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mr_simpatia @ 2005-12-28T17: 03:00

While I was busy writing about my basketball-frenzy, my parents were being artsy on our rooftop:




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I'm totally into basketball these days. Maybe also because I've been playing well lately. Over the last three games, I averaged 13.7 points, 3 rebounds, 0.3 assists, 1 steal and 0.3 blocks, along with 1.3 three-pointers. Coach gives me around 18 minutes a game and I'm cool with it.

On Dec 1st we won and I had 12 points, altho I didnt do anything too spectacular on the offensive end, I played kickass defence (which is kinda unusual for me). There was this guy who had been tricking our zone defence by hitting 3s for the whole first half, then coach had me chase him all across the court while my teammates were still playing zone defence (only because I have more stamina than them, I guess). Somehow I was able to shut him down a little bit. Or maybe he was just getting fatigued. Anyways, later in the third quarter I was defending right in front of him, he faked a shot and quickly drove to the hoop, or at least he tried to, for he did get past me but I unexpectedly managed to block his shot. We would have won anyway, but fucc, I still wonder how I did that =D

On Dec 15th I had 16 points, 13 of which in the last quarter. We were trailing by 30 with only twelve minutes left, we gave it one last try tho and we eventually ended up losing by 15. I had already entered the court during the first half, playing like a total zombie, instead in the fourth quarter I was feeling like I wanted to demolish that 30-points gap all by myself! We didn't get the W, but my contribution was big anyway - a sweet 3/4 from beyond the arc and three other baskets. Those guys will have to be careful when we go visit them in March =)

On Dec 22th we lost again, against the best team in our league (they are 8-0). I had 13 points on my first start of the season (a xmas gift from coach=)). I scored mostly on lay-ups and mid-range jumpers, for somehow I was knocking them down quite easily, while it took me 6 attempts to hit a fuccing three-pointer *irritated* (and then I failed 2 more ones). I ended up as the top scorer of my team and even grabbed 5 rebounds (!!) but it still sucks when I fail to do the only thing that I'm supposed to do, that coach and my teammates expect me to do on a consistent basis (which is knocking down 3s, especially when our opponent is strong and we aren't scoring much otherwise. Luckily Tia picked up the slack this time and went 3/3 from the arc). However, this match was quite impossible to win, so let's be cool with it - I guess.

Yesterday at trainings I was once again getting to the basket. I have a couple nice moves to slash through the defence, but where did the 3s go? I should really find consistency with my 3-pointer and at the same time _keep on_ attacking the basket. If I achieve that, I know I'm going to have some 20-points games.

Oh yeah, yesterday I was messing around with our league's website.. on team CEA's page there's a comment about their loss to us on Oct 19th:

"peggior avversario non poteva esserci per iniziare la stagione! Una squadra giovane, tosta, organizzatissima nei due aspetti che meno digest, pressure, and counterattack. Not bad, better to lose because the opponents rather than surprise us because we did not lose his head, we play badly or we are not in shape. We will serve as a lesson very much, congratulations to them and have demonstrated how a small team working with the tactical and 1-2 devices can become irresistible. "

Some Dude we're getting serious credit here ;-)

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You Have a Phlegmatic Temperament

Mild mannered and laid back, you take life at a slow peace. You are very consistent - Both in emotions and actions. You Tend Thurs absorb set backs Easily. You are cool and Collected. It Is Difficult Thurs offend you. You Can Remain composed and unemotional. You are a great friend and lover. You do not demand much of others. While you are quiet, you have a Subtle wit That your friends know well. At your worst, you are lazy and unwilling to work "at anything. You often get stuck in a rut, without aspirations or dreams. You CAN get too Dependent on others, setting yourself up for abandonment.

Temperment What Are You?

best describes your lifestyle profile is a do-gooder.
fit this profile, you 58%.


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intellectuals by 26%.
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do-gooder

value and attitude of the world ...

Universalists are do-gooder. They want to make every effort to ensure the world would be a better place for all its inhabitants. Do-gooder in the young generation's conscience. Ethicality is reflected in their thoughts and behavior. They are aware of the world's many problems and they also feel a personal responsibility. They are genuinely concerned about the state of nature, human rights, inequality, poverty and other burning humanity affected by these problems.

Tolerance is a core value of the value of do-gooder in the world. They are tolerant of different people, ideologies, ideas box. They think for example, an individual's sexual orientation is a personal thing and a positive attitude all the options. They are very positively also to immigrants, civil service and development assistance to increase. Overall, it can be said that the do-gooder tolerance is widespread and does not leave the outer side any group of people, religion or ideology.

Some people form the core of the global value of the do-gooder. Although the do-gooder like all people are important, your own reference group and their own personal relationships are perhaps the most central part of their lives. Friends and relations are often seen as nurturing used a lot of time and energy. A relationship is considered a very important area of life.

Self-actualization places great emphasis on the value of do-gooder in the world. They create their lives the relevance of activities. They want to express themselves, to exploit their talents and take their own potential to make oneself. Creativity is characterized by a do-gooder. Among them, plenty of artists, musicians, writers and artisans.

areas of interest ...

Soft values are also reflected in the do-gooder points of interest. They are interested in culture, art and music. The most important do-gooder harrastuksikseen mention singing, playing, dancing, reading, theater, jogging and yoga. Several group members also are involved, or at least consider volunteering to do. While NGO activities are not interesting at all for all do-gooder, It is emphasized strongly, however, compared to other elämäntyylisegmentteihin.

Music has a special interest in the target do-gooder. All at least actively listen to music, but many also sing or play yourself. Rock and pop also maailmaparantajat happy to listen to reggae and punk. Also, ethnic music, jazz and blues highlights the popularity of other elämäntyylisegmentteihin year.

This group includes approximately 11% of Finnish 15-25 year-olds. Category of women is 72%.


Here: http://www.1530.fi/omaprofiili.php

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mr_simpatia @ 2005-12-25T11: 48:00







Btw, I put a counter on my userinfo page exactly one year ago on christmas day, now it says "911" - that's cool isn't it ;-)

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Merry christmas!

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023. Quick steps ... ... walking slowly

She liked to be seen. The boys liked it when the team top to bottom. She liked that feeling of desire, desire for his body. Shyness wandered
unusual in his blood ... The day before his engagement Journal of a strange thing happened. A bar. Coffee. A small table. A man approaches the table. She sat with a cup of coffee in hand and his legs crossed under the table, and a gentle voice "I sit down?". She looked into his eyes ... blue eyes ... and the voice continued: "I would like to talk about certain personal issues."
"In a few minutes I have an appointment ... I have to go" he replied with a sensual movement of the lips. "Just a moment please." It all ended in a "Ok"
once seated man introduced himself.
A boy watching the scene from the table in front and could not believe his eyes: the man sitting next to that beautiful girl ... it was her dream ... to have the courage to sit next to a charming girl and try to woo her.
"Who knows what'll be saying," thought the little boy, "we see that the man has class. an older man about 40 years trying to win a girl of 20. fantastic! "no longer cared about anything, or cappuccino, or the cake: infatuated by that scene. But
. The nervous movements of the arms, meaningless gestures, shaking of the head: this is how she was reacting to the words of man, who was the picture of tranquility.
the conversation did not last. About six or seven minutes. The girl stood up, a bit 'confused, even seemed to pale. He passed to the cashier, paid his bill and left the bar. The man sat at the table, lit a cigarette and began to read the newspaper.
the boy was the brilliant idea to follow the girl. Quick steps. He followed her to her home. A building. The boy did not feel well to follow her into the building. Then he was off to wander in the square. He stayed there for about twenty minutes, then left with a slow, melancholy love Vico.
The day after his official engagement (with a boy named Andrew who lived on the third floor of the building), Gaia was preparing a dinner for two. Constantly looked at his watch, he knew he was late, frantic few moments he knew that Andrea would have knocked on the door. What can easily be performed as they were separated only by a plan.
The minutes passed quickly, the frenzy was seasoned with a dash of happiness. Not too much. The right. And then suddenly, almost unexpectedly, a sound broke the hushed atmosphere in which it was immersed Gaia. Someone was knocking on the door.
Gaia was the plan of happiness, joking, playing with paper towels. It was him, she was sure, was Andrew. Not even asked who it was, snapped open the door. Surprise
tragic.
Andrea was with another man. Gaia was attacked by a sense of panic. The man was the man of the bar two days before.
"Hello" said Andrea, "let me introduce my friend, his name is Paolo Marchesi. He came to live in this building. "
madness, what is? At that time Gaia was the victim of a plot of madness. It was immobile, confused, no thought ... just want to scream.

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022. If Fausto trying

cold wind whistled through the leaves, which makes it difficult to raise whirlwinds and the work of Fausto. Fausto gets impatient that he never had too much patience. But while arguing with the leaves Michelle emerges from his door and his hand is a magnet. He meets her eyes for a split second. Sad eyes, he thinks. It says nothing. And Michelle disappears around the corner, in his long jacket, brown hair rings dancing with the wind.
He still looked that way when he realizes Marcheli, lit cigarette, gray and silent. Marchesi E in the same direction of Michelle. Randomness, think Fausto.
night thinking about Michelle, just want to kiss, night-call to fix his window, the lights that light, the silhouettes that move. Maybe Michelle is not alone. Maybe it's that guy again crossed on his landing. And I envy.

The night came back to him in the head, Walked into the temples. It was cold. He bent down to pick up a leaf, a large red leaf. It was then that the diary fell. If was almost forgotten. The Diary of Gaia. Who knows if he was still alive. He picked it up and sat on the steps to take a look. Words words many words. Every once in a drawing. Enchanting traces of swans in flight. Crosses. Cemeteries. He found the name of the deceased Emily, found the reference to a clown gray and realized that meant someone who perhaps was not really a clown. He found the fear of food, the ravings of acute high fever, the people who whispers and murmurs and never tires and has nothing else to do. And the last words ... "tomorrow will never be." Drawing wounded swan falling. Fausto shook his head without understanding perfectly. "A fool, a poor crazy," he thought. But in spite of himself he was sorry and felt it. He closed the diary, he thought he had thrown away, that maybe his mother was right and who knows how many diseases restrained, a little 'as the cloth was left hanging on the Gaia building when she left to go downstairs. Discard it. Discard it. Discard it. But then he did not know why.
waited for the return of Michelle sitting on the steps while the wind was becoming increasingly annoying. And Michelle was late. He left there in the room to monitor the window. But then he fell asleep and dreamed, he wanted to jump naked from the window she too, but the very moment her feet she became detached from the solid swan, with wings and hurt someone with a shot. He woke with a start and looked again at the window. Sigh of relief. Michelle was there and spoke with someone perhaps. Talking
. Talking
. Talking
.
kiss her. Delirium.
"If I tried ..."

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021 020

Sorry for the interruption. Who am I? are one of the narrators of this novel. What do I do? Nothing! Passing by here by chance. Passing by here by chance and I said, "I wonder if it's all clear to readers," I could not do a census, I could not make me a review of your faces during the reading, I could not enjoy your disgust or Your uplifting, harmonious, lovely song from masterpiece. Certainly there is everything clear, do not question your minds. I have sometimes become neurotic and stumbling in the roots that come under my feet. However
forgive me but I feel obliged to make small details ... no, in fact, never mind the details ... I feel bound to ask questions ... in fact, I ask only one question: "Why Marco behaved that way with Michelle ?
Maybe you do not care, or consider the behavior of Mark, according to the individual who expresses the behavior of a hard man to true or simply an asshole. But let me advise you that you can not judge a person without knowing his past. So now clarity, I should explain the history of Marco, but I do not really want, simply because they tell the 27 years of a person takes a long time and especially a lot of space, and the narrators of this novel does not have the time or space.
But one thing I could do it, if you agree: to describe briefly some examples of the life of Marcus lived with Michelle. Agree? I see that there are dissenting views. We make a show of hands? Okay, okay ... forget it ...
however fixed in your brain scented these lines: "very difficult, I'm not good at telling the lives of others. And it would take a writer. " However
Mark and Michelle met in any New Year's celebration in any city in any friend's house. Michelle did not have many friends shy girl ... ... so few friends, but good ... Marco instead of hung around with bullies by province. Did you imagine this: disco, gym, beautiful dresses and conversations pathetic. One thing leads to. And the physical appearance plays a role. Otherwise in the New Year's Eve Mark and Michelle would never meet, never noticed ... total indifference. But their hearts collide. No one knows how, but the day after Mark phoned Michelle, and above all no one has the slightest idea what tactics he used to have his phone number. In any case the new year began with their bond. A bond who initially had no difference from the usual bonds of pseudo-loving teenagers. It always starts like that. Time takes its toll, however. Be unwitting victims of the victims.
Everything seemed perfect, even the idea of going to live together in a cheap apartment. But that was only the beginning of the end. Marco
clearly felt that Michelle wanted more. She wanted love, wanted to hear. Marco tried in every way to give it to him but failed miserably seeing Michelle increasingly restless and distrustful towards him. The psychological breakdown was at the gates, insecurity on every word and deed. And one day the stupidest phrase in the world went into that apartment: "It is better to take a break ... maybe a month or two ... we do as we were two strangers who have never known ... get away ... everybody on his way ... at least for a while 'time." Marco
heard those words confused, senseless, illogical, as if it had fallen into a pit of raging maniacs. At that moment she realized that Michelle wanted something but did not know what: he said love, but he was not feeling any of it.
One of the narrators of this novel greets you and leaves the fun and inconstant hired is called reading.

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mr_simpatia @ 2005-12-20T23: 53:00

La mente finalmente sgombra.

*häpii*

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26 points, 5/6 3-pt. My favourite player.

My 2nd fave plays in the same team and scored 43, btw.


EDIT 11-12: They did it again. 25 and 42.

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mr_simpatia @ 2005-12-09T15:54:00

Nowadays I hardly feel like updating. Sorrieh.. I would have stuff to write about, but for some reason I post as often as twice a month and it's mostly crap.

Your 2005 Song Is

Beverly Hills by Weezer "My automobile is a piece of crap My fashion sense is a little whack And my friends are just as screwy as me" You breezed through 2005 in your own funky style!

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mr_simpatia @ 2005-12-05T20:46:00

Dear Santa... Dear Santa, This year I've been busy! In March I turned grrowlithe in for spitting (3 points) . Last week I set necrofilergeist 's puppy on fire (-66 points) . Last Sunday I had a shoot-out with rival gang lords on the 5 near LA (-76 points) . Last Friday I gave adhara3 a kidney (1000 points) . Last month I ruled Duluth, Minnesota as a cruel and heartless dictator (-700 points) . Overall, I've been nice (161 points) . For Christmas I deserve an Easy-Bake Oven ! Sincerely, mr_simpatia

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mr_simpatia @ 2005-11-12T16:37:00

This week we lost 64-54 @Rozzano. I had 6 points and 2 steals. I should have updated before, because my memories have already started to fade by now, anyway.. I believe that one more three-pointer in the fourth quarter would have changed the match. Tia made one, I made one, and Dario made two in the third quarter (one off the glass.. duh), somebody should have made one more when we were trailing by 4 with 6 minutes left. It would have been very fortunate. But we can't complain about our luck, moreover I think we can't complain about our game either. We'll wait for them to come play us in our homecourt, ha. ;-)
Two days after we had another match, this time a friendly match. Both our opponents and us looked tired and unfocused on the court, but it's understandable when you play twice a week. Speaking for myself, it was like I had never handled a basketball before. I couldn't take a hold on that piece of wet soap, I just felt it slipping out of my hands most of the times, whether I was getting a pass or settling for a shot. It was almost hilarious! Nobody was taking the match too seriously, for it wasn't an official one. On the other hand, these friendly matches are quite useless, my teammates and I would better spend more time improving our conditioning and skills.
Yesterday night we went to the wine shop. Fox, Ea, Diego and I spent some nice hours laughing our heads off. You know, Pisquanello brought a girl that "happened to become his gf while he was trying to hit on her gorgeous friend" (???). Well, we witnessed our dear Pisqua making an ass of himself pretty much the whole time, acting like he was a grand viveur and an educated sommelier to impress the chick, ultimately cutting the usual sorry figure with all the others.. lol, hilariously awful. Or maybe awfully hilarious. Definitely something to be hanging out for.

We so blunt, owww.

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Michelle still on the table. Dry eyes. Still feeling to have his hands on him, the desire without having to rebel against the minimum force, the sense of revulsion and the desire to be like that before, like when Mark did not consider only a body and that's it, like when I became a precipice sweet. Michelle
remained there, at the ceiling. Suddenly the cat purred. He turned to look at him, balancing the extreme limit of the couch. He realized that he was cold and he realized that he wanted his life back. Why that was not his life.
"For how long? As I go on like this? ... Could be another of my nightmares too, indeed must be if I wake up ... and it's all over. Marco will be the same as before, I'll be the same as before. "But he did not believe, it was clear that he did not believe. Only then slowly slid a tear. And he felt angry, angry with herself, terribly.
"What are you going to do now? Stay here forever?" It makes no sense ... Marco ... Marco does not exist, never existed ... and should not come back ... can not ... not must ... " Lens
one two three tears. The teddy
Gaia. Where it left off? Gaia was like?
"But it is absurd that you think of her now, right now. Want to escape once again to your problems. What are you doing? Pretend to have a force so great that well enough for others? The force that does not have a curse ... ... where your strength is over? " Where
. Where. Where.
He rose at last. He needed a shirt, something. He went to bathe his face. Cold water on his face burning. A two or three times. Then his face in the mirror, lost ... The large dark eyes lost. Tenderness itself.

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018. Upside

Michelle was not expecting. They see it 'with the usual expression on the face dismissal' back into the past and was an 'indescribable emotion. - What are you doing here? - Churches. And his hands were trembling, the same hands clutching a teddy bear of Gaia. - I can not stay there without you - Only this. Then Mark Down 'head. Michelle did not understand that meeting. They were to avoid of being: these were the agreements. But Mo was there '. And that answer then, that meant? The echo of his words was a torment absurd. History closed? but what? She felt burning inside at the thought of him, the idea of all their past, the idea of love that had united them. It was not what had been a dream. It was truth, 'reality' hot, as that object which is still holding, without being almost more 'knowledge. And for a moment the image of Gaia the back 'before his eyes, detaching it from Mark. It was only a moment. Then come 'to him. What were they, those who felt tears slide slowly on your face? Tears, tears, tears. But why '? - I do not understand - just said - even I understand. And they do not I know 'cause I came. Only the altrogiorno I saw the house. You too. 'Cause you're coming? Marco step 'a hand nervously through his hair. Michelle did not answer. - I can not, really. I miss you. But it 's strange. Why 'must not love, no more' I do not think at least ... Michelle felt 'hurt at once. Indeed, they were old wounds will be reopened. And she was too tired. The desire that he sometimes felt, yet powerfully, that was it? Love was that name again or if not him? habits, habits ... The head was spinning. It was falling. It was the perception of a moment, but the leaders'. Falling, like drowning. And the crowd of quarrels with him that looked in his head.

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019. At that moment

At that moment the cat was on the couch. Dozing.
At that very moment Mark began to jump into the room, it seemed crazy. A strange whistling between his legs and jumped to Michelle. Held her tight.
At that moment, Michelle, numb, staring at the chandelier dangling between the gusts of wind.
At that moment, the overwhelming voice of Mark, Michelle raped her ears, a particular combination of words: "That 's what I missed."
At that moment, a series of small bites and kisses Michelle took possession of the legs.
was un'entusiamante theatrical farce. Everything is remodeled and crashed in short sighs. The theatricality of desire is transformed into an emphasis of pure passion.
Michelle did not want to hear those words, a nauseous stomach, the clearing of his throat. Cadde a terra. He fell on a carpet, and Marco always clinging to his legs.
"I can not lie ... do not know how I missed those legs" - a mild stroke on right calf - "these knees" - a short blessing with moist lips - "that smell" - and the hand that shook ever strong.
happened - at that moment - that Mark with the usual feline leap, brought her face to the front of Michelle. Numb, empty, completely helpless on that rug, staring at the white ceiling, a blank look waiting for the right vibration.
A sharp, and tore the shirt of Michelle. The bare breasts. Blank stare. Marco's voice grew more hushed, more and more chilling.
"You wanted to know why I came here in your house?" - Michelle seemed indifferent - 'E' for this! " - The right hand on the bare breasts - "I'm sick of your idealistic speeches about love, about your fears and your phobias, only that I missed you!"
happened - at that moment - all so suddenly. Marco got up and left the room, give birth without a word, just one look in the eyes of Michelle.
He stood on the carpet. The cat tangled on the couch. Marco coming out from the palace greeted the doorman and his wife.
And at that precise moment, a whisper, he drew in the wind: "Marco"

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017. Roulette # 2

heavy air - Mark hovering over the bodies of beautiful young girls from the milky white skin - Michelle felt the pain of Gaia through the teddy bear.
The wife of the caretaker watched diprezzo the pink dressing gown, still caught on the hook in the wall of the building, "Please, lever that rag!" Fausto said, pointing to her robe.
The son carried out the order very quickly, and saw that there was something in a pocket of the garment. The curiosity was so strong that Fausto stuck his hand in his pocket. He felt a couple of times without removing the mysterious object, "seems like a book ... maybe a notebook," he thought. While approaching the wife of the porter, or his mother, took strong the book and put it in the pocket of his sweatshirt ... was a quick, instant ... the mother or the wife of the caretaker, was too busy to discuss the attempted suicide because of this new with the old maid, to capture the furtive movement of the child.
"Bravo, give me this crap! Who knows what disease brings with it!" he shouted, without a minimum of respect for the present, the woman known by all as the wife of the caretaker. Fausto walked away without saying anything to anyone, in total indifference.
Michelle was returning home, his heart tied with a string of sadness - the teddy bear always in hand - Marco sat on the stairs of a building, waiting for - the ants in column thought to their work - the frantic maid breathed her fan - the wife of the lawyer was having a sexual relationship with the lawyer - Mark heard all the noise - not lost one - a symphony of sound enveloped the entire hall - a hiccups and a crunch - a start and a yawn - one step after another - Fausto, sitting on a bench and began to leaf through the diary of Gaia - a ray of light in the darkness. Michelle gave
not even look at the building, pulled straight, I would just lie on the bed in the company of Toph. He climbed the stairs slowly, fatigue began to take over her frail body, when suddenly a voice crept into his ears: "Hello, I was waiting for. "It was Marco.

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016. Corridors

When Michelle went on the ambulance had already 'gone and people were clearing the road. Falling must have hit my head' cause he felt excruciating pain. For a moment I think 'to sleep and that this was one of his nightmares, then he came and I think 'to Gaia. he did not know Gaia, Gaia he knew nothing except that he had launched into space, Gaia that people spoke ill, the Gaia gave only a tremendous feeling of fragility. 'A little girl almost, yes, a little girl. You remember' I saw it the first time the day of the move. Very small square in his face in the window ... so those eyes' sad. .. You remember 'who saw something fall off the robe. What? but it was true? or was it a dream too? I leave 'Emilia's letter in the book and went' out. Seeking 'a bit' and then he saw: the teddy bear, frightened in the grass with a thick bush. Picked it up with unexpected tenderness. He made her think of his childhood. Gaia Gaia Gaia. He did not know what was going on. Now it was overpowering the thought of the little known even one without his teddy bear in a dingy hospital room. If he was still alive ... I think '. Decided. He went looking for her.
Fifteen minutes later he was in hospital. Crowd of white coats who could not say anything. And she felt fluttering in all that white. Corridors behind corridors without end. Gaia, Gaia was looking for ... brought her here this morning ... please. E Meanwhile, the bear was burning between his fingers. It 's a relative? No, but ... We could not find anyone. But it 's alive? and 'still alive? The young doctor per year 'silently with only a gesture of the head, then motioned her to follow him. And then again on corridors with a heart that was a drum and Michelle asks you if the young doctor felt it. At the bottom of glass. Behind the small body of Gaia.

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015. The robe

He wrote two lines in the diary, a few confused words: "A new day is about to begin, do not see him finish." He walked to the window with her robe open in front. She did not care anymore. His blue eyes noticed a light from a window of the building opposite. Thin shadow. He felt watched. "It takes only courage "comic whispered to herself," It takes a delicate moment of lucidity. "He put the diary in the right pocket of her dressing gown and a small teddy bear in the left. A deep breath. A smile. A slow heartbeat.
The building had noticed everything, and when that girl with a cat leap she jumped from the window, the building with a flash, grabbed her by her robe.
fell naked body on the tarmac, still alive .. . terrifying few minutes of silence. He felt a thousand hands, a thousand voices and a thousand arms over her naked body. It was not the paradise it was still hell.
Michelle noticed every detail: the robe caught on that hook sticking out from the wall of building, the body of the girl completely naked and completely motionless on the sidewalk, that strange object fell in the border near the main entrance. "It must be out of the robe," he thought. While the ambulance
receding with Gaia, the building burst into a fat laugh. A laugh that made faint Michelle.

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014. Gaia

dawn. Gaia had seen the sun just popped. Then nothing. The people ... people ... the alley full of people ... He spoke, he thought, assumed, accused. Emptiness. Michelle froze the window, the letter that was burning between his fingers, his head that was spinning. It was too much.
What was happening? What did that house? Home ... Home ... The building in front again resigned from looking at the body on the street and small crowds of people. Nothing. Just everyday life '. Then the police, then the ambulance ...
It 's not dead!
How 'possible?
Now, come on ... But
and 'absurd ...
From that height can not ... '
be a witch, a witch, yes, have to be a witch to survive the jump ...
Michelle could not believe it. He stared, eyes wide. The letter slid from his fingers. Gaia was not dead. But he did not know if it was good. A silhouette of a man looking through a window in front.

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013. Colourful moments of ordinary daily

Here's the phone rings ... damn ... I do not want to answer .. . Who is it? but who cares ... and if Michelle? ... no she can not we be left without a farewell, we left in a drop of hate ... insists the phone to the devil ... behold, now is unplug the phone ... done ... that peace ... but why am I missing? ... I can not stand that spoiled child ... There are the dishes laid his his glasses ... I break them one by one ... Should I use the pieces to finally bury him ... but because I followed? ... and if I had seen ...? which coward I am! ... am a shame ... will be better to drink something strong ... now preparing for something ... here there is still a lemon ... Michelle's favorite ... damn girl ... I hate you ... had to die ... Why did not I killed? ... I would arrested ... a murderess ... but at least I was not in this state ... convicted but not humiliated ... how I miss her embrace ... how I miss her warmth in bed ... I would like to kill ... how I suffer ... but why? ... I can not explain my pain ... because she came here this afternoon? ... I want to see dead? ... and why looking at my apartment ...? What do you want more? ... I want to sleep, I lay in bed, perhaps tomorrow will all ... how I miss your breath ... his hair, his laugh and his voice ... she is suffering because of my ... always has been ... the first day I saw ... a devil ... and if I were the devil ...? and if she was an angel ...? can not be an angel does not exist pain like this ... where's the remote? ... there is nothing important on television ... the usual shit ... I want to sleep ... I want to die ... not even want to go out ... I wander in the night ... I want to drown the pain ... but that pain !!!... I do not suffer ... a hot breast on which to place the face ... Good night Michelle.
the television on without sound, one breath, that of Mark.

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012. The meaning of the letter

sleepless night, this time to slowly go over each syllable of the letter. No nightmares this time, at least for one night. There were a few sheets. A history of writing nervosa.Il Emilia looked confused in the life of Michelle hearing and asked almost in despair. Fausto still looking at his profile window but she did not know. Marco back into his shell, again in the house who knew her terribly, even though they are not to love her more '. And she had not seen him. Gaia
to that window, waiting for the sunrise, 'cause the dawn was the beginning of everything, the end of anything.
The building looked 'all those lives entwined in Vico Love. There was a sense. None. Leaves scattered on the floor, a sensation of fever, a hot desire to safety. The tears that had paid for herself, for Emilia. And that letter was for those who would find her. Written for and never sent someone important, forgotten in that old book and perhaps re-read every now and then, in the vacuum of the vacuum. Why 'Emilia had not sent that letter? 'cause he had left them' in that book to be dust? They were questions that Michelle was, but knew he did not even have an answer. Yet that address marked on the envelope stung somewhere. Who was the recipient of that letter? The letter that was in his heart, as if it were part of the will, indeed, the most 'important. And then he had to seek to understand.
caress' Toph slowly. It was then, and it was a moment: the new nightmare, but in a real nightmare. It was almost dawn and Gaia had seen her. Michelle felt 'miss.

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011. Roulette

Tents that float on a breeze - Cigarette smoke - Gaia lying on the bed while she was writing a diary - knives on the kitchen table - letter in trembling hands - blue eyes - a quick pace - who climb stairs on a cloud of polystyrene - cloud of smoke on the naked body lying on the bed of Gaia - a shadow of a man on the threshold of the room - apart dummy on the floor - glass of beer and a couple of syringes on the table - "What the hell happened?" - "Nothing 's all right, I am I! Open me!" - Michelle reads the letter under a dim light - hand on heart - shudder - a caress for the soul - a snap of the head and the look of the building - out the window - Darkness - the creaking front door of the building - the latest sign of life of a lamp post - Gaia in her dressing gown that opens the door - lies on the bed - waiting for the multitude - A tear from her face Michelle - Wet letter - nightmares that are thrown from a window - Fausto fixing the window of the room Michelle - Michelle fixing the window in the room of Mr. Marcheli - Gaia expects that the crowd and set the eyes of Mr Marcheli - Marco pushed the curtain that floats on a breeze and think of Michelle.
The night covered the whole ... every moment and every movement ... Mark had noticed in the afternoon Michelle linger outside his window, he wanted to call it, but he did not. He left the house and followed her. It is not pointed out. He followed her to their new home in vico love. "What a funny name for this way" he thought. He stood watching the street for a couple of minutes, then let it grow old behind him. On the way back I kept thinking of Michelle. Did not love her anymore, but it was still attracted to, he could not understand why.
The night covered the whole ... even the thoughts of Mark, motionless at the window with the curtain that floats on a breeze.

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010. The past life

did not know why 'but fixed to the front window of the house where he lived with Marco earned a vague sense of calm'. The past life. Cosi 'so sweet' caressingly pleasant. 'Cause it did not work? He did not know to tell the truth if not the most loved 'Marco. Not even know why 'had come under the window to breathe the air pienai lungs with a desire for freedom' that is not well understood. Of course: the nightmares ... the cage of the new district ... rumors of the people ... fear ... But she was sun was usually cheerful. What was happening? I think 'that was the fault of Mark. But it was too easy to blame him. I think 'getting to him. One moment, a moment. But he had promised that he would not and should not.
I'll be back 'home wearily, already' presaging the nightmares that lay ahead that night. It was better not to sleep, no. China in old books that had left the house with Emily, while Toph is rubbing against her knees, I think 'and I', a quantity 'of stuff. Then jump out of a book 'out a letter, a wrinkled old letter. He took her hands thoroughly. It was a piece of the past life of Emily quello.Che strange feeling! as a discovery that would change his life.

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009. Brief period on Emilia

"That donnucola greasy and impertinent." So it was known Emila. Greasy and saucy. Former Italian teacher and lover of cats and flowers. And the housemates had a greasy and saucy. But it greasy? Naughty But why?. The gossips have long tentacles and spray decisions in every corner of the world.
had six cats at home. One for each room. She had only a bed, a kitchen and a bathroom. The rest was all for the cats. Trattrava them as if they were his children. She had only cats, and cats had only her.
The Life of Emily, was a life of solitude in the crucible. Seduced by a teenager milititare cadet body, the victim of rape un'agressione with thirty years - which lost the ability to have children - and, finally, shut up in the chairs of a high school where his field was derided by pupils and vomited surface. These were the crucial points that marked the fire in the heart of Emilia. He did not believe in men, believed only in flowers and cats.
But for the neighbors, her, Emilia, was greasy and saucy. Greasy, they may not understand how anyone could live in an apartment with six cats, including urine and feces, hair and between different feed, did not see her ever clean his apartment and had always the same clothes. Also doubt that you wash.
impertinent, because they was the opposite, with all his might, in a communal council, the sterilization of all cats in the neighborhood and the technical inspection of his apartment - too many strange noises came from the rooms of Emilia, strange noises that did not end with his death and even with the total displacement of the cats (wanted by the perfidious maid).
sad faces on the day of his death, while the hearts jumped into a pot of revelry.

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008. Emilia

The streets flooded with sun nonstante cold. Michelle walked on the sidewalks aimlessly. Go: This only wanted, only this was true. He could take a ride in his old neighborhood, but did not know if that was the case. Li 'had left a large piece of the past, hovering between but forse.Lontano from Mark. Why 'coexistence was not the right choice for them both,' cause maybe few decades, 'cause Mark was no longer' in his life. The nightmares had a relationship with him? maybe, but could not swear.
The new house was not so 'new to tell the truth. Had belonged to an old lady a bit 'strange. Emilia was called. Emilia Emilia white hair and she loved cats. A little 'as you. Who loved cats, not with white hair. I had met in a pet store one day and then not even remember how he had started her company in a while. It was so lonely. Drowning in memories. A little 'as you at the time really. In addition to nightmares, of course. Emilia and its objects curious. Antiques and more. Emilia that one day she fell asleep and woke up more ': alone. And he left a legacy 'that house in Vico Love. Not bad to be honest. Although people kept saying, people in the building say that there were ghosts there 'inside and from there were strange noises' ... and everything else. She did not care. It was a beautiful house, '... If it were not for the nightmares.
Face 'on the corner and found himself' in front of his old house. Almost without realizing it. Mark was at home, perhaps, but it did not matter.

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007. Villa Cairoli

Mr. Mario is known to all as Mr. Mario, or the caretaker of the building called Villa Cairoli, a nice block: six-story apartments and eighteen. Unlike many of his colleagues is not a meddler, certainly knows all the vices and virtues of the tenants of the building, but not going to blurt out all the learner. The opposite side and his wife, also known as the wife of the caretaker; eats only talk and gossip. And that day, to chat and gossip, you could do indigestion.
Fausto, however, is the son of Mr. Mario. A guy like many, normal, and therefore irrelevant. Nineteen years old, muscular and robust, a graduate in a vocational school, fun-loving wild and pathetic. A drop in the ocean. Mr. Mario
gioronzolava close to his box as he watched, without a hint of melancholy, his family: his wife, who spoke with the wife of the lawyer, and his son, who cleaned the square of paper and dry leaves. Suddenly he was attacked by the smile of a sunny-haired girl blacks, and Mr. Mario replied with a friendly gesture of the head. At that moment the porter's wife whispered to the wife of the lawyer: "And '... the new tenant came about a week ago." The girl jumped in Vico Love and walked away from the square. Fausto At that moment, his gaze fixed on the lower back, said: "Dearest!"

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006.

The building was the mystery. Or maybe not: it was the people who lived there who was the mystery. Or rather, no: the real mystery was the nightmares of Michelle, gathered in crowds, marching armies around his head, every night, more and more '. It was shock. A nothing worth repeating that he was behaving irrationally, nothing in the continuing efforts to snatch a moment of tranquility to the nights'. It seemed that the dreams were becoming more and more 'real, more and more' bulky ... They would have swallowed? The cat rubbed against her legs ... the slight scent of violets on the windowsill ... noises in the street ... machines ... the piece of blatantly clear sky ... Reality '... life. It was not so 'as bad as in his dreams, even had to admit that it could be much more' beautiful, but it was not for Toph, the small soft tophi, which ended with the human consciousness with comfort when she woke in the night terrified. Mewing. Almost an intuition of his thoughts. He smiled despite himself.
He approached the window. Anxiety devoured her. What had happened that night was a sort of overflow of the dream into reality '. Also for this reason it was so 'scared. She had dreamed of her fall from a window, feeling the void, to see the track more and more 'close up to schiantarcisi. Then it was weird 'cause it was seen, on the floor, poor thing without' life. Just a dream, of course. A bad dream. But the man that night ... 'cause? He thought the chatter of women on the landing of the building, people who lived there. Mr. Marcheli. Who was Mr. Marcheli? returned later, they said. He was the man with the cigarette, then. It had to be him. But then, how he could be there 'to watch the tragedy of the night simply by lighting a cigarette, as it was more' natural world? and you? her 'cause she thought about now? He had to quit, quit, quit. And stop thinking. Enough, she told herself.

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Exit 005. The next day: the voices of the landing of the house of Michelle

Nestled at the foot of the door with the cat in her arms. A stroke after another. The night was dissolved with all the nightmares, but a state of anguish still lingers in the air. A stroke after the other and more nestled at the foot of the door of his apartment. Tremors continue. Sighs. Items that tangling. Michelle curled. Imagined and realized. Each entry had its mistress. Gossip mezzecalzette virulent depressed insignificant donnucole from peanuts. Michelle knew exactly who were the families who lived in the block, knew who they were women who strutted on that landing sparkling: he had noticed on his arrival: about a week ago. As he listened to the voices, imagined those women one by one: his wife of goalkeeper, legs still wide and his mouth always open, the wife of the lawyer, petite, short hair and a snake language, the baker's wife, always sweaty and fat , the spinster, the worst of all, with his fan always frenetic movement.
"Oh, I think that whole building is possessed"
"A tragedy waiting to happen ... it could not happen ... I said"
"To say nothing of the other tenants ... the real criminals ..."
'It is true! There are elements creepy! "
"All lazy"
"They say that there are people from very specific trends"
"What a shame!"
"But what kind of world we live in! Must be clean!"
"Thieves and drug addicts"
"And then that man ... what's his name ... Marchetti, Marchini or something ..."
"Mr. Marcheli ... always comes back late at night and by day we never see"
"I think it strange deception"
"bums and idiots"
"And then that girl on the second floor ... Gaia ... but have you seen how skinny? ... and dark circles! "
" And how is wearing ... and the shaved head ... but I tell parents? "
" It was so good in this neighborhood ... hope they go quickly! "
" Luckily I do not live in this house "
Raggricciata on the floor in a corner, trembling at the foot of the door ... ... staring into the long corridor ... the gaze to the open window down the hall ... I Suardo fixed out the window to the building ... staring into the mystery.

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004. The bad dreams

The eyes on the road already 'almost empty, try Michelle' to calm down. That situation had nothing to do nothing with her, no: it was only by chance ', just everyday life' desperate. But the man who was with a cigarette? 'cause he had never seen? what was he doing in Vico Love? He was able 'to break away from the window and go back' on the bed. She felt feverish. Those bad dreams ... "I'm going crazy maybe ..." Port is' a hand to his forehead. "But this awakening, my God ..".
Dreams and reality '... reality 'and dreams. And the border was becoming blurred, vague, fuzzy here. Waking up was how to continue to fight with the monsters of the night. The door creaked
'soon. Michelle gave a start '. Then he saw bright eyes of his cat, in the twilight. A sigh of relief and response in a soft meow, reassuring. With two jumps the cat was by her, ronfante on the bed, looking strokes. Michelle smiled slightly: a little 'quiet simple. But
recovered in the eyes for a moment the image of the street full of people who swarmed on.
one house. 'Cause she had moved into that house? It all began then. But perhaps it was only a weak connection. Stretched her young body and relax provo'a. Meanwhile, the man with the cigarette was still in the street, lost in thought in front of a bloodstain. He alone now.

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003. The man with the slow pace

A man with cigarette and slowly walked to the square of Vico Love ... the windows of the houses near the building were all open except for one ... the windows of the building were all closed except for one ... people began to flee, now there was nothing to see, the body was enclosed in a wooden box on the asphalt and there was a green sheet and some blood stain ... the man looked up and stared at the open window of the building, no light, darkness. It was the third floor window. He kept staring at it and he continued to smoke a cigarette. The smoke hid his right eye.
The night was ending and the lights were about to go out. A policeman approached the man and said, "Excuse me, where is she going?". The man threw a cigarette in a manhole and said: "I live here in the building ... I'm Mr. Marcheli. The policeman waved the head and left the property man at the door of the building. He adjusted his coat and the man crossed the threshold.
Michelle noticed everything. He noticed the slightest movement of the man. His heart was beating a thousand. She was afraid to open the shutter. He was afraid of being thrown into that unfortunate situation. His was the only closed shutter in front of the building. It was a dream, a nightmare for her. A nightmare. Everything was a nightmare. Every detail, every sigh, every mewing, every creak of the furniture was turning into a miserable state of anxiety.

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002. When the shadow vanished

Cool stars in the sky, but still the same as always. The building more 'darker than usual. The shadow had appeared just the window was extended in the light of the streetlight, then had a strange magical flight, to vanish into the void. And now there was all the commotion in the street, all that soul.
-Perche '?
-Who and '?
-Perche 'did it?
All quiet street dwellers wake up in the middle of the night, thrown in the reality without any respect for the pleasant dreams that were muffled dreaming ... All poured into the empty darkness between the peep of light, where the stars were not visible, those same stars that the building looked.
no Michelle, Michelle had stopped his usual nightmare to the sirens wandering beneath her window. Panting had opened his eyes in the dark room with the feeling that the dream continues, with the feeling that it was doing more 'real, more and more' real, frighteningly real. The chills, the cold blood, and screaming in the street came with violence in the weary head. The building
the look ', between the cracks of the blinds, just in front. It 's all that night it was just habit, only the loneliness of someone who was all alone. But Michelle, Michelle had to sleep a peaceful sleep was dreaming sweet dreams. He should have. But, even that night, as the shadow fading she lived her torment.