Sunday, November 11, 2007

Football Surprise Birthday Party

time no see ...


About time no see ...
E 'the case to say it!

E 'all began on the afternoon of October 30, at around 16. We were coming back, and I Cicitto, dall'Ikea, we were both on vacation for my birthday. When we hear a tremendous bang, my little Micra thrown nick the guardrail on the left is two turns on itself while he and two back across all the tracks and crashes into the guardrail on the right finally stopping on the hard shoulder.

MIRACLE!! WE LIVE!!

the time to look at him, to see if something had broken, and here comes a nice old eighty years, smiling, says: "It 's okay, we have not done anything ..."
I would have killed him! He rails against him saying that he's crazy, we could die, that we are in shock because of it ,.... After a long wait comes
carroattrezzi that takes us home. We lay the shopping bags and go to the hospital.
Here, lying on beds in the emergency room, waiting for us visitors, neighbors were still numb from the shock. When we split up, for the visit, we are gripped by anxiety about the other who is out of our sight.
Medical reports say that there are no fractures, the cervical collar to keep for ten days and send us back home.
Eating? ... I had the nausea!
The night is spent almost entirely sleepless, again with the nightmare of tremendous bang, a noise like an explosion and then everything that spins. A colder
mind we asked ourselves: what happened to all the other cars that pass in a crowded during peak hours, because there were, we have seen them go when we stopped on the emergency lane, but in the meantime we carom between the various races where they were?!
One possible thought is the mystical speech, that he wanted us not morissimo in an accident, which caused an idiot.

The days that followed we were together, trying to solve the problems related to insurance, alla demolizione della mia auto, alla ricerca di un'altra che non mi costasse un capitale.... E tutto insieme!
Una volta di più siamo stati una vera famiglia, che si sostiene e si aiuta in tutto.
Troppo comodo, stare insieme quando le cose vanno bene, quando non ci sono problemi, ma solo divertimenti. La Vera famiglia si vede nei momenti difficili.

Poi cicitto è rientrato al lavoro, mentre io sono rimasto qualche giorno in più a casa, a causa di un mal di schiena che non vuol passare.
Che brutto! trovarsi da soli in casa dopo giorni in cui ci si svegliava insieme, si decideva insieme cosa fare, si organizzava il pranzo e si era sempre insieme.
Ora ero rimasto solo, con giornate lunghissime davanti, without being able to move from home because of sickness and because without a car. Moving from bed to sofa, from sofa to chair, chair by the bed in a sad pilgrimage is always the same.

Luckily it's weekend and Cicitto arrived. We went together to do the shopping, then dinner, then to bed.
Now he is still asleep while I'm telling you this little snippet of family life.

In the meantime, I greet you and embrace you, over to the next. You, Sal.

Tuesday, July 31, 2007

What To Write To Someone Who Had A Baby

Watcher, after a sleepless night ...



I get home from the night.
I am a little tense.
I do a fast lap on the computer.
I have not sleep.
I try to put a DVD in the player.
Crashes and vex me to restart.
are now ten.
Finally, you can unlock and start, "Saturno Contro". Another time!
... But then I am a masochist! ...

Cicitto in those days was a little depressed, because of work ...
... And if there was qulcos'altro? ...
What would become of me?! Without him I do not stand for a moment: I need his presence, his scent, his skin, all his paranoia that make me angry, his eyes, his skin, his fears ..... its LOVE!

I opened a bottle of Bacardi Breezer ... and I was kidnapped from the movie.
are now nearly eleven and still not get to sleep.

I think of Tweety and sorrow for the loss of Mariolino ... Maybe I'm just tired, maybe I have to go to sleep ...

My Love, do not give up!

you all a hug. You, Sal.

Tuesday, July 3, 2007

Multiblication Table 100 X 100

... The warmth and lightness ....


What is happening to me ...

I just finished watching "Saturno contro" , a terrible and beautiful movie.
I did my usual tirade of tears, thinking "... and that happening to me ...?!"

Once again I realize how much love my Cicitto ... and if he was missing ... what would become of me?!

As in any relationship, there are times when you are angry for small things, it wants more ciu, in which one runs up to banality.
But there are also times when you look into my eyes and see the world that awaits you beyond the threshold of that look, in which other people disappear in ciu you realize that he is your reason to exist. Do you realize
absolutely LOVE and be loved in return.
you realize he is not alone in this world.

... then you forget and come back to see the nonsense, to get angry about little things, but ... awareness of not being alone, to love and be riamasto remains inside, giving warmth and a certain lightness ...

My Love, I will never stop repeating that I LOVE YOU!

Tuesday, June 5, 2007

How Much Electricity Fan Use

soon ... again ...


Again ... after all ...

was so long that I did not write more ...
I did not want my posts were only slavish diary of my days, but there was something really important to say.
Maybe nothing has happened really important, but something happened ...

many days, many weeks ... I have lived in limbo as: home, work, Cicitto and a few other things. No position, no choice. All left the flow of events.

Tonight, I watched a movie, "The voice of silence "about a girl who all'improvvivo closes by itself, in an autistic state, and that thanks to the consistency of the mother starts to speak and live ...

A flash ... I too
isolated, I'm locked in a shell from ciu let alone reveal his life.
I thought back to this evening.
Cicitto came and told me that the keys had gone home, he lay in the drawer of the machine and has found only when it came to me in the pocket of the car door, but the passenger side. After we cuddled a bit, we went in our Latvian. But we could not make love, as usual, for a little problem. So, we been embraced and we fell asleep. Or rather, I fell asleep, snoring coming. When I
risvergliato, it had rained out, the gate of the garage was closed loudly and Cicitto was erect.
Needless to say we made love.

Dinner, TV. Then he went home and I was left alone in front of the television.

Returning to the initial speech, I started to think about.
He remained in the week to sleep with me, was able to sleep peacefully for the first time, probably because he is accustomed to my snoring ... or maybe because my snoring was associated with peace. This evening, after my nap, he was released, enjoying the moment.
are signs! Like her keys disappeared and reappeared in an unlikely place! ...

Where did I miss?!
Where I found?!
The important thing is that I found myself next to my man, my love and that, together, we continue on our way!

In the meantime, I greet you and hug you, Yours, Sal.

Wednesday, April 25, 2007

Tikes Country Cottage Playhouse

Waiting for our wedding ... The Scream of


Contingencies communication ...

Two days ago, I get an sms saying "You drive me crazy" , to which I reply: "Geazie, but who are you?" and I replied at once: "One of your admirers, Nico" . Say, in my turn: "But I still do not understand who you are" , thinking qulche my colleague that I was making a joke.

When I feel My love, I tell him this round of posts, and he started getting the husband. But the husband in the couple should be me!
He is handsome, gym, ten years younger than me and goes to a gym where there are men who are a danger.

Today I get another sms: "I'm Nico from Salerno. You're not Grace?" , to which I reply: "I Ator from Lecco. Call your girl and good luck."

Tonight, when I heard Cicitto, I told him the last cuffed, and he tells me he had nightmares all night, dreaming that I left in the streets.

But I wonder: can you be more stupid?!
How could I leave my wonderful man, after four years we're together, just because someone, I do not know sends me a message Page on the phone?!

In three days we will be at the wedding of my friend Paula, who have been invited as a couple, a wonderful couple who loves and will never leave

In the meantime, I greet you and embrace you, waiting to tell you about the marriage sell 'year. You, Sal.

Tuesday, April 17, 2007

Safenet Sentinel Pu-760

without voce...


God save us from his ministers ... I

saw the broadcast on Italia 1 , who spoke of fully equipped sexual abuse of minors by priests.
I was creepy!

It seemed to take a dip in the past when I spent five years in high school in a college of priests, as I already said at the time.
all knew what was going on in the room of Horace Brother, when you brought the kids in elementary, or Don Gino trying to touch all the guys that came within range, coming for to provoke them to have shown their pea ...
But everyone knew, all were silent, the director of the college dean, and then blow up the scandal when they found two boys who masturbated in the bathroom ...

But with that consciousness can ascend the pulpit to rant against gay people, that have nothing to do with pedophiles, after they have made an altar boy in the sacristy?!
The new inquisitor who calls himself "a humble worker in the vineyard of the Lord" , who first did a nice clean sweep in his backyard and that would eliminate all the bad apples before sentencing.

Perhaps it is better to close before staraparlare further, but the anger is too much ...!

In the meantime, I greet you and embrace you. You, Sal.

Wednesday, March 28, 2007

Mirtazapine Joint Muscle Pain

L'Urlo dei reietti...


I Evere a spray ...

hanging up the previous post, I wish I could go scirivere the doors of the Vatican, to scream my real!

There is no denying the reality of many of us, with absurd statements such as the Church's positions.
I was created by God GAY, I had to make a shield against the world, I had to fight with myself to accept the be ... and now there's four queens dressed in black with purple borders, saying that I do not exist, that the relationship with my love is not legal, is not acceptable, it is not conceivable. But all those who
nascomndono in the sacristy and monasteries and fucking with altar boys, but they are protected their robes, are protected and revered by a whole host of politicians who kiss the ring.

cresolate are in a Catholic culture, I studied in a college of priests, but I've seen too many to accept the Catholic position.

the nation to which I belong, Parliament voted that I do not represent me, I protect and I do not recognize.
You can not talk about gays, who are indignant all!
But we exist and we are everywhere.
The term "gay lobby", but where is this lobby?
We are treated like Jews in Nazi times.
If they could put us at the stake ... but only those who expose themselves, only with the disturb them qelli presence. The others, those who hide, those who beat their breasts, those who show "the language of the priest from the Host" , those who have wives and children and go to fuck with the trans on the ring road ... those are the acquittal of the curiae have beneplacido and that crow that the embalmed heads.

are definitely too angry! Perhaps
strap, as is my usual, but the reality is, we want to cancel
church!
Well, I have no intention of being canceled! Neither I nor my pair.
Cicitto and I have the right to exist because what unites us is true love! And no one can deny this fact!

In the meantime, it is better to close. I greet you and hug. You, Sal.

Monday, March 26, 2007

Women Withmacromastia

Le emozioni non finiscono mai...


Sometimes it takes time ...

It 'a long time since I write. Do not reuse
longer find the time or inclination to write ...
Thinking ... Talking ... Communicate in other ways ...

But more often then I was with a pen in hand and the desire to leave a mark ...

But as a sign can be so strong?!
I wonder what they can prove that the graffiti on the walls of the night sbizzariscono beautiful homes Boghes than grabbing the rights of others, those who daily steal or cheat or rape and then return to their their bourgeois houses, neat and pints, embracing their luxurious wives and their daughters having sex with the caretaker or give pocket money to their children who steal in class or send on You Tube images from their mobile phones to luxury. ..
Meanwhile, someone in the street without a trace on their wall: a signature, a phrase, a drawing, a gesture of freedom ...

course if it came out of the house and find a scribble on the wall, I get angry, but if it were a piece of art ... But we jump


stake in bush, as is my habit ...
flew three months of work and lots of LOVE.
Cicitto and I are always together. We celebrated, March 22, our fourth anniversary. It seems only yesterday that I climbed and descended the stairs, cheering as if we had won the World Cup, reading the message which said: "Every encounter enriches and teaches me something. We are deeply grateful. We feel more calm. TVTTTB"
That message was like opening a door that had been closed for centuries, had opened the heart, which yearned to take breath.

In four years, we have built a couple, family, friends and relatives, with invitations to dinner and parties for children ...
We have become visible, even preponderarnti in the lives of those who know us.
are one! and we will be up to old age!


I did not tell, for word for word, what we experienced in these three months, maybe because I did not want to do a diary sterile peddisequo a story ... I wanted to live ...
And now I had the desire to share this with you.
no reports from the accountant, but emotions ...

In the meantime, I greet you and embrace you. You, Sal.