serious and said
-I feel unwell. Could you take me home?
The tone was weak, but I felt that I was lying. So I decided to follow her, hoping to take it easy.
Upon arriving, he asked me kindly wait in the bedroom, while she would be changed in the bathroom.
I sat down on a chair.
Suddenly I heard a voice come from the closet:
-Help me! Help me! Will also trap you!
I walked a few steps, and asked:
-Who are you? Who should get trapped?
-Giulia! It is a mythomaniac ... meet colleagues from universities in the park, and then if he brings them home ...
-So much the better ... can not wait ...
-Ti snatch the penis and then hibernate. This is what makes.
-Are you serious?
-course. I have not yet been emasculated. Please save me!
I did not even have time to answer that Julia had already made return: "Then
Nino ... you like true ... But short-
... carinuccia ...
-I see you upset. Relax. Remove those hands from there as well ... it is not polite in front of a girl ...
-Oh! Sorry ...
-Come ... Look
-Giulia ... I must confess one thing ...
-Forget, for tonight you're mine ...
-am gay ... I'm super gay ... I'm gay gay gay!
-And when? if you always feel you do certain jokes about girls ... mascalzoncello!
not know what to do.
At any moment he would do the damn jewel in my possession heirloom frozen and unusable.
tried to dismiss one last time: I am a landslide
really ... Non-
I worry like the inexperienced ...
"Oh shit", I thought.
My end ever closer.
-Close your eyes ... I want to make a sly joke - said Julia, smiling ominously.
-But why ... Let me look at you so beautiful!
Nothing. I had to obey. That look bewitching not let other way out.
perspiration began to grow.
My last prayer to take shape, although I had never prayed before.
Then I heard one voice: The ball-
... the ball ... sir. The
-ball? I've lost one?
When I opened my eyes I saw a child who asked for his ball. I was standing on a bench, still in that park.

How Many Calories Ae In Colegate

When I love ....

(photo by Garima)

... I love totally

Love is something you take in, with a sudden

inexhaustible power.

Love is joy and uncontrollable laughter, followed by cries

obscene.

Love is a roller coaster of life,

The wind ruffles your hair and makes

watery eyes.

Love is a succession of moments, hours, days, months and years

beautiful and ugly, calm and stormy.

Love is an inextricable mix

need, need, obsession, thought, desire

as the Gordian knot.

Love is hardness and softness, is salty and sugary,

is burning and cold as

cross the desert under the scorching sun and then feel cold in the nights the moon.

Love is the sun and moon, stars and planets

universe under the eyes and even more in the head.

The total need of love is within themselves.

Love has no word if or how, but love has only

the verb have and the verb and the verb to be.

Love is having the sweaty skin, and mix your own sweat

with those of your loved one.

's love is beauty, the other

seraphic bliss and reflection in the eyes of others.

Love is holding hands all day and all night

and not want to leave even to go to the bathroom.

Love is eating and drinking from the same plate.

Love are caresses, kisses, touching, rubbing, and

bites, scratches, slaps, the Goduria and enjoyment,

suffering and delusional externalization of pain.

Love is infinite sweetness, followed by endless restlessness.

desire Love is immediately followed by another desire.

Love is every second call to say I love you.

Love is not getting tired of words and silences.

Love is smiling in the morning turn

infinite sweetness and joy and say hello.

Love is kissing your eyes closed in the evening.

Love is looking and then go to laugh and cry

and then to the seriousness, and then to laugh again.

Love is touching and retouching, you feel desire

after having fulfilled his body burned from care.

Love is having on me and lick the salt water droplets

and then feel like a stream of cold mountain water.

Love is work and pleasure together, is construction and destruction.

Love is realized, and vanish in a single emotion

covering yourself and your whole world.

Love is the reversal of each company, basing on a single foundation:

the couple in every way.

Love is work and smile, be sad but strong, love is

problems and solutions, daily dive

in an ongoing problem and continually find and smile of the resolution.

Love is reeling as drowned and die with cling

despair to this lifeline.

Love is perilous voyage in stormy seas, but also

flight in calm blue skies.

Love is good and bad together, love is passion and reflection together,

love is glaring need and introspection.

Love is madness, death and rebirth is the time.

Love is cooking and appreciation, cooking and mess.

Love is dirty and clean, shiny and opaque.

Love the eyes are crossed by flashes of iridescent fire

and expanses of blue.

Love blossoms and withers every second, continuously,

like water boiling in the pot, in a low mumble.

Love is striking and poignant, love is crying, screaming,

and independent of where, how and why.

Love is all that and more, because

draws on the entire world literature

to express themselves with words that humanly are not enough.

Love must live it to understand it.

It is still not enough, you need to understand death.

love overwhelms you, and every day I crushed in a vise

heavy that it takes your breath away.

Love finds you in the evening tired and too strong for

then throw in a new day even more pressing in the stomach.

Love 's feeling sick all day and heal every second.

's love is to breathe the same air of the other, and share

the same water.

Love feeds on itself, eating and regenerated every day.

Love, finally, is found beside

sitting in front of the setting sun, holding hands and think in unison:

was a beautiful life with you.

And all this is for you.

Drinks Using Kahlua And Gin

THE DARK OR LIGHT?


I felt pain in the muscles and joints. My heart was going at high speed, 75 beats per minute. Or at least I think. I was completely naked. The place was uncomfortable, dark and cramped. Features that certainly confirms to privacy. I was lost and terribly alone. A shiver of fear through my back up to the neck. My nerve cells seemed to many lights lit. Pointed to a state of high alert. As I wanted to, I could not open his eyes. About my thoughts, things were even worse: I had no sense of myself, of my person. To be sincere, I was not exactly able to formulate concepts that allowed me to understand with sufficient clearly what it meant to be a person. I was in a complete inability to think about my past and I had an improbable and unreliable perception about a possible future. All my senses were numb. I wanted to run away, move. No way! Every action I was denied. I wonder why? I wanted to scream! I swallowed at least for fear if I had been possible to swallow. It is undeniable that in that state the obvious and logical question to ask was: . At the same time, I felt that following the path traced by it I would not get the right understanding of that story. Not that I understood the reason, a new, visceral and mysterious question mark appeared in my mind: . The question seemed inexplicably seemed more appropriate and more able to lead me to answer important and necessary. All thoughts remained unfinished and suspended in a sort of brain fog. Physical pain and soreness became the only pressing need to address right now. Throughout my stay in that place, I had to adapt to the environment to be fully withdrawn into myself. I tried to find a more comfortable position. The first attempt failed to turn around. I tried again. Nothing to do. At that point, it was quite clear: I had no chance to perform movements. Mah! The matter was very suspicious! While I wondered if you really are breathing air, I fell asleep. Time passed. Impossible to estimate its duration. Smells and indefinite masses of sweet taste hit me, waking from sleep. I was finally able to execute orders that my mind was giving to the body. With her hand began to walk slowly and repeatedly every inch of my skin, almost with curiosity. I could hear muffled noises, voices, and perhaps even music. All very far away, who knows where!? I opened my eyes. All of a sudden. It was dark beyond belief. The sudden blaze of light I came bully in the iris, then disappeared. Perhaps it was only an impression. I felt my blood stream and it seemed smooth. Although then I would not be able to estimate what was a regular blood flow. I waved a jolt. I closed my eyes in terror. I remained motionless waiting. A shot I stuck my elbows to the sternum. I tried to understand, but I did not have even a chance to move that crushed me another blow to a greater extent to the previous year. Fear took over. The shots became frenzied and rhythmic. All this marked the beginning of the end, I was sure. I was pushed and shattered. I could not understand and could not see anything. I found myself upside down and slid down driven by an irresistible force. The end was near! I could not even cry. Something grabbed my neck, squeezing, choking on the decision. The crowds made me narrow pulse blood in the temples. The pressure became unbearable, and crushed my eyeballs to the point that seemed to want uscirmi from their sockets. Something very painful was about to happen. The forces suddenly left me, leaving me in complete inability to tackle the immense mystery. I found only a modicum of energy to force myself to never forget that question: . I did not understand why, but I knew that in the future, deciphering it, no more important question would remain unanswered. Then it was chaos, disorder of sounds, fear, confusion, dismay, confusion and crazy lights. All of a sudden stopped. The calm permeated my body and invaded my mind, leaving me hanging in a huge way vacuum. Silence. Quiet. Then silence again. From the big nothing, a voice appeared, shrill, annoying and as close as I had never heard before: "It's a nice boy!"