Here come the sons: two growing, which resists or breaks: every Redesign day, nothing is taken for granted.
Thursday, April 29, 2010
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E 'COME THE EGG N ° 25: "QUESTIONS FOR COUPLES"
Here come the sons: two growing, which resists or breaks: every Redesign day, nothing is taken for granted.
Here come the sons: two growing, which resists or breaks: every Redesign day, nothing is taken for granted.
Monday, April 26, 2010
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5 PER THOUSAND TO HOUSE MATERNITY'
This year you can support us with the payment of 5x thousand of your taxes. Thank you from the group of the World Cup
This year you can support us with the payment of 5x thousand of your taxes. Thank you from the group of the World Cup
Saturday, April 24, 2010
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We are not racists, we merde
Let's talk about Adro (BS), where 20 families in economic difficulties are unable to pay the school canteen in una scuola elementare. La scuola, con una risoluzione che non esito a definire pedagogicamente corretta, ha disposto il taglio dei viveri ai bambini. I piatti vuoti sono il viatico di un messaggio importante, che si enuclea (boia ladra , che parolone!) nel rispetto delle regole e della disciplina, perché non siamo mica nel paese di Bengodi, qui. Una forma di educazione al rigore, di cui un giorno questi pargoli, quasi tutti extracomunitari, ci saranno grati, se non moriranno d’Italia.
E se muoiono vuol dire che non erano forti abbastanza, e quindi non ci servono.
Storia edificante, se non fosse che un ignoto imprenditore si è intromesso effettuando una donazione di 10.000 euro a favore di queste famiglie di furbacchioni, that instead of paying the cafeteria like everyone else, they appeal to welfare, as if this was not Italy, but a European country.
"not right," calling for the mothers of Adro, the canteen, they, the pay, not bales. From here, to require that the benefactor ripped the loot or none at all, is a short step. And indeed they do: a jump, a "high taxes" to the strike of the table. Why yes, and the non-us? If you make a gift to them, not even the Italians, you have to do to us. We demand!
Another wall collapsed, but frankly does not surprise me that much, just look around. What amazes me is that the debate should focus all about mothers and nobody thinks of the children. No, you understand, not the children left behind on an empty stomach, who cares about those non Mangiapane mignon with treason?
I thought the children of mothers who deprecate the generosity, blaming the poor to be smart, and they say the sooner we go home.
My mind goes to the little Italian, Italic children of mothers with a big heart wormy. That is true, I'm not racist, as shocked to rattle Annozero microphones.
are worse.
think about their children. At this very moment, they are receiving with both hands a sound, snarling, murderous family education that one day will put into practice and perpetuate.
They are raping their hearts and we are watching. 
Let's talk about Adro (BS), where 20 families in economic difficulties are unable to pay the school canteen in una scuola elementare. La scuola, con una risoluzione che non esito a definire pedagogicamente corretta, ha disposto il taglio dei viveri ai bambini. I piatti vuoti sono il viatico di un messaggio importante, che si enuclea (boia ladra , che parolone!) nel rispetto delle regole e della disciplina, perché non siamo mica nel paese di Bengodi, qui. Una forma di educazione al rigore, di cui un giorno questi pargoli, quasi tutti extracomunitari, ci saranno grati, se non moriranno d’Italia.
E se muoiono vuol dire che non erano forti abbastanza, e quindi non ci servono.
Storia edificante, se non fosse che un ignoto imprenditore si è intromesso effettuando una donazione di 10.000 euro a favore di queste famiglie di furbacchioni, that instead of paying the cafeteria like everyone else, they appeal to welfare, as if this was not Italy, but a European country.
"not right," calling for the mothers of Adro, the canteen, they, the pay, not bales. From here, to require that the benefactor ripped the loot or none at all, is a short step. And indeed they do: a jump, a "high taxes" to the strike of the table. Why yes, and the non-us? If you make a gift to them, not even the Italians, you have to do to us. We demand!
Another wall collapsed, but frankly does not surprise me that much, just look around. What amazes me is that the debate should focus all about mothers and nobody thinks of the children. No, you understand, not the children left behind on an empty stomach, who cares about those non Mangiapane mignon with treason?
I thought the children of mothers who deprecate the generosity, blaming the poor to be smart, and they say the sooner we go home.
My mind goes to the little Italian, Italic children of mothers with a big heart wormy. That is true, I'm not racist, as shocked to rattle Annozero microphones.
are worse.
think about their children. At this very moment, they are receiving with both hands a sound, snarling, murderous family education that one day will put into practice and perpetuate.
They are raping their hearts and we are watching.
Friday, April 23, 2010
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WEEK INTERNATIONAL JOURNALISTS ON THE BIRTH cloth diapers
The Maternity House adheres to the "International Week of cloth diapers" from April 24 to May 2. On this occasion there will be a small exhibition of types of cloth diapers and the ability to receive detailed information on usage. We also ask the House to mothers who use them to take a picture of their baby diaper with the lav. attendees to take the next few weeks. It 's a choice environment, the economy and the health of your baby. Good week
The Maternity House adheres to the "International Week of cloth diapers" from April 24 to May 2. On this occasion there will be a small exhibition of types of cloth diapers and the ability to receive detailed information on usage. We also ask the House to mothers who use them to take a picture of their baby diaper with the lav. attendees to take the next few weeks. It 's a choice environment, the economy and the health of your baby. Good week
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Digital8 That Plays Analog
Colleagues of the third kind
When a company closes at home and all the senses light up like flares. Years of routine work they had dimmed and suddenly, hey, what do I see, my colleagues. Almost ex. Now I see them better. Now we are going to say goodbye. But how is this possible? Perhaps
know.
We are at a show, an exhibition. Paintings everywhere, I do not know if I give the idea. A lot of people from around the works with intelligent air and the muscles toned enough to hold a glass of Spritz. What a bore all 'these paintings, I am exhausted, but who said they are masterpieces? I seem to be the usual scabs!
And why's that? On the wall the mark of a painting. Someone took him away. It could be the most beautiful picture of the world. I want to see it! Where did you put it? I know, I know, I said that modern art has bored me, but ... where is that picture? I want to see.
I miss him already.
I feel a little 'alone.
Colleagues: For years together, and running, always on the piece. And now that the piece is broken, we go down and, gentlemen, let's get back people. The metamorphosis is almost instantaneous and wind. In the last few days together I think we stare as aliens, because we look like human beings. Before
rule to be reborn: burst. 
When a company closes at home and all the senses light up like flares. Years of routine work they had dimmed and suddenly, hey, what do I see, my colleagues. Almost ex. Now I see them better. Now we are going to say goodbye. But how is this possible? Perhaps
know.
We are at a show, an exhibition. Paintings everywhere, I do not know if I give the idea. A lot of people from around the works with intelligent air and the muscles toned enough to hold a glass of Spritz. What a bore all 'these paintings, I am exhausted, but who said they are masterpieces? I seem to be the usual scabs!
And why's that? On the wall the mark of a painting. Someone took him away. It could be the most beautiful picture of the world. I want to see it! Where did you put it? I know, I know, I said that modern art has bored me, but ... where is that picture? I want to see.
I miss him already.
I feel a little 'alone.
Colleagues: For years together, and running, always on the piece. And now that the piece is broken, we go down and, gentlemen, let's get back people. The metamorphosis is almost instantaneous and wind. In the last few days together I think we stare as aliens, because we look like human beings. Before
rule to be reborn: burst.
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Can Plus Size Women Get A Brazillian Wax
Click on the headline to see the video / TV coverage of Switzerland on the excessive use of caesarean section.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
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Smile, this is NOT a candid camera
Also you each morning from I do not know how long. Every day I was welcomed to stop in Piazza Castello with a radiant smile, honest and free, like newspaper delivery. Me, I always head elsewhere, between yesterday and tomorrow with a hint of today, then I remember her, I say, ah, yes, here it is! And it is good news, because the girl hands me a newspaper with a sincere movement of generosity, as if I porgesse a gift. "Metro, good day!" Indeed they are, is really a gift, but does not refer to those pages of advertising and news in the margin. Not at all. Probably
la pagano quattro soldi e di sicuro non le danno alcun extra per sorridermi di cuore. Ma lei lo fa sempre e, diavolo, non vorrei sembrare new age, ma è un sorriso cristallino, pura gentilezza d’animo. Il regalo è tutto lì e l’ho avuto tutti i giorni, come l’hanno ricevuto moltissimi altri distratti figuranti diretti al lavoro. Perfino i conducenti dei bus sembrano apprezzarla, lo vedo da come la salutano. Così ogni giorno, non importa se la luna è dritta o storta, io mi sono ritrovato a ricambiare quel sorriso luminoso con una sincerità fanciullesca, che nel tempo è andata crescendo sempre più. E ogni giorno ho ripetuto il mio mantra: “Ciao, grazie”.
Che presa alla lettera is small, as a phrase, but let's see '. With "Hello" I mean, "Hey, how nice, you're here again this morning!" As with "Thanks" I say, "That smile that you give me is so clear, so true. It makes me feel good, makes me realize that we are the same, I going to do the advertising and you and that you distribute newspapers. The distinctions, detachment, is a fantasy game. This can be done to break a smile. "
" Hello, thank you "And of course I smile reflexively, putting in all the innuendo that I can. A quick exchange of glances. I am sure that he understood. Now it's like a game of mutual recognition. He winks a bit ' and pull straight. So let us just: no romantic or erotic aspect in all this. Only two people on equal terms.
Small gestures, glimpses of truth that help make the days better, made by little known heroes, who hardly pay attention. I wonder if it was me, instead of the girl to perform a job that does not abound (I think) of satisfaction, I would be able to smile like that? And, even more important question, if all pay attention to these people more often, to recognize the value, instead of chasing hairpieces examples provided by plastic models? I'm such a director to promote the Metro!
You know people like her? Apparent appeared that perhaps the most interesting stories embody those carried out by the protagonists, or aspiring, to this infinite, complex reality without cameras? 
Also you each morning from I do not know how long. Every day I was welcomed to stop in Piazza Castello with a radiant smile, honest and free, like newspaper delivery. Me, I always head elsewhere, between yesterday and tomorrow with a hint of today, then I remember her, I say, ah, yes, here it is! And it is good news, because the girl hands me a newspaper with a sincere movement of generosity, as if I porgesse a gift. "Metro, good day!" Indeed they are, is really a gift, but does not refer to those pages of advertising and news in the margin. Not at all. Probably
la pagano quattro soldi e di sicuro non le danno alcun extra per sorridermi di cuore. Ma lei lo fa sempre e, diavolo, non vorrei sembrare new age, ma è un sorriso cristallino, pura gentilezza d’animo. Il regalo è tutto lì e l’ho avuto tutti i giorni, come l’hanno ricevuto moltissimi altri distratti figuranti diretti al lavoro. Perfino i conducenti dei bus sembrano apprezzarla, lo vedo da come la salutano. Così ogni giorno, non importa se la luna è dritta o storta, io mi sono ritrovato a ricambiare quel sorriso luminoso con una sincerità fanciullesca, che nel tempo è andata crescendo sempre più. E ogni giorno ho ripetuto il mio mantra: “Ciao, grazie”.
Che presa alla lettera is small, as a phrase, but let's see '. With "Hello" I mean, "Hey, how nice, you're here again this morning!" As with "Thanks" I say, "That smile that you give me is so clear, so true. It makes me feel good, makes me realize that we are the same, I going to do the advertising and you and that you distribute newspapers. The distinctions, detachment, is a fantasy game. This can be done to break a smile. "
" Hello, thank you "And of course I smile reflexively, putting in all the innuendo that I can. A quick exchange of glances. I am sure that he understood. Now it's like a game of mutual recognition. He winks a bit ' and pull straight. So let us just: no romantic or erotic aspect in all this. Only two people on equal terms.
Small gestures, glimpses of truth that help make the days better, made by little known heroes, who hardly pay attention. I wonder if it was me, instead of the girl to perform a job that does not abound (I think) of satisfaction, I would be able to smile like that? And, even more important question, if all pay attention to these people more often, to recognize the value, instead of chasing hairpieces examples provided by plastic models? I'm such a director to promote the Metro!
You know people like her? Apparent appeared that perhaps the most interesting stories embody those carried out by the protagonists, or aspiring, to this infinite, complex reality without cameras?
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