Saturday, February 27, 2010

Swiss Army Men's Bathing Suits

35 anni fa: Mikis Mantakas.

On February 28, 1975 in Rome fell, mortally wounded by two bullets fired by terrorists red-greek students joined the FUAN Mikis Mantakas just 23 years old, during the 'yet another assault on the MSI site Prati district of Rome.
Alvaro Lojacono responsible for the material 's assassination, has never served a minute for that offense and not for the massacre in Via Fani, despite the adverse judgments in the first sixteen years and life imprisonment for the second . Managed to leave the country and obtained Swiss citizenship through the mother, has served nine years' imprisonment plus two other semi-freedom Swiss prison only for the 'murder of the judge Girolamo Tartaglione. Arrested in Corsica some years ago, was released, having given the French 's extradition. He currently lives in France as a free citizen.

Fabrizio Panzieri , held jointly responsible for the 'murder and sentenced to sixteen years, he escaped and is still at large.

During the process many leftists tore their clothes for these two criminals: Umberto Terracini, manager of the PCI and co-signer of the Constitution was born from the anti-fascist resistance, Giacomo Mancini, Natalia Ginzburg, Paul Gambescia, Luciana Castellina, and many others.

Friday, February 26, 2010

Cervical Polyps More Condition_treatment

An army of Fimo animals


are not delicious?

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Sore Behind Knees More Condition_symptoms

Vittorio Montiglio III.

I realize that Dead Forgotten is an archive, and getting letters like this that result, I find the urge to write, lost for many reasons, including the situation of the country. Thanks, Robert!
Meanwhile, we continue by Victor Montiglio:



Montiglio Roberto said ...
Thanks for the comments. First of all, I pray for my Italian Sousse which is not too good, I do not even speak cuando write it for so many years I have learned in school here in Chile

You can search Youtube in a home movie from 1929 funeral of Victor Montiglio, State Funeral in Rome with the army and all the people in the street, impresionante. This home video is property of Light Archives.

Vittorio was a hero, it does not matter at this point was fascist or communist, we must understand the social-political context in which it was immersed. What is important is that he went to Chile, and 14 years old to fight and give their lives for the honor of Italy, the homeland of his parents. In those times cuase all the Italians were fascists, and he was one more, like so many heroes of the War. Some friends of Victor are known as Gabrielle D'Anunziata. Visuto has a couple of years in Venezuela, as a minister / Government of Musollini responsible for Suddamerica.

But it was not the only hero in the family, the brothers Umberto (my grandfather) and John, also went in the first war. Umberto has lost an eye, and the two returned to Chile after the war. Victor remains in Italy, exhausts the (Victor's wife was the sister of the wife of Umberto), died in a car accident, but some historians say it was an accident caused by anti-fascists.

Umberto was also a hero not only to go to war and lose an eye after he was diplomatic in Chile and in Peru. First Secretary in the Italian Embassy and Ambassador in upholding a hard time, cuando War began. He had artifact from home to live in Chile and Peru cuando few years, Chile has declared war on Germany-Italy-Japan. He lost everything, went to defend his country home to the parents.

Another brother of Victor, Ottavio, was for many years Firefighter in Valparaiso, another hero, I met him as a child, a simple but elegant ladies.

sisters, Marianna and Mafalda, I also conosciutto. Mafalda has been profesoressa (teacher) to the Italian School of Santiago many years, teaching to read and write Italian in many generations of Italo-Chilean, also has been a hero, not exhausts, never has had any children propane to devote his life to the children of others.

And you can not forget the father of all these, sir Montiglio Angelo and his wife, who gave Italy and the world a family of heroes, people who have left a message in the world, and that after nearly 100 years riconosciutti still have the (Italy) and here (Chile).

Thus, the gentlemen who make comparisons between Victor Montiglio and several other political situations in the story, I say you are wrong, and they have the right to write so the name of a hero, GOLD MEDAL, which has lost vitta to defend Italy, are said to be either children or grandchildren of Italians.

Robert E. Montiglio

Thursday, February 11, 2010

Purchasing A Platypus

Happy Valentine's Day!

'm crazy about you, love you come to find

in my past
these broken toys of my words. I'll

gift of all if you want,
so I'm just a girl

full of poetry and covered with salty tears, I just want to sleep


on the bank of the night sky and become a gentle wind
chants d ' love for you.

Merini Alda, from "To your health, my love"

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Obniżenie Samochodu 6 Zł

....... LEARN AND GROW

And growing up you learn that happiness is not 'one of the great things.
It 's not the one that chases two decades, when, like gladiators fought the world to come out victorious ...
happiness is not 'that which is pursued Affan believing that love is all or nothing ...
not 'one of the strong emotions that make the "pop" out and exploding with spectacular thunder ...
happiness is not' one of skyscrapers to climb to overcome the challenges of constantly test.
grew up learning that happiness and 'made up of small but valuable things ....
... and you learn that the smell of coffee 'in the morning and' a little ritual of happiness, enough that the notes of a song, the feeling of a book by the colors that warm the heart, the flavors are enough of a kitchen, the poetry of the painters of happiness, that just the nose of your cat or your dog to feel a little happiness.
And you learn that happiness and 'made up of emotions on tiptoe, on the quiet of small explosions that expand the heart, that you can touch the stars and the sun to shine eyes,
and you learn that a field of sunflowers knows enlighten the face, that wakes you up the scent of spring from winter, and sit down to read under the shade of a tree and free the mind relaxes.

And you learn that love and 'made up of sensations delicate, small sparks in the stomach, presence of nearby too distant and learns that time expands and that those five minutes are precious and more than many long hours, and you learn that
just close your eyes, turn on the senses, sfornellare in the kitchen, read a poem, write a book or watch a photo to clear the time and distance and be with loved ones.

And you learn who to listen to a voice on the phone, receive an unexpected, happy moments are small.
And you learn to have in the drawer and the heart, but precious little dreams.

And you learn that keeping a child in her arms and 'delicious happiness.
And you learn that the greatest gifts are those that talk about people you love ... And you learn that there
'happiness even in the urgency to write a paper your thoughts, that there is' something to love, happy melancholy.

And you learn that in spite of your defense, despite
your will or your destiny,
in every gull flying there 'in the heart of a small-sized
Jonathan Livingston.
And you learn how beautiful and majestic simplicity.
(Anonymous)

reported by Silvana coquinaria up, I found it beautiful and I have copied here for memory ..

Where Do I Renew My Drivers Licence Columbus Oh

Jazzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Martha Stewart Favorite Waffles

-Globus Orchard of Mines and Marilyn

Congratulations Speech

I


Pieraccioni's new film is enjoyable, funny, sometimes exaggerated, and with a touch of bitterness which is good.
father Walter is a separate still in love with his wife ran off with a circus lion tamer, dealing with the first love of his daughter and a friend of a gay couple. With them and with a neighbor organizes a seance, in which Marilyn's will. The problem is that only he can see it and hear it, triggering the gag prettier ..
To spend a 'hour of serenity ...

Monday, February 1, 2010

Confidentiality Of Skype

life lesson

A professor before his philosophy class, put some items in front of him on the throne. Without saying anything, when the class began, took a large empty mayonnaise jar and fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full they agreed it was.

Then, the professor poured into the jar a box of pebbles and shaking slightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked, again, the students if the jar was full and they agreed it was.
The professor poured it into the jar a box of sand. Of course, the sand filled up all spaces. He asked once more the students if the jar was full, and they responded with a unanimous ".
The professor pulled out from under the two glasses of red wine and they poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the grains of sand. The students laughed!
"Now," said the professor as the laughter subsided, "I wish you that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things, your family, your children, your health, your friends and favorite things, things that if they remained after everything else was lost, however, fill your life.
"The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your home and car. The sand is everything else, the little things. "
" If you put the sand into the jar first, "he continued," there would be room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you use all your time and your energy on the small stuff, you will never have to devote to things that are really important to you.
"Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children, keep an eye on your health. Take your partner out to dinner. Play another 18 holes! Let another round of skiing! There's always time to clean the house and rubbish removal. Devote the first golf balls, things that really matter. Define your priorities, all the rest is just sand. "
A student raised her hand and inquired what the wine represented. The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked. It just goes to show that no matter how full your life sembrae: there is always room for a couple of glasses of wine with a friend. "