Tic Tac, Tic Tac ...
Sometimes, it is too difficult.
There are days that look at the face of a clock makes me anxious.
Two days ago I was beaten by my own panic attack.
Luckily, I proclaimed in quite good know how to manage.
He put a depression on him, slamming his head on the ground willingly. And the best part is that I'm also careful to deflect all of those reasons appanicamento: no clocks hands, not to hear the annoying noise of the hands that snap, never engage in activities that I take away more than an hour for one, change often what I do to convince me not to become a fossil in front of that thing, little sleep and stay awake for a long time in the evening to enjoy all the hours available to me are given, at least when I can and I'm not too tired.
And what I fall? What do I care?
a song. Stupid damn song. A group
recently discovered, French songs (that I will always adored this language ...) that arouse strong emotions, kind of music very close to my favorite, and here is the mess. A moment of relaxation, the mind clear and tensions disappear. The nerves are softened for a moment, just all this stress, stop with the anxiety and turmoil, you're paranoid, you're stupid.
And I let myself cheat.
While listening to the song, completely sprawled on the couch, iPod in hand and headphones in your ears, volume in the right size, not too high not to burst the eardrums, but enough to get rid of all background noise, I'm enjoying this new discovery.
And the eye, a traitor, he falls for a moment on the player's display, where a scroll bar appears correctly and the countdown of the song in progress.
And it was panic.
Something clicked in my mind, just like when you hear people screaming and see the scape in all directions, that I understood more what was happening.
E 'was terrific, it was a long time since I did not catch it unprepared.
I managed to regain control of my body and my mind only after some ten minutes and tell you that I do not remember what there was in the "during". Fortunately, I was still in the same position and the song faded to give way to another. I
have made violence and I leaned back the look on display. With my raise new barriers has been a breeze, but admit I was afraid.
I hope none of you ever find yourself in these situations.
Thursday, December 14, 2006
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
Free Kates Playground Full Sets Kates Playground?
A journey through the labyrinth of the mind
Original title: Stay
Genre: Thriller, Drama Production
:
U.S. 2005 Director: Marc Forster
Cast: Ewan McGregor, Bob Hoskins, Ryan Gosling, Naomi Watts
Rating: 9.0
I have read many reviews, negative and positive about this film.
I'll tell you my personal opinion.
As you can see from the vote that I gave - very difficult for me to give such a high score a movie - I really liked this film, after a negative opinion of my mother, me, in all material respects, pleasantly surprised.
colorful expression of my mother "is a bullshit" is due solely to the fact that he did not understand the ending, then, for this was a must see.
I fell in love immediately, realizing that the first final so hard (not even my boyfriend has understood), or at least only give my own interpretation, and greatly appreciate the excellent work of the director, actors and screenwriter, as well as of that magician of photography.
Speaking of the plot, I find it amazing and appasionante, crushing the viewer in a vice between dream and reality, bringing the mind of the beholder though most do not understand what he is selling is really what is happening or just some kind of vision.
Everything takes place within a few days, during which the psychologist Sam, abetted by his girlfriend with a dark past, seek in every way to save his patient, Henry, played by Ryan Gosling is exceptional, which has threatened to commit suicide the very day of his 21st birthday, following in the footsteps of his idol. A crazy race against time that ends in a dramatic way, but the ending, in my opinion, was a unique experience that leaves a bitter taste, but to savor every minute. The
visual details are wonderful.
Scattered throughout the film, which suggest that there is indeed something odd (again, but also in many other places, we see right now a remarkable resemblance to The Sixth Sense), but the normal routine with promoting the protagonists, diverts the mind from those that are, in fact, obvious clues. The film then is full of those who, in my opinion, are the must dell'illogico behavior of our brain, objects and situations that we find in our dreams and we do not know to whom to give a full explanation, repeated and random objects, for no apparent reason their collocazone, phobias and fears that arise when our barriers fell, a sense of loss and inability to go-go.
course, for fans of the genre and who knows at least a minimum Freud, this film is littered with pitfalls and stuffed with cabbage and have to say about the writer, the director and the world is falling apart. I am sure that it is full of details and explanations illogical, poorly understood and poorly rendered on screen, but the film, an end in itself, or on the ignorant like myself, is sensational.
Speaking of the actors.
premise now that I just do not like Ewan (Nasty, have mercy on me), and Naomi Watts, after the terror that made me try it with The Ring, I find it hard to look a long time but, despite not I have never liked them, I have always appreciated their work, except of course for the questionable interpretation of Obi-Wan. In this film, however, does not give the best of themselves, giving life to the characters normal enough, without big words, a bit 'flat to be honest. Who I am deeply impressed, however, with his performance and his character was, as I said before, Ryan Gosling, in its frenzied and chaotic madness, carried out with consistency (much appreciated, seeing the world in which travel), a character difficult and confusing, with an urgent desire to die, but who seeks redemption and, perhaps, lost in an alternate world, built with his own hands. What
that the protagonist creates, in the instant before he died in the real world is like a journey that takes her mind, searching for something, perhaps, or just posting random images to its owner, without explanation and without a end. But this is not what ultimately interested in the plot that, absolutely, does not point to a brain to understand how it behaves in the moment before you stop working, or at least, while resting, but must only what happens when we are not aware of it, just remember that in the morning.
For this reason, I agree with those who go against this film, accusing the director to turn over in his grave that great genius of Freud, is not Forster wanted to do: he did not think to understand the world of dreams, nor to reveal the entire universe who knows what a great truth. I do not think this was his goal, I guess he just wanted to put on screen a dream, amplifying, of course, all those details that in reality we do not see or remember, all with tricks to gorge on movies, also to draw a plot and a profit.
The photograph, of course, is perfect. Frames at the right time the details right, sometimes you see only in passing some details, yet you seem to have seen them for hours, then when you find yourself in front of them. The lights, the shadows and reflections in the final game of the movie are very beautiful, great for absolutely. Many of you only think that this film was shot on a tight budget. Maybe so, maybe put together a bunch of pictures, even of poor quality, only to begin offering the usual B-movie hackneyed. There is that this is so, I do not know and do not care. In my opinion, was fabulous, even though the special effects were not perfect and the plot points had not well developed.
Finally, in the film are all the typical stereotypes of the dream, masculated in a workmanlike manner, without making the film heavy or boring. Who of us has never happened in a dream, to move from one room to another, without remembering what was in the middle? Or how many Sometimes an 'image that was impressed during the day, we find everywhere in our fantasy dream? And details on which we focus, as we wander lost in a boundless valley? Notes
negative?
At the moment, I saw only once and a while ago, I was only one. The finish, not the final general of the film, I mean just the last three or four scenes, here, for me, we could also avoid the. There are very good and I appreciated the film much more if it were not. They are not that bad, just that the film is dramatic, all focused on a mental journey of Henry, we do not really see the link to to force their mess two the same, I mean Ewan and Naomi.
I recommend a bit 'at all, there are types of people more or less set, and if you do not like, however, do not blame me, I would stay there very badly, because what I appreciated. Ah, do not get so emotionally involved with a film from the good old days of the first Saw.
Original title: Stay
Genre: Thriller, Drama Production
:
U.S. 2005 Director: Marc Forster
Cast: Ewan McGregor, Bob Hoskins, Ryan Gosling, Naomi Watts
Rating: 9.0
I have read many reviews, negative and positive about this film.
I'll tell you my personal opinion.
As you can see from the vote that I gave - very difficult for me to give such a high score a movie - I really liked this film, after a negative opinion of my mother, me, in all material respects, pleasantly surprised.
colorful expression of my mother "is a bullshit" is due solely to the fact that he did not understand the ending, then, for this was a must see.
I fell in love immediately, realizing that the first final so hard (not even my boyfriend has understood), or at least only give my own interpretation, and greatly appreciate the excellent work of the director, actors and screenwriter, as well as of that magician of photography.
Speaking of the plot, I find it amazing and appasionante, crushing the viewer in a vice between dream and reality, bringing the mind of the beholder though most do not understand what he is selling is really what is happening or just some kind of vision.
Everything takes place within a few days, during which the psychologist Sam, abetted by his girlfriend with a dark past, seek in every way to save his patient, Henry, played by Ryan Gosling is exceptional, which has threatened to commit suicide the very day of his 21st birthday, following in the footsteps of his idol. A crazy race against time that ends in a dramatic way, but the ending, in my opinion, was a unique experience that leaves a bitter taste, but to savor every minute. The
visual details are wonderful.
Scattered throughout the film, which suggest that there is indeed something odd (again, but also in many other places, we see right now a remarkable resemblance to The Sixth Sense), but the normal routine with promoting the protagonists, diverts the mind from those that are, in fact, obvious clues. The film then is full of those who, in my opinion, are the must dell'illogico behavior of our brain, objects and situations that we find in our dreams and we do not know to whom to give a full explanation, repeated and random objects, for no apparent reason their collocazone, phobias and fears that arise when our barriers fell, a sense of loss and inability to go-go.
course, for fans of the genre and who knows at least a minimum Freud, this film is littered with pitfalls and stuffed with cabbage and have to say about the writer, the director and the world is falling apart. I am sure that it is full of details and explanations illogical, poorly understood and poorly rendered on screen, but the film, an end in itself, or on the ignorant like myself, is sensational.
Speaking of the actors.
premise now that I just do not like Ewan (Nasty, have mercy on me), and Naomi Watts, after the terror that made me try it with The Ring, I find it hard to look a long time but, despite not I have never liked them, I have always appreciated their work, except of course for the questionable interpretation of Obi-Wan. In this film, however, does not give the best of themselves, giving life to the characters normal enough, without big words, a bit 'flat to be honest. Who I am deeply impressed, however, with his performance and his character was, as I said before, Ryan Gosling, in its frenzied and chaotic madness, carried out with consistency (much appreciated, seeing the world in which travel), a character difficult and confusing, with an urgent desire to die, but who seeks redemption and, perhaps, lost in an alternate world, built with his own hands. What
that the protagonist creates, in the instant before he died in the real world is like a journey that takes her mind, searching for something, perhaps, or just posting random images to its owner, without explanation and without a end. But this is not what ultimately interested in the plot that, absolutely, does not point to a brain to understand how it behaves in the moment before you stop working, or at least, while resting, but must only what happens when we are not aware of it, just remember that in the morning.
For this reason, I agree with those who go against this film, accusing the director to turn over in his grave that great genius of Freud, is not Forster wanted to do: he did not think to understand the world of dreams, nor to reveal the entire universe who knows what a great truth. I do not think this was his goal, I guess he just wanted to put on screen a dream, amplifying, of course, all those details that in reality we do not see or remember, all with tricks to gorge on movies, also to draw a plot and a profit.
The photograph, of course, is perfect. Frames at the right time the details right, sometimes you see only in passing some details, yet you seem to have seen them for hours, then when you find yourself in front of them. The lights, the shadows and reflections in the final game of the movie are very beautiful, great for absolutely. Many of you only think that this film was shot on a tight budget. Maybe so, maybe put together a bunch of pictures, even of poor quality, only to begin offering the usual B-movie hackneyed. There is that this is so, I do not know and do not care. In my opinion, was fabulous, even though the special effects were not perfect and the plot points had not well developed.
Finally, in the film are all the typical stereotypes of the dream, masculated in a workmanlike manner, without making the film heavy or boring. Who of us has never happened in a dream, to move from one room to another, without remembering what was in the middle? Or how many Sometimes an 'image that was impressed during the day, we find everywhere in our fantasy dream? And details on which we focus, as we wander lost in a boundless valley? Notes
negative?
At the moment, I saw only once and a while ago, I was only one. The finish, not the final general of the film, I mean just the last three or four scenes, here, for me, we could also avoid the. There are very good and I appreciated the film much more if it were not. They are not that bad, just that the film is dramatic, all focused on a mental journey of Henry, we do not really see the link to to force their mess two the same, I mean Ewan and Naomi.
I recommend a bit 'at all, there are types of people more or less set, and if you do not like, however, do not blame me, I would stay there very badly, because what I appreciated. Ah, do not get so emotionally involved with a film from the good old days of the first Saw.
Monday, November 13, 2006
The Names Of Columbus' Ships
A moment of seriousness
As an active volunteer of the Ordinance Italy - International Organization for Animal Protection - please read the below, pervenutomi by email from the makers of the kennel, inviting you to make this small sacrifice in support of our little four-legged friends.
Spin the voice! :)
URGENT APPEAL
First of all thanks for your support: in addition to being strong evidence of public reaction to injustice that we endure, there has been a great help morale. The Doghouse
Termine now more than ever in need of economic support.
As you know, the municipality of Sesto Fiorentino has never contributed and still contributes to the financial support of our animal friends. The Association has always lived in 'alms', relying on the good hearts of his supporters. Unfortunately, this whole situation that is going on for 10 months (before the seizure - now under way - then the order for demolition) has decreased significantly donations, bringing us to the point of not being able to cover operating costs (electricity and water) and above the cost to feed and care for our 4-legged friends.
We turn to you because you supported our cause so far, and only you understand the situation more than any other day what day it is getting increasingly critical.
We ask for an offer of € 5 (but if someone wants to give more, is welcome ...); is not an absurd request, it means giving up a breakfast bar, and we would like to have a range of many months.
The postal account is payable 48 509 111 Union Friends of the Dog and Cat.
If you wish to pay through the bank, the details are: ABI
07601 - CAB 02800
Please give us this demonstration of love and trust, we really need!
Thank you so much, our guests will be grateful for life.
Directorate Union Friends of the Dog and Cat
As an active volunteer of the Ordinance Italy - International Organization for Animal Protection - please read the below, pervenutomi by email from the makers of the kennel, inviting you to make this small sacrifice in support of our little four-legged friends.
Spin the voice! :)
URGENT APPEAL
First of all thanks for your support: in addition to being strong evidence of public reaction to injustice that we endure, there has been a great help morale. The Doghouse
Termine now more than ever in need of economic support.
As you know, the municipality of Sesto Fiorentino has never contributed and still contributes to the financial support of our animal friends. The Association has always lived in 'alms', relying on the good hearts of his supporters. Unfortunately, this whole situation that is going on for 10 months (before the seizure - now under way - then the order for demolition) has decreased significantly donations, bringing us to the point of not being able to cover operating costs (electricity and water) and above the cost to feed and care for our 4-legged friends.
We turn to you because you supported our cause so far, and only you understand the situation more than any other day what day it is getting increasingly critical.
We ask for an offer of € 5 (but if someone wants to give more, is welcome ...); is not an absurd request, it means giving up a breakfast bar, and we would like to have a range of many months.
The postal account is payable 48 509 111 Union Friends of the Dog and Cat.
If you wish to pay through the bank, the details are: ABI
07601 - CAB 02800
Please give us this demonstration of love and trust, we really need!
Thank you so much, our guests will be grateful for life.
Directorate Union Friends of the Dog and Cat
Tuesday, November 7, 2006
Los Hombres De Paco Series Watch
Original title: Daredevil
Genre: Action
Production: 2003 U.S.
Director: Mark Steven Johnson
Cast: Ben Affleck, Jennifer Garner, Michael Clarke Duncan, Colin Farrell , Jon Favreau
Rating: 2.0
And here is the first stone that will contribute to the destruction of quell'inetto Colin Farrell. And of course I could not miss the appointment, given that one of My buddies gave packages, citing an excuse of all questionable. But do not focus our attention on such silly red tape, rather we think to review, oh what an honor, this masterpiece of Hollywood.
Definitely the most useless movie I've ever seen. One moment, let's not exaggerate, the second chapter in the saga of the Pirates take all my applause, but this was a little gem last night, and forgive my beautiful sweaters in their drawer, has claimed that I looked for strength.
of Marvel characters I do not mean much, but I know who is Frank Miller. His genius and his pencil gave birth to a cartoon character on the most important one may remember. And if he, the film version was put into safe hands, this one really disappointed in everything. Yet, from what I read around, Daredevil was certainly the most loved by the audience: the wait for this movie must have been heartbreaking.
The plot is rampant, not only in the sense of the word, so fast paced and, above all, that overwhelms you and, eventually, there you got a bat.
I state that the film I started to follow him when the child prodigy was already older and had his first encounter with the beautiful Elektra, so my review will be very brief and tralascerà detailed account of the plot. However, I do not think of remain with nothing to say.
As mentioned, the plot is not explanatory enough. Everything goes by the force of inertia, bringing the buonaccione to get his revenge and, oh God that paladin, not stained with blood, when it is ahead of his final enemy, choosing rather to leave it in the meal justice. A hero who lives by night, eating and revenge rests in a sarcophagus: at one point I thought to go over there to see the young Harker, notebook in hand.
Obviously, boring next to Ben, could not miss the aide, in this case a better choice Elektra, in my opinion, only the strong resemblance to the original paper, which loads the male hormones that just enough. But even suppose this to be a character that certainly deserved more than the five minutes devoted to his training, which shows us "what is good and what is handsome, no, not his firm buttocks.
So, on balance, the side of good, there are two really dumb. She, perhaps, a little bit you save, but he ... Oh God, I have no words. Expressiveness worthy only of Ben Affleck. And I apologize if there are people in love for this actor, but his face is a mask of wax, this is not raining there.
But we want to move on to analyze the bad guys? Oh, yes.
And then to do the most evil villain, we have Michael Clarke Duncan, who make these parts I just do not see him there at all. I will remember him best, like Green Mile, but in the bad boss, who was born and raised in the Bronx ra crime and corruption, boh, a bit out of place 'with the image I had created him. However, for the time he has been granted, is what he does too, considering who only appear every now and then, dressed in full tailoring and in the end, to fight Ben, where he lost in two seconds.
And here to you, the better his estate, our dear, very nice, Colin, in this film, it appears to the best of his ability.
Fully struck, paranoid, with the establishment to throw darts and scared to death (totally misunderstood) the enemy it faces, is not followed much in the development of the story, but I do not understand where I was born this visceral terror to the hero in swimsuit. When it appeared, pulling darts without even looking (oh, how much arrogance) and strictly by the center every time, I was already sbellicando laughter. But I had not even seen the rest:
There seems a clear invitation? That bersagio imprinted on his forehead, does not encourage you to try, with a bow and arrows, to do downtown? As soon as I saw him, his hands began to itch, I thought of having to punch the TV with something, a cleaver, one of my katanas (no, never infected by dirty blood) and try to crack that skull in half.
and sky, it's usually totally bad with those eyebrows protruding here could not make him wrong worse. I do not want
averted further on his pitiful acting, which seems to me to shoot the red cross, but Santa Cleopatra, here is the bottom, is totally unable to give depth to a character.
And when he flew down, smashing a window of a church, right right on the hood of a car, my heart leapt, filling of deep joy, reaching the peace of mind.
The film is over, I laughed a lot and I thought "oh well, it's bullshit, you can not look, but at least it's over and I managed to watch a whole movie with one of Farrell social evil "and do not, ladies and gentlemen, we have a sequel, made just after the closing credits, the most useless of all film and totally stupid and ridiculous.
hospital room, a complete idiot bands and covered with patches, which goes some way to cast a fly that buzzes around. And how does it? makes you wonder? But simple: it takes a syringe and attach the fly on the wall.
The film ends, finally, by gloating idiot above all to be able to do more in the center, cries while (hopefully only is exhaling its last breath) "Bull." Glad he .
Friday, November 3, 2006
Change Tonner For Samsung Scx-4521f
Aidlyn The first stone - a nick, so many memories
I would be more nearby. I wish there were all these miles between us could do it, would create a bridge that takes me directly there in your city.
I wish I could hug when you need me, I would not only having to console and help with words, cold and written on a page in Word. I would like to tell you how special you are heading, how I love you, because these two years and more, I have filled with warmth and affection.
I confess that, kept in my heart, I think you're the best friend I've ever met, that everything we said has helped me to grow and become more mature, a girl better.
I just want to be able to join a little 'more of your world, and you mine.
For the moment I'm happy with what we have, but do not believe that I give up.
I would be more nearby. I wish there were all these miles between us could do it, would create a bridge that takes me directly there in your city.
I wish I could hug when you need me, I would not only having to console and help with words, cold and written on a page in Word. I would like to tell you how special you are heading, how I love you, because these two years and more, I have filled with warmth and affection.
I confess that, kept in my heart, I think you're the best friend I've ever met, that everything we said has helped me to grow and become more mature, a girl better.
I just want to be able to join a little 'more of your world, and you mine.
For the moment I'm happy with what we have, but do not believe that I give up.
Thursday, November 2, 2006
Ballet Shoestemplates
Happy Birthday
And a special wish goes to my love potato chips, which today celebrates 25 years!
As you are old ... but I love you. Happy birthday sweetie.
And a special wish goes to my love potato chips, which today celebrates 25 years!
As you are old ... but I love you. Happy birthday sweetie.
Friday, October 20, 2006
Costco Brush For Sale
The King of Ice
And I would spend ten minutes of my time to dedicate a corner of this Lj to a man, a myth (not like that kind of burden-actor) that create something magical about skating.
Obviously, I'm talking about the King, familiarly called Plush.
A video combs understand what you try looking at it, and to say how special this person. The video is not random, but one of the exercises that he then took the gold medal in Turin one that remains in my heart.
Anyway, for the record, Lambiel is a person completely useless and incapable and the other night at Golden Celebrities on Ice transmitted by Italy 1, I was even more shocked.
Plush, however, makes no exceptions.
And I would spend ten minutes of my time to dedicate a corner of this Lj to a man, a myth (not like that kind of burden-actor) that create something magical about skating.
Obviously, I'm talking about the King, familiarly called Plush.
A video combs understand what you try looking at it, and to say how special this person. The video is not random, but one of the exercises that he then took the gold medal in Turin one that remains in my heart.
Anyway, for the record, Lambiel is a person completely useless and incapable and the other night at Golden Celebrities on Ice transmitted by Italy 1, I was even more shocked.
Plush, however, makes no exceptions.
Jeffrey Dahmer Borderline
Test
And here's a pretty nice test, taken (I would say pilfered) from my partner Ranessa Slytherin.
Oh my darling, thanks for the loan, to make good. ^____^
1) If I were a month: January
2) If I was a week day would be: Sunday
3) If I were a time of day would be: eight in the morning
4) If I were a planet I would be: my, Uranus
5) If I were a sea animal I would be: orca
6) If I were an article of furniture would be: a three-seat sofa
7) If I were a sin I would be: Sloth
8) If I were a liquid I would be: Coca cola
9) If I were a tree: a fir
10) If I were a bird, a robin
11) If I were a tool would be: a ladle
12) If I un fiore sarei: un girasole
13) Se fossi un evento atmosferico sarei: neve
14) Se fossi un personaggio mitologico sarei: e che ne so!
15) If I were an instrument would be: a bass
16) If I were an animal I would be: a brown bear
17) If I were a color: Silver
18) If I were an emotion I would be: serenity
19) If I were a vegetable I would be: chard
20) If I were a sound I would be: the chirping of cicadas
21) If I were an item would be: Air
22) If I were a machine would be: A Dodge Viper (old model!)
23) If I were a song I would be: is there really to ask? O__O
24) If I were a movie would be: Too many
25) If I were a book would be: Memoirs of a Gheisha
26) If I were a food: Pizza
27) If I were a city would be: Paris
28) If I would have a material: Granite
29) If I were a taste: Sweet
30) If I were a scent I would be: Jasmine
31) If I were a word I would be: right?
32) If I were an object would be: censer
33) If I were a body part would be: a finger
34) If I were a facial expression would be: In love
35) If I were a school subject: History
36) If I were a character in a cartoon would be: Sakurazukamori
38) If I were a shape I would be: a circle
39) If I were a number would be: 6
40) If I were a direction I would be: center
41) If I were a 'Actress: Nicole Kidman
42) If I were a sweet tiramisu
43) If I were an ice cream flavor: Fedora (Buontalenti with bits of chocolate and hazelnuts)
44) If I were a teddy bear, a huge teddy bear
45) If I I would be a fruit: fig
46) If I were dog: my
47) If I cat: my stray cat, which passes to see
48) If it was too late: Run
And here's a pretty nice test, taken (I would say pilfered) from my partner Ranessa Slytherin.
Oh my darling, thanks for the loan, to make good. ^____^
1) If I were a month: January
2) If I was a week day would be: Sunday
3) If I were a time of day would be: eight in the morning
4) If I were a planet I would be: my, Uranus
5) If I were a sea animal I would be: orca
6) If I were an article of furniture would be: a three-seat sofa
7) If I were a sin I would be: Sloth
8) If I were a liquid I would be: Coca cola
9) If I were a tree: a fir
10) If I were a bird, a robin
11) If I were a tool would be: a ladle
12) If I un fiore sarei: un girasole
13) Se fossi un evento atmosferico sarei: neve
14) Se fossi un personaggio mitologico sarei: e che ne so!
15) If I were an instrument would be: a bass
16) If I were an animal I would be: a brown bear
17) If I were a color: Silver
18) If I were an emotion I would be: serenity
19) If I were a vegetable I would be: chard
20) If I were a sound I would be: the chirping of cicadas
21) If I were an item would be: Air
22) If I were a machine would be: A Dodge Viper (old model!)
23) If I were a song I would be: is there really to ask? O__O
24) If I were a movie would be: Too many
25) If I were a book would be: Memoirs of a Gheisha
26) If I were a food: Pizza
27) If I were a city would be: Paris
28) If I would have a material: Granite
29) If I were a taste: Sweet
30) If I were a scent I would be: Jasmine
31) If I were a word I would be: right?
32) If I were an object would be: censer
33) If I were a body part would be: a finger
34) If I were a facial expression would be: In love
35) If I were a school subject: History
36) If I were a character in a cartoon would be: Sakurazukamori
38) If I were a shape I would be: a circle
39) If I were a number would be: 6
40) If I were a direction I would be: center
41) If I were a 'Actress: Nicole Kidman
42) If I were a sweet tiramisu
43) If I were an ice cream flavor: Fedora (Buontalenti with bits of chocolate and hazelnuts)
44) If I were a teddy bear, a huge teddy bear
45) If I I would be a fruit: fig
46) If I were dog: my
47) If I cat: my stray cat, which passes to see
48) If it was too late: Run
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
Scavengers,detritivores And Decomposers
A myth, an icon
And here to you, the symbol of the club
Made with much love and so much effort, finally giving birth is successful. I just want to know who the hell created photoshop.
Please, contenetevi.
And here to you, the symbol of the club
Made with much love and so much effort, finally giving birth is successful. I just want to know who the hell created photoshop.
Please, contenetevi.
Friday, October 13, 2006
Mononucleosis Stomach Bloating
Cat Dreams and Fears
failing to want to work, I stopped to reflect.
to fuck more than anything else.
pondered sull'incongruenza and absolute randomness, as well as inexplicable, dreams and fears that live in our minds. But I do not
reference to dreams, meaning what we would do or the super large truck that I can afford SuperEnalotto if I win, I am referring specifically to images, sounds and sensations that our brain gives us during sleep: an alternate universe, I would say.
But, exactly, what our mind reminds us, when our defenses are down? Desires, thoughts, not analyzed in depth, a continuous random sequences and images or situations experienced during the period of our lives? Yet there are those who believe in a sort of scientific explanation for all this, even those who even begins to see possible futures or metaphors of dramatic events.
And I, I wonder ... but where is the truth?
This morning I woke up with a vague sense of unease, desperately seeking an explanation for what I had just seen: I was going to swing. And then? In many curious questions ... nothing, I say. Only that I was upside down, with the soil and sky as the earth as the ceiling ... and then? Now I ask myself. I imagine I surrounds the absolute silence. Answers?
Oh, there could be thousands, and I do not I will dwell on what they may be, that is what I answer is given to see if I was crazy or not, (including but felt a vague sense of omnipotence, but it was the last of my assumptions, I swear) also because I believe that many interpretations should be a feeling, then I'll stop here, but in your great culture and life experience, have you ever wondered where dreams can be born? Try to think with me.
and fears?
Well, since I have little fear of the dark (and not the oxen, those poor people like me also), but an uncontrollable fear. And the more that fear of the dark in a broad sense, mine is more a fear of what the darkness may hide: monsters, people, sounds, feelings. It happens, I noticed, when I find myself in environments that do not know and even if they are safe to be alone, I can not stay in the dark. In my house, this does not happen. But it is irrational. If you are certain of being alone, what should I be afraid? You know a hunted animal, with pricked ears, the hair stood up on his back and ready to shoot a porcupine? That's me. Other
fear (that no one dare to laugh!)? I'm afraid of bau bau in the closet ... here, I knew, I had asked anyone laughing ... Well, thanks a lot, eh?
You have fear of something, but so strong as to be not being able to live with that thing for more than ten minutes? What do you do in those moments? And as you seek to address these weaknesses?
At the end of all, the pressing question is, but because our brain fails us? Why do you put a fool, firing at random information?
ps to reconnect to a previous post: that movie is one of my many fears, uncontrollable, but I'm trying to deal with it. I would much rather the woof, but since you can not choose ... however, the foundation of the club shall, soon we will have an icon.
failing to want to work, I stopped to reflect.
to fuck more than anything else.
pondered sull'incongruenza and absolute randomness, as well as inexplicable, dreams and fears that live in our minds. But I do not
reference to dreams, meaning what we would do or the super large truck that I can afford SuperEnalotto if I win, I am referring specifically to images, sounds and sensations that our brain gives us during sleep: an alternate universe, I would say.
But, exactly, what our mind reminds us, when our defenses are down? Desires, thoughts, not analyzed in depth, a continuous random sequences and images or situations experienced during the period of our lives? Yet there are those who believe in a sort of scientific explanation for all this, even those who even begins to see possible futures or metaphors of dramatic events.
And I, I wonder ... but where is the truth?
This morning I woke up with a vague sense of unease, desperately seeking an explanation for what I had just seen: I was going to swing. And then? In many curious questions ... nothing, I say. Only that I was upside down, with the soil and sky as the earth as the ceiling ... and then? Now I ask myself. I imagine I surrounds the absolute silence. Answers?
Oh, there could be thousands, and I do not I will dwell on what they may be, that is what I answer is given to see if I was crazy or not, (including but felt a vague sense of omnipotence, but it was the last of my assumptions, I swear) also because I believe that many interpretations should be a feeling, then I'll stop here, but in your great culture and life experience, have you ever wondered where dreams can be born? Try to think with me.
and fears?
Well, since I have little fear of the dark (and not the oxen, those poor people like me also), but an uncontrollable fear. And the more that fear of the dark in a broad sense, mine is more a fear of what the darkness may hide: monsters, people, sounds, feelings. It happens, I noticed, when I find myself in environments that do not know and even if they are safe to be alone, I can not stay in the dark. In my house, this does not happen. But it is irrational. If you are certain of being alone, what should I be afraid? You know a hunted animal, with pricked ears, the hair stood up on his back and ready to shoot a porcupine? That's me. Other
fear (that no one dare to laugh!)? I'm afraid of bau bau in the closet ... here, I knew, I had asked anyone laughing ... Well, thanks a lot, eh?
You have fear of something, but so strong as to be not being able to live with that thing for more than ten minutes? What do you do in those moments? And as you seek to address these weaknesses?
At the end of all, the pressing question is, but because our brain fails us? Why do you put a fool, firing at random information?
ps to reconnect to a previous post: that movie is one of my many fears, uncontrollable, but I'm trying to deal with it. I would much rather the woof, but since you can not choose ... however, the foundation of the club shall, soon we will have an icon.
Thursday, October 12, 2006
Yiff Flashes With Sound
Messa in latino
POL: 10/11/2006 14:32
POPE POPE: THE HORIZON A 'Motu Proprio' THE LATIN MASS IN
comfortable with using the Missal preconciliar
CITY OF SAN PIO V 'VATICAN
(ANSA) - CITTA' VATICAN, Oct 11 - On the horizon a 'motu proprio' the papal Mass in Latin. The text - that would be a further indulgence on the matter - would serve to facilitate the use of pre-conciliar Missal of St. Pius V, allowing groups of faithful traditionalists to request the celebration of the old Mass without encountering negative responses by bishops premises. According to sources from authoritative sources Oltretevere the text would be ready. Lacking only the signature of Pope Benedict XVI which is very important to the return and the normalization of reality related to the world Lefebvre. The timing output of the document, however, there is still uncertainty as everything depends on the will of Pope Ratzinger. With this motu proprio the so-called Mass of Saint Pius V, celebrated in the Catholic Church until 1969 (and never forfeited) would again have full citizenship, as well as that of other Catholic rites, the Byzantine, the Mozarabic or Syro-Antiochian. The bishops, therefore, will no longer refuse to grant it, as often is the case in many dioceses. Some years ago by the then Cardinal Ratzinger, speaking of the liturgy complained a number of changes "adventurous and spectacular" to the ceremony, stressing that the Tridentine Mass there was the same tolerance. "Personally, I think we should be more generous - Cardinal Ratzinger had said in allowing the old rite to those who wish it. It is not clear precisely what needs to be dangerous or unacceptable. A community is questioning itself, when considering prohibited until suddenly what appeared shortly before the sacred and when they feel blameworthy desire. Why should we still believe? not prohibit maybe tomorrow, as now prescribed? ". The vexed question of the Tridentine Mass was the subject of consultation within the College of Cardinals at the consistory of February. Three congregations invested to carry out the assignment to define the terms of the document: the Congregation for Divine Worship, that of the Doctrine of the Faith and clergy whose current head, Cardinal Dario Castrillon Hoyos has for years been engaged in weaving yarns a recomposition of the Lefebvre schism. In an interview with 30 Days, Bishop Malcolm Ranjith, secretary of the Congregation for Divine Worship, has found that the Tridentine Mass "is not a private property of Lefebvre," but "a treasure of the Church and of us all. As the Pope said curia, the last year is not a break, but renewal in continuity. Do not throw away the past, but it grows on it. "As to the fact that the Holy See has also recently approved the establishment of Bordeaux in a society of apostolic life of pontifical right means" unequivocally that the mass of Saint Pius V can not be considered as abolished by the new missal of Paul VI. "Meanwhile keenly awaiting the publication of this document, although in many areas of the curia has seen in recent months, I have many strengths. (ANSA).
> GNS
POL: 10/11/2006 14:32
POPE POPE: THE HORIZON A 'Motu Proprio' THE LATIN MASS IN
comfortable with using the Missal preconciliar
CITY OF SAN PIO V 'VATICAN
(ANSA) - CITTA' VATICAN, Oct 11 - On the horizon a 'motu proprio' the papal Mass in Latin. The text - that would be a further indulgence on the matter - would serve to facilitate the use of pre-conciliar Missal of St. Pius V, allowing groups of faithful traditionalists to request the celebration of the old Mass without encountering negative responses by bishops premises. According to sources from authoritative sources Oltretevere the text would be ready. Lacking only the signature of Pope Benedict XVI which is very important to the return and the normalization of reality related to the world Lefebvre. The timing output of the document, however, there is still uncertainty as everything depends on the will of Pope Ratzinger. With this motu proprio the so-called Mass of Saint Pius V, celebrated in the Catholic Church until 1969 (and never forfeited) would again have full citizenship, as well as that of other Catholic rites, the Byzantine, the Mozarabic or Syro-Antiochian. The bishops, therefore, will no longer refuse to grant it, as often is the case in many dioceses. Some years ago by the then Cardinal Ratzinger, speaking of the liturgy complained a number of changes "adventurous and spectacular" to the ceremony, stressing that the Tridentine Mass there was the same tolerance. "Personally, I think we should be more generous - Cardinal Ratzinger had said in allowing the old rite to those who wish it. It is not clear precisely what needs to be dangerous or unacceptable. A community is questioning itself, when considering prohibited until suddenly what appeared shortly before the sacred and when they feel blameworthy desire. Why should we still believe? not prohibit maybe tomorrow, as now prescribed? ". The vexed question of the Tridentine Mass was the subject of consultation within the College of Cardinals at the consistory of February. Three congregations invested to carry out the assignment to define the terms of the document: the Congregation for Divine Worship, that of the Doctrine of the Faith and clergy whose current head, Cardinal Dario Castrillon Hoyos has for years been engaged in weaving yarns a recomposition of the Lefebvre schism. In an interview with 30 Days, Bishop Malcolm Ranjith, secretary of the Congregation for Divine Worship, has found that the Tridentine Mass "is not a private property of Lefebvre," but "a treasure of the Church and of us all. As the Pope said curia, the last year is not a break, but renewal in continuity. Do not throw away the past, but it grows on it. "As to the fact that the Holy See has also recently approved the establishment of Bordeaux in a society of apostolic life of pontifical right means" unequivocally that the mass of Saint Pius V can not be considered as abolished by the new missal of Paul VI. "Meanwhile keenly awaiting the publication of this document, although in many areas of the curia has seen in recent months, I have many strengths. (ANSA).
> GNS
Thursday, October 5, 2006
Should Your Cervix Be High Or Low Before Menst
one shot : - Back to you -
Title: Back to you
Pairing: Harry / Draco
Rating: G
Disclaimer: The characters and events of these stories are purely fictional and based on fantasy. The plot is loosely based on the saga of "Harry Potter" by JK Rowling (which holds the rights), which means that the characters are fictitious and do not really exist, and is written not for profit but for fun. My pleasure.
Genre: Drama
author notes: and here also my dramatic shot. There are many things to add, then I invite you to read.
was now three months since, on that cold January night, I walked away sneaking out of Hogwarts.
No one ever really knew why the famous Harry Potter had disappeared in absolute silence, without a trace of his sudden decision, and no I never tried. I knew that Dumbledore had given instructions to all, especially to the members of my house, not to worry about my destiny, I was in a safe place and that I would be back as soon as possible between the circle of my friends.
Actually I left because I felt the need to be a time in complete solitude. I went to France, the frantic search for a place where you can close your eyes at night without being forced to relive the atrocities that my sentence on the front, I restated every night.
Voldemort, during my absence, had made sure not to stay behind and had helped to create even more confusion into the magical world than it already was there, but then could not always be my problems, there were other people who were in charge of security of the world to which I belonged too. Precisely for this reason I took one, I hope, well-deserved holiday.
Sirius left me, left me alone without even time to give me a last hug, one last chat, as did almost every night now, without knowing that at last I was in love. Yeah, with all the problems that filled my life, it probably was not busy enough for a boy of 17 years, I also had to fall in love ... a boy ... of my enemy, someone who I hated for all the years I attended the Gryffindor house. You can well understand the reasons which led me to flee.
In those three months I did nothing but think. France is a beautiful country, I visited many places where one day return with the person I loved, and just in front of a beautiful marble statue, in a small square of a small country, almost at the gates of the capital, made my decision: after months and months of traveling in France, it was time to return. And
past ninety days I found myself on a small and fragile boat that slowly, I was bringing in my beloved school of magic, looking for a peaceful future, desperate for a person who returned my feelings.
How could I not fall in love with him, it was so obvious that sooner or later happen. Her eyes, her posture, her hands and her beautiful golden hair, I chained him to his heart and are no longer able to break free. It all started on Halloween night. I remember Dumbledore decided that year to organize a beautiful costume party, everyone enjoyed themselves, much less myself because obviously I must have the long face, even while everyone around me seem to enjoy the atmosphere that you felt happy in school .
At one point I saw him enter the hall. Never seen anything more beautiful. I know that I had under my nose for years and years, I know also that I hated him to death, as few were able to be hated, but at that moment I wanted to be there beside him and could accompany him in front of everyone, without having to worry about the comments of others.
Nobody ever knew what I carried in my heart, no one has ever said I was in love with Draco Malfoy.
Then, when I discovered that his father had come to take it and take it to the court of his Lord ... no, stop, do not imagine bizarre actions are not as brave as people tell or write books. I think I'm much more fearful of Malfoy himself, and in that situation I realized that I lacked the courage so much.
Three months ago, roughly, Malfoy Senior withdrew his beloved son from the school of magic at Hogwarts, and I said to flee. I did not know any more about him and even hoped to be able to know even a tiny fragment of his life.
Sorry, but seeing a destiny already decided to accept and rejoice in seeing the eyes of his father's smile, for me and my balance was too much.
Escape, the only solution. Staying in school was running the risk of meeting his friends, to see how everyone was proud of them elected in the first group, the chosen one, I would have known what he was doing and the people he killed. I would not have lasted more than two days.
Obviously even the Dean knew the real reasons that led me to seek refuge in southern France, but as I said before, after months of slow wandering in a foreign country, I was ready to return.
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After many hours of travel, I was back in the warm Hogwarts castle. I was not greatly my school.
First of all I went to say goodbye to Dumbledore, I wanted it to be the first to know about my choice to return. Just as I expected, his welcome was the warmest and, after having made me sit on your nice sofa, began to tell me what had happened in those three months, the massacre of You-Know-Who and his Death Eaters, though already know them, the growing fear that was rampant in the school, the motivation of my companions in the study when they learned of my unexpected death, the return of Draco Malfoy in the school complex.
He looked at me intently, the professor, and just like that day many years ago now, I asked a soft voice and calm if there was anything that I had to say. Err umanum east autem Diabolicum persevere. I was not going to lie again, not after my proof of cowardice, dating back only a few months ago.
"I know you do not approve, but I'm loving it.."
"I do not remember have you ever said that I would not have approved.".
"But it is going to do now.".
"I do not think.."
"So what I want to say? Why is she to tell me something, right?".
seemed to understand what I felt, the old teacher, and I just said not to worry. Why did I have? And now, because I had ... After
Halloween night, many years had passed, but did not remember most beautiful emotion to go down the stairs that would lead me in the Great Hall. That October night, I remember, I could not sleep a wink, and not for the reason you can imagine, just because I still could not accept that he felt, if only for a moment, the need to run and kiss my enemy, but , poor me, I still had not quite clear of that nature was the sentiment that bound me to him.
As the dinner hour, all my mates were sitting around their tables of their home, waiting for the dinner was served. I was sure that nobody was waiting for my return, if not just my real friends, those who had shared with me all the feelings and the mishaps that plagued the mind of a seventeen year old poor.
I opened the large door, I knew that everyone was on the other side. The silence weighed on the room and the windows looked like they were about to explode. Nothing moved, no one dared breathe. All eyes were on me, no one ate and Hermione could see from afar, without lifting her beautiful eyes from me, tried to close the jaw of Ron.
Dumbledore, sitting at the long staff table, smiled and waved me not to walk towards my table, but to deflect in the opposite direction.
still I can not believe I listened to his suggestion.
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'Yes, I'm heading towards you, do not look at me with those eyes of ice. I see the irony, but I sincerely hope you do not take too much fun of me, if we consider what is about to happen.
I do not know what to tell you, once you reach your table, and do not even know how bravely I'm pushing and shoving all your companions. I just want to reach, only to see you and talk to you, even just once. After
climbed huge mountains of flesh, I'm finally in front of your beautiful face.. '
"I'm back.."
"Yes, I see it, Potter.".
I smiled. Finally, after years, one of my greatest wishes had come true.
"What do you want, Potter by Malfoy?".
That certainly was his best friend, but he was sitting that he would recover well before the crack of a thoroughbred that pretty face that can be found.
"Blaise Sit down, let's hear what he has to tell us the fugitive.".
"I fled.."
"Oh no?".
"No.".
"And what would you have done more than three months ago, Potter, eh?".
"I came away ... but I have my right reasons.".
"Yes, certainly.".
His wry smile and the equally arrogant of his companions, I was putting in distress. I wanted so much turn and walk away from all of them, but I did not have the strength, not now, finally, I managed to get there.
I turned around, hopefully, to the table of Professors, obviously under instructions to Dumbledore, the students had removed their eyes wide open and their mouths wide open on what happened to the Slytherin table. I tried to look thin and the wise eyes of my Dean here and soon he looked up and smiled at me.
'Do not worry, Harry. It accomplishes that for which you have returned '. ohibò, even now I could feel it in my head?
I could not help but give him back his smile warm and full of affection that I had thrown a few seconds before. He was right, I had returned to a specific reason and I had every intention of reaching my goal.
"Stop Malfoy.".
"To do what, sorry?".
"to base your amusement on me.."
"Ah ... and what should I do with you, then?".
"What you certainly do not.".
"Potter ... so I understand, you have come here from France, asking not only for the most mocked?".
"No, not alone ... wait a minute, how do you know where I was?".
I saw his eyes widen for a moment, then close in two thin slits probing, I could not believe, he was betrayed by his own words. He rose from his place and walked to the front door. Arriving at the door, he turned to me and beckoned me to follow him, I performed as a puppet, unable to think of something that was not the fact that I was moving away from the room with him, but I was not very convenient at the time, so complex not realizing that all courses of the dinner, arranged along the tables were still intact.
"So, I want to explain why you come back? Do not you enjoy your HOLIDAY?".
He stopped in the middle of one of the many corridors of the school. I had not even noticed, concentrated to keep my feet and my legs were moving like robots. The brain was empty, I did not know how to respond.
"Yes, of course I appreciated ..." I whispered, head bowed.
"So what we have to return this great?".
"No particular reason ...".
"Well, Potter, then you would be kind enough to explain why you have searched me before everyone else? Before your friends?".
I realized that the questions were complicated.
"Why should I tell you one thing, important ...".
"I'm all ears.."
"Actually no, first I must ask you a question, from which will be central to my explanation.".
I saw his eyes light up, I knew I loved the tricks of words and complicated situations, even if at that moment I wanted to avoid both with all my heart.
"Why did three months ago you left school with your father?".
"You really need an answer?".
"No, but I have heard.".
"There was the initiation, Potter, according to your brain from Gryffindor I could never fail?".
"No, certainly not, if you know your family. So, you have participated.."
"Well, of course.."
I felt defeated. Probably, I was just deluded, I hurt my calculations and put my wishes and my hopes for something that I already knew, did not have success. I turned to leave, I already got what I wanted, with the advantage of not having destroyed it with my hands, I should thank him for this ... One day, perhaps, I would have done well.
"Wait Potter.."
"What more do you want?" I replied impatiently, turning again towards him.
"I'm missing something ... you came to me looking and getting my attention, so you can not leave without telling me the truth.."
"I do not think, really, there is a need to tell the truth, I think you can sleep without this valuable concept.".
"True, but let me stress ... you do not you come to me just to know the reason for my expulsion. If I remember correctly, we were talking about your own..
"But my, how I think you might have understood, depends on your, so, after what I've confessed, I do not think is most important.." It
paused to reflect, by its way of realizing I could frown and raise, imperceptibly, the left eyebrow; shame not to know the nature of such movements on her pretty face.
"It's up to me ... thou art fled to me? "wondered in amazement.
" No, wait a minute, I'm not fled, nor for you..
"So enlighten me, instead of turning around the point. What has to do the my absence from school with yours? ".
" I can not tell you, I'm sorry. Put it this way, you have satisfied my own curiosity, and now we're even..
"Equal to what?".
"Of all the meanness and tricks that I've played in recent years, we're even in this sense.."
"With a simple answer, I even the score?".
"Yes."
Sorrse again, I knew that for him the speech was not closed, I knew I wanted to continue and that curiosity has always been one of the predominant features of belonging to his house.
"Well, Potter, let's sum up this absurd conversation. Three months ago, my father joined me here at school to take me to Malfoy Manor, where we know both what I expected, at the same time you will walk away, disappearing for three months and only now coming back to tell me that these two things are connected . Would you explain to me what? ".
" Do not you get yourself? ".
" I want you to tell me, Potter..
He walked to the window that looked out on the Quidditch pitch. He opened with little sensitivity And with a little jump, settled on the edge "So? I'm waiting for a response. And go ahead calmly, I have all night..
Unfortunately, from where I was, I could not see his face. The moon behind her shoulders, perfectly illuminated the hallway and his back, hiding my eyes on her sweet face.
"I want a favor from you, Malfoy, before I left.."
"... go where?".
Way. I decided to leave this school and, in general, the entire magical world. I want to return to the old days and a mean Muggle life, until the time comes to face my enemy.. "
"Why?".
"Because this way of life I must close" lowered his head again, I could not admit my emotions, looking into his eyes.
"You must close You are not happy to be who you are?".
"No.".
"I see ... well, now ask me this favor, before you say goodbye." I sensed in her voice as a note of disappointment, sadness and pain. At that moment, I thought that I was just deluded.
"Discover the arm.".
"How?".
"I want to see.."
"See what?".
"brand.".
"What mark?".
"Stop; quell'oscenità show that you have tattooed on me.."
"We do not think so.."
I went to where he was, sitting on the balcony. The violently grabbed my arm, but as I could well imagine, the boy rebelled.
"Come on, let me see this thing.."
"No, Potter, keep your hands away from myself.."
"I do not think you are in position to argue.".
"In fact I'm not going to argue with you ... and stop pulling.".
"Look, you run the risk of flying below ...".
"Exactly, so let me ... no ... hey ...".
As might be expected to happen, we fell both on the ground, fortunately on the side deck. Rack your brains. What is the most inconvenient that jumps to mind, where we could find at that time?
Lying on top of me showed no signs of moving. He looked at me eyes surprised, frankly I hope it was for the position and not because of anything she felt pressed against her legs.
After a few seconds I smiled and leaned toward me, reaching my lips and connect with her.
I never thought it could happen.
"Why?"
whispered "Because if you waited, did morning.."
"You said you had all the time.".
"Yes, but I prefer to pass it in other ways, rather than listen to a nerd who tries to speak.."
Despite our speeches, we were always lying on the cold floor of that dark corridor. I still could not understand what I was going on. I was back for just a silly attempt, leaving the humiliation already convinced that I was going to meet him I was not expecting anything more than a good laugh, but we were there lying on the floor, arm in arm with our lips glued.
"I never thought to do that.".
"Really, Potter?".
"Yes, but stop calling me that ...".
"Harry ...".
shivered in front of a similar pronunciation of my name.
"What do you think to get up from here ... the floor is cold and you're heavy ... Draco.".
He rose from my body, and with some small movement tremendously elegant sensual and stood up, and I swear that never in my life felt so cold as the moment when his body broke away from mine. I also got up and without saying a word, took my hand and walked towards the grand staircase.
"Where do we go, Draco?".
"In the room that Dumbledore has prepared us, it seems obvious.."
Obvious ... as obvious? I do not know anything, how was it possible that Dumbledore knew what happened that night would be and where we could have gone in search of solitude and intimacy?
"I told myself.."
"How?".
"I knew you would come back sooner or later, and I simply Dean asked if he could keep a room free to use, when the great San Potter had deigned to return..
"And why gliel'avresti requested?".
"I do not understand myself?" .
I found myself blushing like a stupid little girl with the first experiences. The reason that Draco did not want me to confess it was quite clear yet, although it was apparent I would have liked to hear it from her sweet lips.
"Soon." .
"What? Since you have the ability to read minds? ".
" Since I started attending this school ...".
"But then you always had the ability to read in my head..
"No, it is true that I have always had the ability, I have always done."
this then ... He always had what I read in the pumpkin puree, and as if nothing was, I came to say that he had always done and it was never pulled back. Then, of course, he also knew why I left that night in January.
lifted her face up to meet his gaze. He stopped in front of a door and was watching me, smiling lovingly.
"Where are we?".
"This is a room that Dumbledore has always kept under lock and key. I do not know why, in his mind can not penetrate, I just know it is a room very nice, kept for important events, and this I'd say it is..
I kissed him again, before I answer I could. I could not help but keep your eyes open while kissing me, I could not even I believe the luck that was going on, I had to see to be able to accept. In the end, when I felt her tongue, gently touched my lips to be allowed to pass, I realized that it was time to close your eyes and let go to the sensations that I knew, I would have won.
As I imagined, Draco was exceptional. The way you move sensually his tongue in my mouth and the reaction it was causing in my body, they so that my knees buckled and my mind fades.
Always off without me, and moved toward the door with his free hand, the other was busy holding up the boy clinging to him, opened it for us to get in that famous room.
Though reluctantly, I could warn him, he parted from me and closed the door behind me. With a gentle movement of the wand, the candles were lit and the room cleared, and I could see what Dumbledore had kept hidden for years jealously.
I have no words in my personal vocabulary, explanatory enough to be able to describe the beauty of the room. It was as if it had been furnished only in anticipation of that one moment.
Imagine you what best suits you and after you have managed to put together within four walls, furniture, jewelry and more beautiful than your imagination can create burning, amplified even further the concept of beauty that it came out.
At this point, only remotely, you'll know what I felt.
"I wanted to see, do you?".
Frankly, I had almost forgotten that he was with me in that room. I turned to the guy next to me with beaming eyes and sheer love and passion, I could not help but keep what I felt for him after a show of that caliber.
"Draco, this room is wonderful..
"I know precisely why I brought you here, I thought it was the thing that comes closest to yours, of beauty"..
I was about to collapse in her arms. Del I had no more need to tell me what she felt for me after that little confession.
"Well, I want to see or did you forget?".
"What?".
"The mark on my arm ..
His eyes became suddenly serious, consequence of the fact that I was going to show the cause of all evil, mine and yours. I nodded, slightly, but he seemed to understand. He looked down, I think I would look into eyes while they worked out the brand, and began to roll up the sleeve of his nice shirt.
arrived almost at the shoulder, however, there was no trace of the tattoo.
"Where ..." I whispered, aghast, holding my gaze on his face.
"Did you really think I would have marched?".
"But I thought ...".
"You thought wrong, Harry.."
I collapsed in his arms and began to mumble words without much meaning, but he seemed to understand what I felt, and gently stroking her hair, took me to the big bed in the middle of the room so I could spread on the bright golden quilt.
"Do not cry, my love, are not a Death Eater and I'm not gonna leave you alone, never again, not now that I finally in my arms and I can tell you how much I love you..
again surprised me. I ran like a rabbit every three months, looking refuge in a foreign country because of an unrequited love that I thought impossible. After a long stall, I became convinced that it was time to return and I was ready to drop his pants and mock me by anyone but to confess all, and yet, despite my beliefs and my good intentions, in the end the decisive moves had made all my companion.
What happened on that soft bed in the room more luxurious and comfortable I've ever seen, con il ragazzo più affascinante e dolce del quale mi potessi innamorare, lo lascio alla vostra fantasia, non starò qui a raccontarvi quanto quella notte sia stata speciale.
Sappiate solamente che per molte ore ci siamo amati, per molte volte mi sono lasciato prendere dalla sua passione e per molte altre volte ancora sono stato io a prendere lui. Ed ognuna di queste volte è stata cento volte più ardente e coinvolgente della precedente.
Quando poi, la mattina successiva, ancora molto assonnati, ci presentammo in Sala Grande tenendoci per mano, fu molto imbarazzante scoprire che ognuno degli studenti di Hogwarts era a conoscenza di quello che provavamo l'uno per l'altro, ritrovandoci ad essere gli ultimi ad averlo capito.
And even better, I can confess, was when my love, Draco Malfoy, hugged me in front of everyone and kissed me as only during the night had been allowed to do, making me almost fall on his chest, forcing me to cling to her body fully to avoid falling.
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Ten years have passed since that wonderful and unforgettable day.
years have passed and nights of boundless love of uncontrollable passion. We loved and we stayed close even when the war loomed over our lives, even when Dumbledore fell in battle and our guide and our protector has forsaken us, we stayed close even when my friends were killed by anger and madness of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Before Hermione, then Ron and Neville, Seamus, and finally all the other boys belonging to my old house. We stayed together even when Zabini sacrificed himself for his life, the love he felt ties, a love that Draco had never understood, or reciprocated.
The love we had for each other has always allowed us to move forward and to face all the dangers and difficult situations that confront us with destiny, with courage and determination we managed to get to see an end.
I remember the evening we returned to the base of the Auror and Draco, with fatigue, but still with that deep love that everyone now had come aware, she hugged me and comforted me, trying in vain to lighten the heavy burden that I carried on the shoulders for years. Then he loved me and caressed me, making me forget for a few moments, during the day that tested my eyes had seen. And never once has sought attention and was always ready to give me everything I needed, without ever asking anything in return. Yet he fought beside me, he was also forced to confront the evil that we all were constantly subjected, but never once has freed his mind and was left to despair as it often I did.
And many times he asked me what I wanted from my life at the end of battle, victorious when we were released from our duties. And I watched in disbelief in front of so much hope and confidence for tomorrow, and he reassured me, shook my hand and I swore that whatever happened, would have remained at my side, I would have never left.
The future is everything for us, told me the night after making love, and I, poor dreamer, I believed him and I clung to the illusion of a peaceful life, a prosperous future, without dangers or threats.
Long months have passed since the final battle, to say that I had actually ended the nightmare that will last into twenty-seven. Yet when I finally breathed a sigh of relief, with my feet in front of the lifeless body of Tom Riddle, after hours spent to fight against him and his crazy magic, I turned around, but Draco was not there with me.
After the battle, when the conclusion of years of war without mercy, without compassion, I could scream to the world my victory, I found in front of my eyes the most terrible truth.
And I cried, I cried like I never was able to do. The despair that I had never actually tried it, took me in that moment when I saw his body slumped to the ground, it did not move.
was explained to me, between a scream and another who had died from exhaustion. He had used all his powers to create a kind of protective shield that saved me, in part, from the attacks of Voldemort. He had surrendered only when we finally saw my enemy fall to the ground.
Many times I tried to commit suicide, do not hide it, but only now, after months and months before her death, I can say that finally the time has come.
I hope I do not make me hate him with this act, except that I realized, all that kept us together and now I can not prove, does not make me get on with my life, as he surely would have liked and hoped. We
in April, the month of spring, and I'm back here, at Hogwarts, once beautiful castle, now in ruins, to search for to remember our first moments together and live again, his eyes are worn out and desperate, what happened in the best years I can remember, before the war began.
Walk quietly in the basement, a little 'less dark and gloomy, the school. Often encounter cracks or even holes in the wall that allow me to see the sun, even if I am feet below ground.
Trace those same corridors of my fellow Slytherin, years ago, they crossed to go to their rooms, and June, after much hard work to rebuild what was once the true structure, the prefect of the room, his own room, where, After two months we were together, he gave me, and you've got, that little gold ring on his finger that still harbor.
The emotion that was able to give me at that moment, I will never forget, it was something amazing and unique, special and for years I relived in my mind, in the solitude of our house.
climb to the tallest tower, the stairs are very poor, but I can still reach the top.
Fortunately, even if the castle is destroyed, the surrounding landscape is still breathtaking, just as I remembered when I attended the most famous school of witchcraft and wizardry.
Again, as on that day a decade ago, it's me that I must return to him. It 's always been a person who liked to be try and woo.
Open a window has never been so beautiful, and flying never been so liberating.
Title: Back to you
Pairing: Harry / Draco
Rating: G
Disclaimer: The characters and events of these stories are purely fictional and based on fantasy. The plot is loosely based on the saga of "Harry Potter" by JK Rowling (which holds the rights), which means that the characters are fictitious and do not really exist, and is written not for profit but for fun. My pleasure.
Genre: Drama
author notes: and here also my dramatic shot. There are many things to add, then I invite you to read.
was now three months since, on that cold January night, I walked away sneaking out of Hogwarts.
No one ever really knew why the famous Harry Potter had disappeared in absolute silence, without a trace of his sudden decision, and no I never tried. I knew that Dumbledore had given instructions to all, especially to the members of my house, not to worry about my destiny, I was in a safe place and that I would be back as soon as possible between the circle of my friends.
Actually I left because I felt the need to be a time in complete solitude. I went to France, the frantic search for a place where you can close your eyes at night without being forced to relive the atrocities that my sentence on the front, I restated every night.
Voldemort, during my absence, had made sure not to stay behind and had helped to create even more confusion into the magical world than it already was there, but then could not always be my problems, there were other people who were in charge of security of the world to which I belonged too. Precisely for this reason I took one, I hope, well-deserved holiday.
Sirius left me, left me alone without even time to give me a last hug, one last chat, as did almost every night now, without knowing that at last I was in love. Yeah, with all the problems that filled my life, it probably was not busy enough for a boy of 17 years, I also had to fall in love ... a boy ... of my enemy, someone who I hated for all the years I attended the Gryffindor house. You can well understand the reasons which led me to flee.
In those three months I did nothing but think. France is a beautiful country, I visited many places where one day return with the person I loved, and just in front of a beautiful marble statue, in a small square of a small country, almost at the gates of the capital, made my decision: after months and months of traveling in France, it was time to return. And
past ninety days I found myself on a small and fragile boat that slowly, I was bringing in my beloved school of magic, looking for a peaceful future, desperate for a person who returned my feelings.
How could I not fall in love with him, it was so obvious that sooner or later happen. Her eyes, her posture, her hands and her beautiful golden hair, I chained him to his heart and are no longer able to break free. It all started on Halloween night. I remember Dumbledore decided that year to organize a beautiful costume party, everyone enjoyed themselves, much less myself because obviously I must have the long face, even while everyone around me seem to enjoy the atmosphere that you felt happy in school .
At one point I saw him enter the hall. Never seen anything more beautiful. I know that I had under my nose for years and years, I know also that I hated him to death, as few were able to be hated, but at that moment I wanted to be there beside him and could accompany him in front of everyone, without having to worry about the comments of others.
Nobody ever knew what I carried in my heart, no one has ever said I was in love with Draco Malfoy.
Then, when I discovered that his father had come to take it and take it to the court of his Lord ... no, stop, do not imagine bizarre actions are not as brave as people tell or write books. I think I'm much more fearful of Malfoy himself, and in that situation I realized that I lacked the courage so much.
Three months ago, roughly, Malfoy Senior withdrew his beloved son from the school of magic at Hogwarts, and I said to flee. I did not know any more about him and even hoped to be able to know even a tiny fragment of his life.
Sorry, but seeing a destiny already decided to accept and rejoice in seeing the eyes of his father's smile, for me and my balance was too much.
Escape, the only solution. Staying in school was running the risk of meeting his friends, to see how everyone was proud of them elected in the first group, the chosen one, I would have known what he was doing and the people he killed. I would not have lasted more than two days.
Obviously even the Dean knew the real reasons that led me to seek refuge in southern France, but as I said before, after months of slow wandering in a foreign country, I was ready to return.
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After many hours of travel, I was back in the warm Hogwarts castle. I was not greatly my school.
First of all I went to say goodbye to Dumbledore, I wanted it to be the first to know about my choice to return. Just as I expected, his welcome was the warmest and, after having made me sit on your nice sofa, began to tell me what had happened in those three months, the massacre of You-Know-Who and his Death Eaters, though already know them, the growing fear that was rampant in the school, the motivation of my companions in the study when they learned of my unexpected death, the return of Draco Malfoy in the school complex.
He looked at me intently, the professor, and just like that day many years ago now, I asked a soft voice and calm if there was anything that I had to say. Err umanum east autem Diabolicum persevere. I was not going to lie again, not after my proof of cowardice, dating back only a few months ago.
"I know you do not approve, but I'm loving it.."
"I do not remember have you ever said that I would not have approved.".
"But it is going to do now.".
"I do not think.."
"So what I want to say? Why is she to tell me something, right?".
seemed to understand what I felt, the old teacher, and I just said not to worry. Why did I have? And now, because I had ... After
Halloween night, many years had passed, but did not remember most beautiful emotion to go down the stairs that would lead me in the Great Hall. That October night, I remember, I could not sleep a wink, and not for the reason you can imagine, just because I still could not accept that he felt, if only for a moment, the need to run and kiss my enemy, but , poor me, I still had not quite clear of that nature was the sentiment that bound me to him.
As the dinner hour, all my mates were sitting around their tables of their home, waiting for the dinner was served. I was sure that nobody was waiting for my return, if not just my real friends, those who had shared with me all the feelings and the mishaps that plagued the mind of a seventeen year old poor.
I opened the large door, I knew that everyone was on the other side. The silence weighed on the room and the windows looked like they were about to explode. Nothing moved, no one dared breathe. All eyes were on me, no one ate and Hermione could see from afar, without lifting her beautiful eyes from me, tried to close the jaw of Ron.
Dumbledore, sitting at the long staff table, smiled and waved me not to walk towards my table, but to deflect in the opposite direction.
still I can not believe I listened to his suggestion.
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'Yes, I'm heading towards you, do not look at me with those eyes of ice. I see the irony, but I sincerely hope you do not take too much fun of me, if we consider what is about to happen.
I do not know what to tell you, once you reach your table, and do not even know how bravely I'm pushing and shoving all your companions. I just want to reach, only to see you and talk to you, even just once. After
climbed huge mountains of flesh, I'm finally in front of your beautiful face.. '
"I'm back.."
"Yes, I see it, Potter.".
I smiled. Finally, after years, one of my greatest wishes had come true.
"What do you want, Potter by Malfoy?".
That certainly was his best friend, but he was sitting that he would recover well before the crack of a thoroughbred that pretty face that can be found.
"Blaise Sit down, let's hear what he has to tell us the fugitive.".
"I fled.."
"Oh no?".
"No.".
"And what would you have done more than three months ago, Potter, eh?".
"I came away ... but I have my right reasons.".
"Yes, certainly.".
His wry smile and the equally arrogant of his companions, I was putting in distress. I wanted so much turn and walk away from all of them, but I did not have the strength, not now, finally, I managed to get there.
I turned around, hopefully, to the table of Professors, obviously under instructions to Dumbledore, the students had removed their eyes wide open and their mouths wide open on what happened to the Slytherin table. I tried to look thin and the wise eyes of my Dean here and soon he looked up and smiled at me.
'Do not worry, Harry. It accomplishes that for which you have returned '. ohibò, even now I could feel it in my head?
I could not help but give him back his smile warm and full of affection that I had thrown a few seconds before. He was right, I had returned to a specific reason and I had every intention of reaching my goal.
"Stop Malfoy.".
"To do what, sorry?".
"to base your amusement on me.."
"Ah ... and what should I do with you, then?".
"What you certainly do not.".
"Potter ... so I understand, you have come here from France, asking not only for the most mocked?".
"No, not alone ... wait a minute, how do you know where I was?".
I saw his eyes widen for a moment, then close in two thin slits probing, I could not believe, he was betrayed by his own words. He rose from his place and walked to the front door. Arriving at the door, he turned to me and beckoned me to follow him, I performed as a puppet, unable to think of something that was not the fact that I was moving away from the room with him, but I was not very convenient at the time, so complex not realizing that all courses of the dinner, arranged along the tables were still intact.
"So, I want to explain why you come back? Do not you enjoy your HOLIDAY?".
He stopped in the middle of one of the many corridors of the school. I had not even noticed, concentrated to keep my feet and my legs were moving like robots. The brain was empty, I did not know how to respond.
"Yes, of course I appreciated ..." I whispered, head bowed.
"So what we have to return this great?".
"No particular reason ...".
"Well, Potter, then you would be kind enough to explain why you have searched me before everyone else? Before your friends?".
I realized that the questions were complicated.
"Why should I tell you one thing, important ...".
"I'm all ears.."
"Actually no, first I must ask you a question, from which will be central to my explanation.".
I saw his eyes light up, I knew I loved the tricks of words and complicated situations, even if at that moment I wanted to avoid both with all my heart.
"Why did three months ago you left school with your father?".
"You really need an answer?".
"No, but I have heard.".
"There was the initiation, Potter, according to your brain from Gryffindor I could never fail?".
"No, certainly not, if you know your family. So, you have participated.."
"Well, of course.."
I felt defeated. Probably, I was just deluded, I hurt my calculations and put my wishes and my hopes for something that I already knew, did not have success. I turned to leave, I already got what I wanted, with the advantage of not having destroyed it with my hands, I should thank him for this ... One day, perhaps, I would have done well.
"Wait Potter.."
"What more do you want?" I replied impatiently, turning again towards him.
"I'm missing something ... you came to me looking and getting my attention, so you can not leave without telling me the truth.."
"I do not think, really, there is a need to tell the truth, I think you can sleep without this valuable concept.".
"True, but let me stress ... you do not you come to me just to know the reason for my expulsion. If I remember correctly, we were talking about your own..
"But my, how I think you might have understood, depends on your, so, after what I've confessed, I do not think is most important.." It
paused to reflect, by its way of realizing I could frown and raise, imperceptibly, the left eyebrow; shame not to know the nature of such movements on her pretty face.
"It's up to me ... thou art fled to me? "wondered in amazement.
" No, wait a minute, I'm not fled, nor for you..
"So enlighten me, instead of turning around the point. What has to do the my absence from school with yours? ".
" I can not tell you, I'm sorry. Put it this way, you have satisfied my own curiosity, and now we're even..
"Equal to what?".
"Of all the meanness and tricks that I've played in recent years, we're even in this sense.."
"With a simple answer, I even the score?".
"Yes."
Sorrse again, I knew that for him the speech was not closed, I knew I wanted to continue and that curiosity has always been one of the predominant features of belonging to his house.
"Well, Potter, let's sum up this absurd conversation. Three months ago, my father joined me here at school to take me to Malfoy Manor, where we know both what I expected, at the same time you will walk away, disappearing for three months and only now coming back to tell me that these two things are connected . Would you explain to me what? ".
" Do not you get yourself? ".
" I want you to tell me, Potter..
He walked to the window that looked out on the Quidditch pitch. He opened with little sensitivity And with a little jump, settled on the edge "So? I'm waiting for a response. And go ahead calmly, I have all night..
Unfortunately, from where I was, I could not see his face. The moon behind her shoulders, perfectly illuminated the hallway and his back, hiding my eyes on her sweet face.
"I want a favor from you, Malfoy, before I left.."
"... go where?".
Way. I decided to leave this school and, in general, the entire magical world. I want to return to the old days and a mean Muggle life, until the time comes to face my enemy.. "
"Why?".
"Because this way of life I must close" lowered his head again, I could not admit my emotions, looking into his eyes.
"You must close You are not happy to be who you are?".
"No.".
"I see ... well, now ask me this favor, before you say goodbye." I sensed in her voice as a note of disappointment, sadness and pain. At that moment, I thought that I was just deluded.
"Discover the arm.".
"How?".
"I want to see.."
"See what?".
"brand.".
"What mark?".
"Stop; quell'oscenità show that you have tattooed on me.."
"We do not think so.."
I went to where he was, sitting on the balcony. The violently grabbed my arm, but as I could well imagine, the boy rebelled.
"Come on, let me see this thing.."
"No, Potter, keep your hands away from myself.."
"I do not think you are in position to argue.".
"In fact I'm not going to argue with you ... and stop pulling.".
"Look, you run the risk of flying below ...".
"Exactly, so let me ... no ... hey ...".
As might be expected to happen, we fell both on the ground, fortunately on the side deck. Rack your brains. What is the most inconvenient that jumps to mind, where we could find at that time?
Lying on top of me showed no signs of moving. He looked at me eyes surprised, frankly I hope it was for the position and not because of anything she felt pressed against her legs.
After a few seconds I smiled and leaned toward me, reaching my lips and connect with her.
I never thought it could happen.
"Why?"
whispered "Because if you waited, did morning.."
"You said you had all the time.".
"Yes, but I prefer to pass it in other ways, rather than listen to a nerd who tries to speak.."
Despite our speeches, we were always lying on the cold floor of that dark corridor. I still could not understand what I was going on. I was back for just a silly attempt, leaving the humiliation already convinced that I was going to meet him I was not expecting anything more than a good laugh, but we were there lying on the floor, arm in arm with our lips glued.
"I never thought to do that.".
"Really, Potter?".
"Yes, but stop calling me that ...".
"Harry ...".
shivered in front of a similar pronunciation of my name.
"What do you think to get up from here ... the floor is cold and you're heavy ... Draco.".
He rose from my body, and with some small movement tremendously elegant sensual and stood up, and I swear that never in my life felt so cold as the moment when his body broke away from mine. I also got up and without saying a word, took my hand and walked towards the grand staircase.
"Where do we go, Draco?".
"In the room that Dumbledore has prepared us, it seems obvious.."
Obvious ... as obvious? I do not know anything, how was it possible that Dumbledore knew what happened that night would be and where we could have gone in search of solitude and intimacy?
"I told myself.."
"How?".
"I knew you would come back sooner or later, and I simply Dean asked if he could keep a room free to use, when the great San Potter had deigned to return..
"And why gliel'avresti requested?".
"I do not understand myself?" .
I found myself blushing like a stupid little girl with the first experiences. The reason that Draco did not want me to confess it was quite clear yet, although it was apparent I would have liked to hear it from her sweet lips.
"Soon." .
"What? Since you have the ability to read minds? ".
" Since I started attending this school ...".
"But then you always had the ability to read in my head..
"No, it is true that I have always had the ability, I have always done."
this then ... He always had what I read in the pumpkin puree, and as if nothing was, I came to say that he had always done and it was never pulled back. Then, of course, he also knew why I left that night in January.
lifted her face up to meet his gaze. He stopped in front of a door and was watching me, smiling lovingly.
"Where are we?".
"This is a room that Dumbledore has always kept under lock and key. I do not know why, in his mind can not penetrate, I just know it is a room very nice, kept for important events, and this I'd say it is..
I kissed him again, before I answer I could. I could not help but keep your eyes open while kissing me, I could not even I believe the luck that was going on, I had to see to be able to accept. In the end, when I felt her tongue, gently touched my lips to be allowed to pass, I realized that it was time to close your eyes and let go to the sensations that I knew, I would have won.
As I imagined, Draco was exceptional. The way you move sensually his tongue in my mouth and the reaction it was causing in my body, they so that my knees buckled and my mind fades.
Always off without me, and moved toward the door with his free hand, the other was busy holding up the boy clinging to him, opened it for us to get in that famous room.
Though reluctantly, I could warn him, he parted from me and closed the door behind me. With a gentle movement of the wand, the candles were lit and the room cleared, and I could see what Dumbledore had kept hidden for years jealously.
I have no words in my personal vocabulary, explanatory enough to be able to describe the beauty of the room. It was as if it had been furnished only in anticipation of that one moment.
Imagine you what best suits you and after you have managed to put together within four walls, furniture, jewelry and more beautiful than your imagination can create burning, amplified even further the concept of beauty that it came out.
At this point, only remotely, you'll know what I felt.
"I wanted to see, do you?".
Frankly, I had almost forgotten that he was with me in that room. I turned to the guy next to me with beaming eyes and sheer love and passion, I could not help but keep what I felt for him after a show of that caliber.
"Draco, this room is wonderful..
"I know precisely why I brought you here, I thought it was the thing that comes closest to yours, of beauty"..
I was about to collapse in her arms. Del I had no more need to tell me what she felt for me after that little confession.
"Well, I want to see or did you forget?".
"What?".
"The mark on my arm ..
His eyes became suddenly serious, consequence of the fact that I was going to show the cause of all evil, mine and yours. I nodded, slightly, but he seemed to understand. He looked down, I think I would look into eyes while they worked out the brand, and began to roll up the sleeve of his nice shirt.
arrived almost at the shoulder, however, there was no trace of the tattoo.
"Where ..." I whispered, aghast, holding my gaze on his face.
"Did you really think I would have marched?".
"But I thought ...".
"You thought wrong, Harry.."
I collapsed in his arms and began to mumble words without much meaning, but he seemed to understand what I felt, and gently stroking her hair, took me to the big bed in the middle of the room so I could spread on the bright golden quilt.
"Do not cry, my love, are not a Death Eater and I'm not gonna leave you alone, never again, not now that I finally in my arms and I can tell you how much I love you..
again surprised me. I ran like a rabbit every three months, looking refuge in a foreign country because of an unrequited love that I thought impossible. After a long stall, I became convinced that it was time to return and I was ready to drop his pants and mock me by anyone but to confess all, and yet, despite my beliefs and my good intentions, in the end the decisive moves had made all my companion.
What happened on that soft bed in the room more luxurious and comfortable I've ever seen, con il ragazzo più affascinante e dolce del quale mi potessi innamorare, lo lascio alla vostra fantasia, non starò qui a raccontarvi quanto quella notte sia stata speciale.
Sappiate solamente che per molte ore ci siamo amati, per molte volte mi sono lasciato prendere dalla sua passione e per molte altre volte ancora sono stato io a prendere lui. Ed ognuna di queste volte è stata cento volte più ardente e coinvolgente della precedente.
Quando poi, la mattina successiva, ancora molto assonnati, ci presentammo in Sala Grande tenendoci per mano, fu molto imbarazzante scoprire che ognuno degli studenti di Hogwarts era a conoscenza di quello che provavamo l'uno per l'altro, ritrovandoci ad essere gli ultimi ad averlo capito.
And even better, I can confess, was when my love, Draco Malfoy, hugged me in front of everyone and kissed me as only during the night had been allowed to do, making me almost fall on his chest, forcing me to cling to her body fully to avoid falling.
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Ten years have passed since that wonderful and unforgettable day.
years have passed and nights of boundless love of uncontrollable passion. We loved and we stayed close even when the war loomed over our lives, even when Dumbledore fell in battle and our guide and our protector has forsaken us, we stayed close even when my friends were killed by anger and madness of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Before Hermione, then Ron and Neville, Seamus, and finally all the other boys belonging to my old house. We stayed together even when Zabini sacrificed himself for his life, the love he felt ties, a love that Draco had never understood, or reciprocated.
The love we had for each other has always allowed us to move forward and to face all the dangers and difficult situations that confront us with destiny, with courage and determination we managed to get to see an end.
I remember the evening we returned to the base of the Auror and Draco, with fatigue, but still with that deep love that everyone now had come aware, she hugged me and comforted me, trying in vain to lighten the heavy burden that I carried on the shoulders for years. Then he loved me and caressed me, making me forget for a few moments, during the day that tested my eyes had seen. And never once has sought attention and was always ready to give me everything I needed, without ever asking anything in return. Yet he fought beside me, he was also forced to confront the evil that we all were constantly subjected, but never once has freed his mind and was left to despair as it often I did.
And many times he asked me what I wanted from my life at the end of battle, victorious when we were released from our duties. And I watched in disbelief in front of so much hope and confidence for tomorrow, and he reassured me, shook my hand and I swore that whatever happened, would have remained at my side, I would have never left.
The future is everything for us, told me the night after making love, and I, poor dreamer, I believed him and I clung to the illusion of a peaceful life, a prosperous future, without dangers or threats.
Long months have passed since the final battle, to say that I had actually ended the nightmare that will last into twenty-seven. Yet when I finally breathed a sigh of relief, with my feet in front of the lifeless body of Tom Riddle, after hours spent to fight against him and his crazy magic, I turned around, but Draco was not there with me.
After the battle, when the conclusion of years of war without mercy, without compassion, I could scream to the world my victory, I found in front of my eyes the most terrible truth.
And I cried, I cried like I never was able to do. The despair that I had never actually tried it, took me in that moment when I saw his body slumped to the ground, it did not move.
was explained to me, between a scream and another who had died from exhaustion. He had used all his powers to create a kind of protective shield that saved me, in part, from the attacks of Voldemort. He had surrendered only when we finally saw my enemy fall to the ground.
Many times I tried to commit suicide, do not hide it, but only now, after months and months before her death, I can say that finally the time has come.
I hope I do not make me hate him with this act, except that I realized, all that kept us together and now I can not prove, does not make me get on with my life, as he surely would have liked and hoped. We
in April, the month of spring, and I'm back here, at Hogwarts, once beautiful castle, now in ruins, to search for to remember our first moments together and live again, his eyes are worn out and desperate, what happened in the best years I can remember, before the war began.
Walk quietly in the basement, a little 'less dark and gloomy, the school. Often encounter cracks or even holes in the wall that allow me to see the sun, even if I am feet below ground.
Trace those same corridors of my fellow Slytherin, years ago, they crossed to go to their rooms, and June, after much hard work to rebuild what was once the true structure, the prefect of the room, his own room, where, After two months we were together, he gave me, and you've got, that little gold ring on his finger that still harbor.
The emotion that was able to give me at that moment, I will never forget, it was something amazing and unique, special and for years I relived in my mind, in the solitude of our house.
climb to the tallest tower, the stairs are very poor, but I can still reach the top.
Fortunately, even if the castle is destroyed, the surrounding landscape is still breathtaking, just as I remembered when I attended the most famous school of witchcraft and wizardry.
Again, as on that day a decade ago, it's me that I must return to him. It 's always been a person who liked to be try and woo.
Open a window has never been so beautiful, and flying never been so liberating.
Monday, August 14, 2006
Masterbate With A Mixer
rimmel74 @ 2006-08-14T19:37:00
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| A another blog ... an unnecessary space .... In fact, it is that I have much to say ... but I probably need to meet people, to open myself a little '... is so long that I excluded from my life to people outside the circle close .... or boyfriend, sister, mom, dad ... for the rest there is some acquaintance with whom to exchange second talk, but I can not say at this point in my life to have friends .... indeed, I do not. Tabula rasa. You can then imagine what happens to a person who retires to a hermitage with itself? With the passage of time lose touch with reality, with the thought of you and others, you lose the ease of the lexicon, and then gets a little 'no more stupid opinions to express them to share ..... Here, I think that at some point when I realized what I've thrown in, I began to grope, to feel incomplete ... almost a misfit because I have a social life. honestly do not know if you be treated for depression ... may be, but nobody talks about depression in 30 years, so maybe you do not think .... but maybe that's what happened to me. Now, for one reason or another, for reasons that I consider important enough for myself and those around me right now, I told myself that I must do something, do not yet know what ..... but also the fact that back in the pile, but starting only virtually (but the people who are behind the virtual world are no less real? lacks the visual and physical contact .... but the reality still is), but I decided to leave the cocoon of autism with whom I am refuge for too long. |
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