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then I am one who has to write to say kiss letter will show tax returns and even x-rays at times.
I've often wondered why. Where does all this need to share with the world of statements.
perhaps serves to make things real, maybe it's good to make them more credible to myself.

this time and yet I know how these things they call them but I will not, not in front of everyone, this time I open a window, write two words, and then close the gate.
because for the first time those names, the ones that basically were chosen by themselves, did not take long, I want them to keep out those elsewhere.
and is not to protect them, because I'm not afraid to see them exposed.
and not to hide something, because that is enough to see me smile.
is that I do not need.

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Agosto2010-Gozo (Malta)

GOZO - Diving for all age groups

The depths of Gozo are full of arches, tunnels, wrecks, caves and lagoons to explore.

The rocky bottoms offer a multi-colored fish, including grouper, octopus, sea urchins, sea bream, wrasse, squid, rays, barracuda and many more species.

Large caves are teeming with various forms aquatic life.

without doubt the most spectacular dive into the waters Gozo, is that under the Azure Window at Dwejra (Blue Hole). Starting with a beautiful sea water swimming pool set among the cliffs, we head towards the open sea through a tunnel of rock.

Unexpectedly, we could see the sea eagles.

For our dives we were leaning on the Diving Club Atlantis Marshalforn (excellent well-organized center).

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November 2010 - Bus Della Lora (Castel Tesino)

Preparing for photos and important

It 's a cavity characterized by karst tunnels and concretions.
The cave bear signs at various points in hollow walls attributed all'Ursus Speleus Ros, the cave bear.
Our mission has set itself the goal of clean and detect whether post siphon traps and 3 flooded.
The cave was discovered in 1926 by Da Rugna Bortolo, engaged in surveys on natural caves along the nearby river Senaiga. And 'now known as Cave Castle Tesino and locally as the "Bus de la Lora" (funnel in the local dialect).

The various outputs we managed to clean the traps with rope and steel wires left by previous explorations.

Bad weather has also prevented the continuation of providing relief and subsequent dives documentation videographers. We will resume as soon as possible.
The exploration was made possible thanks to the group of caving Arianna Treviso to which I belong.

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September 2010 - Source of Water Bossi

After having heard so much and I finally managed to start Gianfra, destination Swiss canton Ticino.
The emotion is strong, I spent my childhood in those places.
Hubert (thanks a lot) we organize the logistics and we will Virgilio in the exploration stage.
arrive at midnight on Friday and tired we lie down, the day after the appointment is with Hubert at 10.
Our intention is to make the first dive of the photo and video documentation.

Gianfranco must test his new camera installed on the headband.
After the meeting and the briefing of Hubert, we begin to prepare the equipment: Hubert in a moment preparing his Kiss, I and my PASCR EDI2002 Gianfra instead is open 18 +18 + deco.
go down the first 15 meters are a good test for the size of my reb, but then the cave widens. Hubert moves between the rocks with the agility of those who passed hundreds of times.

to -60 equipped a jump to reach the chimney, Hubert warned us that the return would be reduced visibility.
we go up the chimney down to -40, the water is crystal clear in front of me and I see Huber Gianfra me light up the passage: it is a fantastic feeling.

Come back Hubert's prophecy comes true and soon reaches zero visibility giving us strong emotions. Fortunately, the mind is affected, we know what to do and everything runs smoothly.
Going water, and enjoy good returns gradually throughout the dive and deco. A total of 80 minutes.
Once we find out that Peter joined us for the diving the next day. a chiaccera led to another and we end up visiting the Sovaglia and a good feast.
I Gianfra and then we go beyond the border to load the cylinders by the brothers Mansell.
Sunday at 10 am we are I, Hubert, Peter, Gianfra, Max and Nicholas. We are a lot so we are divided into two groups. Gianfra and I aim to -80, the mixtures do not allow us to more and visibility is not optimal. The dive will last 90 minutes.
The others all dodati CCR exceed the trap at -90 to -60, and sailed up the other side.
Also this day will end with a nice beer.
The next day we find ourselves with Max at the Lake of Lugano to see the wreck of the Lucy thus giving the bottom of the mixtures remained.
We load everything in the car and back in Belluno tired but satisfied.

Thanks to all the participants and Hubert Max for its beautiful diving.

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Handbook of self-destruction. 10.

Ten - Love your neighbor

ALMOST `Another sleepless night. Lately
sleep for me is becoming a luxury.
It is strange, because usually when I'm sick 'sleep a lot: that is the way my body to avoid problems, or perhaps to restore the energy to deal with them.
So, finally this morning I did not hear the alarm, or rather, I have heard her, but my brain registered the fact as if dreaming of singing the song that gave the radio.
Result: I got dressed in so little suitable to the occasion and climate, I bagged the useless things and left home that necessary.
Last but not least, I could not wake up calmly so now they are an epitome of kindness is sociability.
We started recently and apart from "hello" and "I'm hungry" I did not say much, I must be the perfect companion for a trip.
An unusual and unexpected traffic for any weekend in February has completed the work making me nervous: at that point for me out of the silence was impossible unless not soak all quiet in my incazzatura.
What's more, I was seized with a fit of unexplained sadness, the kind that you tighten the throat and you feel you would not want to do is scream and cry, but do not know is why you do not know what. I do not think, like many boys tend to dismiss it, a case of Paturnie premenstrual syndrome, there are simply times when I would cry as if I had a great sorrow to vent, as if I were to pull out all the pain I have inside , just do not know what it is.
The only way at this point to get me out of this mood is a vigilant and attentive silence.
This time he did the right thing.
He left me in peace and, on the rare occasions of interaction, has been kind, there is impatience.
This allowed me to leave my limbo "tuttoilmondomiodia.
are now quiet.
Now I say "Thank You".
She looks at me surprised and a little bit amused, wondering why ', but he already knows the why `and` why `one of those who say they are when you need their dose of words to believe what is happening .
That "thank you" has unleashed the torrent of things unsaid or screaming too.
Thus I, of course, without a moment's hesitation and without any explanations are necessary as the work of repairing a fight, tell him why the `sick of my sour, I talk about what I miss and what bothers me.
I took my feelings and I have spilled on the table, as is done with the pockets of his trousers, and now I'm putting them in order: a key part of the other coins.
And while I talk about everything and is more clear, perhaps even more honest, especially to my eyes.
I stopped trying to prove to me that I have no blame in this story, if that goes wrong does not depend on me.
I put aside the filters and I'm talking to him as if he were writing for myself.
He answers me in the same way, speaking of his difficulties and trying to figure out my best, speculate.
This time trying to make the words really need to feel more close, without hiding behind "have made` so 'or `I do not know why it happens."
me about his tiredness, and the fact that it's easier to stay shut up in his world that seek to manage a life with its complicated relations, the world may remember from that he is never released, but at least let me go.
We are trying to be completely honest, especially with ourselves, even if it means being tough, even with ourselves.
And as we speak I am moved.
I am moved by how and what we were, as we are still, for what we could be and what probably will be.
I am moved as I was going to be a time that I do not remember or removed. But
is an emotion that does not make me give in: I talk to him my disappointment with teary eyes and trembling voice, I told him that I do not know whether to believe another attempt, which is not an issue of lack of confidence in him, but simply the awareness that we are too unmotivated and tried not to whether we have any shred of probability, that perhaps what holds us together is only fear to start over, to relive the same things but without `ceremonial tranquilizers, which is normal human and wonder if it would only be yet another truce, one of the many lulls apparently waiting to culminate in yet another crisis.
Slow down, pull over, stop the machine and laying her head on my shoulder. `
remains so for a time that I can not measure.
Then looks at me and asks, "Will we ever be happy together?".
I smile and say, "Are we already have."

(END)

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Handbook of self-destruction. 9.

Nine - Do not want

It is already Friday and I did not.
In the sense that I'm not in the mood for the weekend.
I do not feel anything in the air, Holiday Perhaps it is just lack of sleep, the thoughts of me do the same effect as coffee and inventory after the evening yesterday I made a tremendous effort to sleep.
This morning I wanted to sleep again, then I said "by that is the latest, tomorrow you sleep" and I crawled to the bathroom, where I saw, looking in the mirror, I do not ever take for example an advertisement `of snacks.
But then again, who cares.
am a complaining, I know.
Are not ever coming from the stage of adolescence Ophelia: I am picking up my pain again in the crucible dust around with the long black train. I must find something against which to do so entangled.
I should learn to take things more philosophy, to expect less, worry less. `` I'll think
Monday.
today are concentrated on the trip tomorrow we go to find friends who are a hundred kilometers.
We will be he and I in the car. No people or computers, television or alternatively by forming filler, screen, filter.
keep thinking about and imagine possible by engaging in conversation, to look up words air bag not to be too bad.
I fill my head and if we hope.
I should stop.
stop passing the time in a parallel dimension to our living in an unhealthy relationship where my confusion and I would have liked, the projections of the dreaded "so if we continue '," the parallels with that which we were or could have be: the land of the imperfect, understood as verb tenses and more.
In the rare moments when I come to terms with myself, I recognize that this is the man I chose, and that since I deeply squeamish, then should not be like evil.
`It is not so bad.
People are boring, for the most part, often annoys me, as I understand it often transparent.
He did not. Boredom no, never.
And without doing anything special.
It is true, there are beautiful things that most do not live here, as when the children go to university.
Going to the office today while I was stopped at a red light I came to mind is a vivid and painful as a slap in the face: the two of us, for fun, but a game for adults, using every red light to kiss.
It is not the first time that an image like this leaves me almost breathless, and it will no last. We
we spend a whole day in bed, he says, "we should do more social life" before sinking into me, I do not know stop me smile just because I caress one hand while we're out with friends, that we invent stories and give their children names that perhaps we will never, naked in bed playing and making us laugh, what are we to feel good.
are like snapshots, postcards of places visited, unearthed in an old drawer. Only in those places I can go back there. And in those places is the man I really love that I was. With the man who
I passed the water before I asked, who was on the phone with me until I heard `smile, who was only four hundred kilometers to go with me at night.
My current partner has to fear only one man, only to be jealous of him: the man he was. It `
, I know, you can not love a ghost.
I start to really live, not as if everything that I have left of this story was an album of faded photos and postcards.
`People do not change so much.
It is said that women choose men who meet in half, thinking that they could then change the rest according to their wishes.
Not me, I had a man to love one piece.
It is not possible that I have left him less than half.

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Handbook of self-destruction. 8.

Eight - Do not bear false witness

Too many cigarettes tonight.
I looked at the ashtray and I was almost scared, who knows what I've smoked 'without even noticing, so `for conditioned reflex, one for each new line of thought.
I'm sitting on the bed next cell in the hope that the text message this morning was not an only child, ashtrays and lighters enough neighbors do not have to consciously detect their use, read books stacked around a half in order momentary sympathy pen and paper, I wanted to write, but I was only able to fill the sheet of psychedelic squiggles, a bottle of water next to bed, my blanket, random thoughts, lost and lost a little bit around, like the hair that I find myself stuck to the pillow in the morning, a detachment that does not even feel as if they had never been mine.
This is my camp, my doghouse tonight: television with the volume turned all the way down, lady in waiting post-modern, stereo tuned to a radio any, that it is not the music that matters, but hear voices in the house always empty.
It is the evening of the inventories of celomanca, important decisions ever made in practice.
Lately it has become a fixture myself, perhaps because I have no better alternatives to choose from.
The ceremony is always the same: I get home, get undressed, I make myself something to eat, I take him to bed and then, methodical and relaxed, I begin to scratch with your fingernail under the skin, down there, after all, for figure out how many degrees of truth can get.
the truth.
In this story the truth is the true protagonist: we are always honest, sincere, and we do everything we say out of the teeth, even when it means hurting, fighting once more, offend.
We have always believed that not to tell lies in the long run pays off: We're still waiting, maybe.
As for me, well, maybe someone tell me, So, give me a sop for a while.
Or maybe I'm not even lying, they are just different forms of reality, a little bit more softer, less sharp, sometimes confused, often interpreted, to leave a space, a way of salvation.
He told me that my anger motions are due to its lack of attention, which does not care and does not care about me, that is selfish.
Perhaps it is true, but it is also true that I'm tired. The same things
months ago I would have made condescending smile, or at least then I would be impelled to speak calmly.
I tell myself that if there is not much of a difference `or` there, that after all I'm well on its own.
But it is like when it is on a diet: perhaps you eat enough to be satisfied, but this does not mean that you are happy. I, for alone, are simply satiated, when he smiles at me even with your navel.
justifies my staying with him in the hope that once again be the person I fell in love, because it is `clear that he is to be changed, to have closed, moved away.
And me? I do not control more words and no more able to smile and wait, that I have more strength in my hands and courage in their shoes.
But perhaps the falsehood is more big story to me is that we need to define our relationship.
What we need to take a clear commitment, clear.
What does it take a tape of a specific color that keep us tied together.
The argument is that if there was this sign on our heads I would feel less insecure and I would have less need for confirmation and attention, which may require less, I'd be more relaxed, knowing that he wanted to have a "contract".
Bullshit.
It is like when you have a pantry or fridge full of cans of canned food: if you do not know what lies on the inside you need to put on a label, otherwise you just look through the glass.
We have obscured, or more do not know what lies inside.
The phone rings, I know already that it is him and I could almost write down almost everything we say.
Goodnight. Since
is making her irrelevant to my good night's sleep? Maybe when I hear that is has decided to go into hibernation: useless to wish good night when sleeping already.
It is another lie: if you do not call me ferirebbe. Pero
hour that made him almost do not care.
work only the negatives of our pictures lately.

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Orgasm indifferent

neutral equilibrium: when the body, however slight, is always in equilibrium position

Balance is everything.
`Do you know HOW did a multiple orgasm? (If you are a woman and you answered no, I'm sorry for you).
Then, try to think of the sea: an orgasm is like the perfect wave, one that envelops you and draws you into leaving you exhausted on the shore, but there are times when you come to fail before you get overwhelmed by a series of successive waves with barely time to breathe between one and another.
The path to the achievement of balance is a multiple orgasm: each progressive adjustment is a peak of pleasure, after which the level of excitement and anticipation is high.
It also says the etymology of the word: orgasm literally means "being in the grip to desire. "
And it is the desire that drives every single action of my life.
If you need to ask what he's talking about, well, maybe you are not suffering from any behavior anal retentive and have never experienced the joys of this condition .
Never been sweaty, tired and satisfied after you have completely emptied your library, previously organized, respectively, by genre, author and title in alphabetical order, and have rearranged the books in order of genre, artist and date of publication.
not have experienced the feeling of a smile on his face that spreads to the case when the eye rests on the cutlery drainer in which each unit contains only one type of dish (this then I think is so obvious and clear that anyone should come to mind: How many types are frequently used cutlery? Knives, forks, spoons, teaspoons. Four. Cutlery drainer one of those commonly found in any supermarket has many compartments? Four. It is a truism `disconcerting.).
Your underwear drawer, you procure joy? No? My you `. Three drawers. White underwear, black socks. Right panties, bras on the left. In front of gym socks, behind the tights. I can dress up blindfolded. I.
What do I need? But that question is? What you need to have sex? (Do not take out the story of the children, be honest).
We talk about the bathroom?
The direction of the toilet paper, the point of squeezing the toothpaste tube, the method of folding the towels?
Well, I could kill for it. Fold in half lengthwise and hung up. There's no other way.
There is no way to arrange the pillows on the couch which is not alternating colors starting with the bigger ones. Any option
outside is simply not conceivable: it belongs to a world where all is disorder, imbalance. Where beauty does not exist.
It is not true at all.
Desire, remember? Is there a way
certainly more beautiful, more balanced, and it is towards this that are constantly tense.
It is not rare to see me going slow in front of my closet, stop, open a door, a drawer and move one or more clothes to another location.
OR change location to a plant, a towel, a bottle of perfume, a ladle. Realign the floor
the table legs and edges of furniture items on them.
Or take a hand of Henry and move two millimeters of the precise I need to increase the intensity of my
pleasure of a good thirty percent.
Or take his head and stop him while I lick, with skill, it must be said, `because I know I have arrived at exactly that point of excitement when penetration is more satisfying: an orgasm by licking, ok, but one more lick orgasm sex? Better, no? Especially if done right with the right timing.
Nothing broken things for charity `!
orgies? Funny, So, but how do you get to snap a satisfactory balance in terms of aesthetic pleasure with more than two people?
Already two is difficult. Have you ever seen from the outside? Body parts that go a bit 'around, sweaty skin, reddened, and inevitably one of two that the other is more excited, because `if you think about the pleasure of others, well, your passing a bit' in the background .
And the balance?
The balance can not be searched in this way.
Not in love. There is no way that there is between two people the same intensity of feeling, or the same level of attention
. Where is the beauty in the nostalgia, because he felt neglected, even in the anguish of separation
temporary? It is desire, 'but constantly dissatisfied. It is like being masturbated to two millimeters from the point G.
And then there is that one way.
balance requires an orgasm indifferent when the body, however slight, is always in position for pleasure.
That, alone.
Henry's hand on my side is not symmetrical and is not harmonious with my position.
But it is beautiful. It is good. Tomorrow
to compensate, will have to eat a packet of M & M's in order of color.


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There's something inside you that is wrong and makes us like
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Only one profile.
brown hair with lighter reflections collected in a short tail.
That kind of hair that you already know that without touching them will be silk between your fingers.
An arm, a tonic rather than muscular, surrounded by the sleeve of a black t-shirt.
A new, large, close to the edge, one of those imperfections on which Viola would be able to linger for hours with his eyes, losing the edge, slipping under the skin to the point of losing consistency.
Jeans, shoes, who knows, did not look that strange.

Just as it is strange for her to take that tram after almost a year.
The 7 has always had one and the same meaning: Diego. House
Diego, shelter, cuddle house, not wanting to get away from home, home with mom and dad, home and caresses but they are not telling you your house that embraces you and makes you become a little bigger.
House, however, not family.
House as a home has never been this city, too big, too much for Viola, it gets complicated only when he stopped fighting to make it his own.
A little 'as with people.
A little 'as with Diego. But it has always been an accomplice. Except in the one crime that really compromising, love.
until love did not stop to seduce himself and has become a free, no needs.

Viola stamping the ticket impulse slipping between the mole and the world.
- It 's this seat free?
knows, sees, hears, which is free, but it is a way to make contact. Or maybe the voice.
- Yes, certainly.
does not smile, but her voice is warm, welcoming atmosphere. Stop, though. There are no ellipses in the bottom. No hesitation, no temptation to cling.

Viola sits down and begins to read.
Sometimes peeps that profile, which found to be one of the many interesting corners of a universe designed by a mouth to smile and look serious.
Until the world decides to be generous with her who is instead been so stingy.

- Guys, you know where I get to go away in Bolzano?
"Boys," as if it were an entity.
sketch explanations, Viola and the owner of neo interesting, talking in between them, as they were accustomed to agree on things, provide the information. Viola
disclose additional, insignificant. Necessary. A low voice. Words that say "just for you, just for you."

Again no delay.

Viola cash, without too many bruises: after the round has not even begun.
goes back to reading. But

- Belli these pants.
- Thank you.
- Where did you get?
And the name of a shop gets a name:
- My name is Charles.
And the name becomes a world: a thick fog of words that exclude the tram, passengers and includes, by protecting the remnants of life that have decided to exchange and who knows what else is there to know, to know and share and everything seems possible and he makes as if you have any questions.
And then
- Where do you come down?
- Ah! Fuck! But it's my stop!
She pulls on the seat in all its fascinating height.
- Hello, you pick!

Yeah.
You pick.
In this city, too big, too much for Viola, once again.

And later in the car with Diego, he will wonder if perhaps a minute, a phone number.
Or maybe not. Or maybe it's better this way, the many meetings now fighting, let that remain frozen in the most beautiful moment, when everything is possible.
Even love.


Now That I've met you would you object to never seeing
Each Other
again cause I can not afford to climb aboard you

no one's got that much ego to spend So do not work your

Because I've
stuff
got troubles enough no, do not pick on me When one act of kindness
Could Be

deathly deathly definitely

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