Blood Vessel Burst On Breast

481 - clouds and stars

this year are named

Alessio, Stefano, Elena, Giorgia, Soknha, Kevin. is they who have five years in section of clouds public school kindergarten G. Rodari of Bovezio Brescia.

who accompanies them on their path is always the precious teacher Fulvia.

the theme is "watching the sky through the square - wait a moment Gongolo - great authors."

this is the painting to start with the observation:

are performed at night on the island mysterious wonders

and these masterpieces of children:

is nothing more to add the word works?
not it? You can only watch silent, surprised, grateful.
Hello kids, hello teacher Fulvia!
you, always, my greeting, my thanks.

How Much Ativan To O.d.

subversion of the Senses - Stefan Zweig - 1932 Corbaccio

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From that evening, in which I revered this man opened his soul to that night forty years ago, all our novelists and poets tell how overtime, all the comedies that are under the mask of tragedy, it seems childish, it seems useless. E 'for convenience, for lack of courage or to have too narrow a horizon that they always show all and only the edge surface of life, which are operating under the clear light of day, clearly and methodically, while down below, in underground, in caves or sewers of the heart, the perilous beasts s'agit sinister glow of passion, joining in the dark and torn in all the most fantastic pair?

frightens them and the hot breath of struggitore demonic instincts, the exhalation of the blood burns, fear of contamination of the hands are too delicate to scourges of humanity, or their eyes unaccustomed to light a milder

not find the way to go down the slippery steps of wet rot?

Yet for one who loves knowledge, there is no greater pleasure than to know the hidden secret

there is no more powerful than the thrill that accompanies the danger, suffering and there is no more sacred those who can not speak for shame.

Here, however, a man was opening in absolute nakedness, he tore his chest deep, ready to show his heart tortured, poisoned, burned and rotted. With savage delight you with this battered flagellating confession suppressed for years and years. Only he who all his life he tried to shame all his life hath been hidden, has run down and hidden, could erupt in an outburst as he so impressively overwhelming

ruthless in his confession. This man was digging his life piece by piece from his chest,

and for the first time I, boy, pushed him look down into the deepest depths of human feeling.

D'apprima his disembodied voice wandering in the dark, dark foreboding of emotion, made vague reference to the mysterious, yet I sensed from the desire to painfully restrain this passion, all the power that was about to erupt, as in some jokes are very slow a very accelerated pace s'indovina earlier, he feels with every fiber of the "furious" that will follow .....

Capriccio daring of fatal destiny,

Even the clear day you try it

Towards the abyss, into the labyrinth

of the human heart, oh subversion of the senses!

Since dualism can save our

You only nell'amplesso your mortal;

Wake up, there difendiam against fate,

vile Fearing the fatal passion.

burning blood and spirit in separated flame

Only fate, veiled in dark years

In the storm's unite them know .

conteniam As long as there are not true:

Lightning sol, and red sparks in us

Spirit in blood and blood in spirit melts.

Biography:

http://reocities.com/athens/3221/zweigbiografia_01.html

"Why 'Love is a liaison between a reflex and its object "
Joseph Brodsky Foundation of the incurably pag.100

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Life - Family Album - 1946

YEAR 1946

Original photography format 6cmx8cm

Renato, Maria and Graziano

Cost of living in 1946

Salary a worker was about 10,000 Lira, Lira 4 Cost of the newspaper, cup of coffee Lira 20 (you start to notice the "value" of things .. now the paper costs as much as a coffee today to maintain this proportion of coffee would cost, compared to € 1.10, five times what € 5.50)

considerations to you on our daily ....

Bread Lira 45 (yes yes, you understood well), Milk 30 Lira, 25 Lira a book (like a coffee? .. Poor today's culture) Wine 75 Lire, 120 Lire Pasta, Rice 60 Pounds of Beef Pulp

Lira 400, Sugar Lire 720 (!) [.. and now think about how much sugar we use today ..]

An ounce of gold

1936.27 Pounds 818 Pounds for 1 €

http://www. cracantu.it / services / on_line / various / valorelira.php
http://www.pbmstoria.it/dizionari/storia_mod/s/s011.htm

THE TWO MAIN NEWS OF THE YEAR:

ON 9 MAY, THE KING OF ITALY Vittorio Emanuele III of Savoy

abdicates in favor of Umberto II. Previously, he had only granted the governorship.

The new King of Italy will reign only 35 days.

On June 2, ELECTIONS

you vote for the referendum. The response comes from the polls is as follows:

REPUBBLICA 12,717,923 VOTES

"MONARCHY"

10,719,284 votes declared invalid 1,509,735

The pretender to the throne, King Umberto II is angry and cries of vote rigging scandal (.. and Italy is our still have that ...) to the last does not resign. (.. Nothing has changed ..)

From the site:

http://cronologia.leonardo.it/storia/a1946.htm

Small Costume News and Society: In 1946
is marketed for the first time the sale at a cost of 68,000 Pounds

and the bikini was invented by French tailor Réard Louis in Paris in 1946 (officially introduced July 5).

In the same year he won the Nobel for literature Hermann Hesse.

Original Postcard - Family Photo

Renato, Mary Graziano

Size 13.9 cm x8, 8

Thanks to the origin country (the second half of the 800) and the good fortune to be peasant proprietors and sharecroppers

my enjoyed "very much", they were lucky compared to others ... but it was my fortune, that of having breathed the literal sense, the value, the poetry of things, done by hand at art, the oneness of all things ... ..

... in love and war ...

Everything is explained in the beginning, always, each has its departure.

My grandmother, a type ... I got to her?

On the Status of Women:

http://utenti.quipo.it/scuolacoletti/donna/novecento/costume.htm

Message On Card First Anniversary Of Death

I were here




Now I wish you were here
licking soul
to embrace the heart,
sniffing around the eyes, to take the
thoughts, and skin


in a time
drowned in a lake with sheets and light

that by a thousand candles
gets caught in the night
of your hair ,
dies
between our breaths

I
still travel inside,
look from outside, have you
him,
keep you with me.
and get lost.
Forever.