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III.3 - Sooner or later was bound to happen ...

Snow time is not involved.
Yesterday I woke up with a song in his head: it took just an evening of music which I have reported to stimulate a bit '. I have written a verse and I would have liked to continue, but I came to office. There I worked in a small dead time, but this is not the way to do things well. It 'realization of an old nightmare with open eyes.
Not only that I wanted to write more bureaucratic mishaps (bills, telegraph and postal transport), but I did not. Maybe it's better this way: things are not very interesting, unless one has the ability and time to tell her well. And at least one of two things missing here. The other, I'll tell you in a moment: I should soon be able to advertise a site that will publish an account of my recent work. I've promised another
before New Year, along with a program of cultural evenings, appetizers for dinner, house cleaning, organizing a trip, many dinners at home and, of course, the song ...

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III.2 - Although the words are wrong ...

Last night I went back on stage. I had been away since April. Indeed, given that in that location there was no shelf raised by much more. I did not play very well: I took the first part too fast and I sang for two thirds octave wrong. Leonard Sorry, I do not anymore. The second and third have gone better and we miss, as I wrote them myself. Next, a cover Italian surprise: it took me a while 'to get going, but eventually I came up with something decent. One of the other musicians I then said to have moved. The girls seem to have liked it, but as they say-not-be undone. I had to close it, but already I was there I made another pitch by still tavern. Fortunately, the public has helped me to sing it. Possible that they know better Canturina Blur of Baptists?
again today at work. And these lines show how committed I am. Sleep will hit me violently in five, four, three, two, u. ..

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III.1 - In my twenty-five players

few weeks ago I met a friend of mine in high school. Not a classmate, but nevertheless one with whom we saw every day at the entrance, corridors, the gym and then suddenly nowhere, never, or almost. We greeted each other amicably, we toasted together and exchange few words more or less of fact, until he he's come up with a "I always read your blog." Wow.
Today, walking back from work (it was raining this morning and the bike has preferred to remain in the cellar), after a few hundred meters I hear you calling. I turn around and recognize the ex-boyfriend of my sister, who also never seen again by their separation, or at least a little more in there. I knew he worked in Switzerland, but I did not think so close to me. We promise you a lunch together and when I told him I'm going to post, he said: "Ah, the famous account in Mail." In short, the law also him these lines. Power of Facebook.
I'm glad to know not to write for myself, but at the same time I can not help but wonder who else among my peers quiet sad stories of wage. My father was reading the old blog and commenting on it from time to time, never on the site but in person. Fairly embarrassing. I do not think has already come to these shores, but considering that not much to do, may well be yes.
E 'speech inconclusive, so do not expect a moral. It was just what I went through my head as I crossed the border. But now I have something else to think.

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II.7 - Natalie senile

scratch away at my first Christmas spent. Fall on a Saturday, with great irony: the Child Jesus not only do I will give vacation days, but in fact shirk my free time a precious weekend. Probably because I was bad.
My crib is actually quite blasphemous: a bottle of Coca-Cola in glass acts as Madonna, complete with a veil from a blue bag for recycling, the corkscrew has become St. Joseph, accompanied by a straw folding mo a stick, a champagne cork wrapped in gold paper, then, plays the blond Child. As pastors I tossed a few small wooden sculptures depicting dwarfs and fishermen, and smurf a cyclist, all on a dry-counter Kilkenny. Some call my
brilliant work, other sacrilegious, I simply "pop-trash." We post pictures, but I do not have a digital camera. Take a hint as well. About
gifts, this year I will not any. And if the guilt already gripped me in the past, now that I imagine even a paycheck! Anti-capitalist movement or innate laziness and indifference? For posterity will judge.
continues to snow. There's no mistletoe, no-think-limonarcisi the creature from below without taking anything away from my family's Christmas dinner, always full of good food, good wine and excellent company, I fear that this will be one of the worst Christmas of my life . Not the worst ever (there was a time when I tried to compose more songs to suffer), but probably from the podium.
Or life will take me by surprise again, like that time in 2004 when two friends of mine invented for me the worst cocktail of history and I sent him down in one breath.