Sunday, December 24, 2006
Thursday, December 21, 2006
How To Help A Friend In A Wheelchair
Christmas arrives home and the office goes crazy! Chapeau Bas
A confectionery ... that's what this office has become ... a bakery!
There are scattered everywhere, sweets and chocolates of every size shape and taste ...
my colleagues that they eat more and more slim and I put that pounds just looking at it ...
as I try to do some 'order in my head and on my desk, now flooded with statements and documents of all kinds, I continue to witness scenes of strange people in the throes of incomprehensible attacks of happiness "because it's Christmas" , kisses on the right and remedy missing persons sconosciutissime ... the same until a few days ago I unloaded on the phone all their frustrations "perchèmifaipagaretroppohai sbagliatoafareicontituttequestetasseIVAIRPEFIRAPcimancavasolol'ICIoracheènatalenonrimangononemmenoisoldiperiregaliecceccecc" and now they thank me because "you're always so pricey!
but apart from that my first thirteenth thirteenth Fichissima is one thing, the beauty arrived today ... packages continue to arrive this morning ... until now I caught a purse, a travel hair dryer, a Santa Claus thun but above all a bottle of Brachetto and all of Gambrinus for me:)!
leaders who occasionally peeking out from behind and "want to stop working? It's Christmas!" ! : O and then one has to do?? fuck you ... as you can see!
So it turns out that the party that I always hated most of all become my favorite ... if you wait to go to my house maybe found still a number of good things! :) You just have to carry cards and bingo if you want!
A confectionery ... that's what this office has become ... a bakery!
There are scattered everywhere, sweets and chocolates of every size shape and taste ...
my colleagues that they eat more and more slim and I put that pounds just looking at it ...
as I try to do some 'order in my head and on my desk, now flooded with statements and documents of all kinds, I continue to witness scenes of strange people in the throes of incomprehensible attacks of happiness "because it's Christmas" , kisses on the right and remedy missing persons sconosciutissime ... the same until a few days ago I unloaded on the phone all their frustrations "perchèmifaipagaretroppohai sbagliatoafareicontituttequestetasseIVAIRPEFIRAPcimancavasolol'ICIoracheènatalenonrimangononemmenoisoldiperiregaliecceccecc" and now they thank me because "you're always so pricey!
but apart from that my first thirteenth thirteenth Fichissima is one thing, the beauty arrived today ... packages continue to arrive this morning ... until now I caught a purse, a travel hair dryer, a Santa Claus thun but above all a bottle of Brachetto and all of Gambrinus for me:)!
leaders who occasionally peeking out from behind and "want to stop working? It's Christmas!" ! : O and then one has to do?? fuck you ... as you can see!
So it turns out that the party that I always hated most of all become my favorite ... if you wait to go to my house maybe found still a number of good things! :) You just have to carry cards and bingo if you want!
Sunday, December 10, 2006
Flashing Lights, Shortness Of Breath
This is the second time you put a song ..
Take my advice and now I do the tasting song
first read the translation in Italian and then listen to the song
with text in French in front. Why
m'è sorry having to translate "chapeau bas" with "hats"
but this means ...
"I put the song did not just find a way .." Chapeau Bas
Est-ce la main de Dieu,
Est-ce la main de Diable
Here at Tissé
le ciel de ce beau matin-là, dans le cœur
He plantant
A piece of sun
Who breaks the water into a thousand splinters
rosy?
Is this the hand of God,
Is this the hand of the Devil
Who put on this strange sea
sailboat
Who, like a snake,
Seems unfold,
Black and white, water Blue
That wind is dancing?
Does God do
Devil Or both
Who one day uniting,
Have made this morning?
Is it one, is it the other?
Really, I do not know
But for so much beauty,
Thanks and hats off.
Is this the hand of God,
Is this the hand of Satan
Who put this In the garden pink
here? Which
ardent love, For what noble lady
The pink velvet
In this garden? And these plums
exploded,
And all these white lilacs,
grosseile And these red
And the laughter of children, Christine
And so beautiful
Under her white petticoats,
With the middle,
The brightness With twenty years?
Does God do
Devil Or both
Who one day uniting, Ont
fact that spring?
Is it one, is it the other?
Really, I do not know
But such beauty,
Thanks and hats off!
The sailboat
fled
The rose that now
And the flowers and fruits
And our tears of joy ...
Who could offer us
All these beauties that?
us gather them without saying anything.
Go is for you and me!
Is this the hand of God and that of Malin
Who one day uniting,
crossed our paths?
Is it one, is it the other?
Really, I do not know
But this love
Thanks and hats off!
But for you and for me
Thanks and hats off! ...
Traduzione:
Sarà stata la mano di Dio
Sarà stata quella del Diavolo
Who has woven the sky
Of that fine morning there
planted in the heart
That Sunbeam
sull'acuqa
What did shine bright lights in vermilion?
It must have been God's hand was that the Devil will
What has that distant ship on the sea
What seemed like a snake
relax
Black and white, blue water
that the wind was dancing?
Was it God, the Devil must have been
Or the two together,
that one day, joined
And they did that morning?
Was it the one, shall have been others
Really, I do not know
But, so much beauty,
Thank you, and hats.
It must have been God's hand was that the Devil will
Who put you in the garden that rose
here before?
quell'adente To love, to that noble lady
The pink velvet
In the garden here before? And those plum
rotonge
And all those lilacs Biachi
And those red bows
And laughter of children and Cristina
so beautiful in its white skirt with
, right there inside
All the light of his twenty years?
Was it God, the Devil must have been
Or the two together,
that one day, joined
And they did that spring over there?
will was the one, shall have been others
Really, I do not know
But, so much beauty,
Thanks and a hat. The ship that disappeared
And the rose that was
And the flowers and the fruits
And our tears of joy ..
Who could offer all the beauty there?
"Raccogliamole without speaking,
Go! E 'for you and me .."
It must have been God's hand or that of the Evil
that, one day, joined
It crossed our path?
Sata was one or the other
Really, I do not know that love
But there
Thanks and a hat.
But for you and me
Thanks, and hats.
Monday, December 4, 2006
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