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Everybody, intrigue, but then they think ... really beautiful things are done by very few people!

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ninth part

and who does not die back to writing (maybe it was just like that but oh well;)), in each case even if a bit 'slow the publication will go on, various connectivity problems and lack of time help to slow down everything. ..

Instinctively I shrank but by doing so I lost my balance and I found myself once again with the butt resting on the floor, I could not move further because two hands grabbed me by the arms and dragged me up. Read sbilanciai surprise me again and it was only thanks to those strong hands that still fell. Suddenly a faint light spread by a hundred candles and torches scattered ' everywhere, although faint glow that was enough to make me see the place where I was and the person I was before. We were in a large salo0ne vaguely that he had the look of the nave of a Romanesque church, or at least that was the impression he gave me: the walls were massive and almost unadorned, here and there were candles in wrought iron frames in the dark reddish brick but otherwise the only decoration consists of dust and cobwebs. The ceiling came down toward the center of the room to come together, forming a kind of inverted dome, with a column to the floor. The latter, as a pillar, were made of stone, so my guess was correct, the rock had a color to say the least unlikely: it was an intense five anthracite shades and mottled indigo that will highlight the porosity. There was only one door and stood to my right was a little taller than me and should not exceed half a meter wide, was made of wood and looked a bit 'brand around the hinges grew a lush forest of moss and between one axle and the other one could see a bit 'musty, but despite all the rust had not attacked nor locks or other parties. I was amazed to be able to see so many details in the dim light available, it was as if I could light up the point that I wanted to observe.

I went to turn to my companion and I wondered for the umpteenth time because lately I find him in every dream, this time wearing Bermuda shorts from the edge frayed jeans and one of those tank tops with large shoulders, like a basketball uniform, the same hypnotic green eyes. I did not understand what does this time with the dream before it was only the bartender, but now he was not holding that role, and above all who was it? In reality I had never seen so I could not believe that his presence was so cumbersome, usually the fictional characters of my dreams even have a presence there. As I watched him I saw myself reflected in his eyes and I was literally putty in observing what I was wearing: the clothes I was wearing one that we found in the trunk the day before! And my hair, my hair was long! And they were gathered in an elegant, elaborate headdress. A sort of Robin Hood hat was placed on the bias with the tip pointing to the right, sull'acconciatura, it sprang from behind the soft tips of the curls gathered in small bun stopped by the same strip of salmon-colored cliffs of clothing and gloves. The sleeveless dress down soft to the feet, leaving just a glimpse of the shoes of satin, the bodice and the central part of the skirt was a shade darker than the orange skirt and slightly more clear clutching the fabric of the belt at the waist, slightly recovering the empire style. The smooth lines are well suited to my body making the sides a bit 'more generous than they were in reality, plunging neckline and "U" on the front left see the curve of the breasts, to compensate for the back collar apparel do not suggest even a shred of emphasizing, however, back to the neck. It was a beautiful dress, it was impossible not to feel well dressed beautiful, and the brown of my hair was then in great contrast to the dress on the set and clear my complexion made her look slightly golden, a little make-up highlighted the brown dark of my eyes by making them look very deep. It was as if his eyes were huge mirrors capable of capturing every detail of my life-size figure and show it was unreal and I strabiliante.Quando collected from the trance I realized that his clothes had changed, had adapted to the elegance My although modern, it was the first time in my dreams I saw elegant dress and I was stupid as well as he could with that style is so different to look so natural. It seemed he had never worn anything more of a complete sports jacket pants.

-Elise in her room waiting for you, follow me, we have already wasted too much time and this time his mood is not the best, not intention give her reason to vent on me.

After that he took my arm, forcing me to follow him, not that I tried to resist, I even went to him to be alone in that room, dream or no dream!

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My dear friend Meir Yoshimoto from Japan sent me this most splendid gift! you present and The N uvole Dragon? are fried pastry made with flour of tapioca and lters ingredients

Well the principle is the same (I think) that these are only Japanese design!

and thanks too for the messengers chocotto & blonde!

These I found in Thailand is the same process

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LEANDRO ERLICH'S CHOCOLATE MIES VAN DER ROHE BARCELONA COUCH CAKE

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Ceramic Bowls Molded from Vegetables

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Sean @ Make: Online points us to these bowls molded from vegetables by Austrian designers mischer'traxler, which are also colored to match the veggies from whence they came. They call them "reversed volumes."

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And since those who no see ... I go back to writing after a long absence perioduccio .. Unfortunately, the holidays are already over and this prevents me from continuing to go for a stroll on the world and then here I am ...
good reading at all ..! PS
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rushed through a purple spiral into darkness, I kept falling into the sea of \u200b\u200bwebs made of colored neon lights, lower and lower without touching the bottom, a free fall in search of rest. The fluorescent lines began to slide slowly growing slowly but without actually stopping, and my fall turned into a slow glide and swing in the air like a feather carried by the breeze, I lost speed with the cobwebs. Then at some point my feet resting on something solid, a bright green glow sprang from the heels expanding gradually throughout the rest of the body filling me with positive energy. Taken to walk along a line that seemed more vivid than the others fade away a little more getting lost in the darkness, but in reality it was more like trying to reach the foot of a rainbow hoping to find a leprechaun with a pot of gold: the end of the line continued to move in relation to my movements. At some point the light turned abruptly changing direction while I was driving and nearly banged his nose against a door and heavy-looking old. Everywhere on the wood and there were ruts in some places still seen pieces of metal of various forms embedded in the wood, there were no locks or handles to be pushed to open, only covered with a huge dong rust in the center of the door. I stretched out my hand in an attempt to try to move him without storing too many hopes having the bulk of that, but when I touched the light that I had filled my body came out and filled every little crack in the wood and began to shine even knocker on gradually eliminating rust.

When the last part of the reddish color had left the iron door slowly began to open inward, in complete silence and what promises to me was a performance of rare beauty. The room, if I may so call it, had what should have been firm and unchanging black walls covered in each direction by cobwebs and lines of colored light in constant motion, looking carefully I saw that it was not only the light to move but not all of the walls were firm: it was as if the darkness is modeled according to the colors, seemed to be under water sea \u200b\u200band watch the waves get over it and reflecting the sun's rays shimmer, all but amplified a million times.

The floor, however, was changed from the first, was more static, more solid and less bright, the energy of the room was captured most of the walls and the floor looked so bare at first glance. Looking more closely, however, it was possible to glimpse a complicated pattern formed by all those lines so little light, but I could not understand what it was.

While I was focused on the ground past the corner of a tentacle of light that was detached from the wall and hung in the air began to squirm when I arrive in mid-air, and then split in half and then again and again, but continuing to grow from time to time, not shrinking ever. Then all of a sudden the various beams began to rejoin creating the image of another door. I was so absorbed in contemplation, I realized that not being pushed to the floor that portal until there was almost inside, I could not see anything on the other side yet I knew that I had me fooled by its beauty that he was hiding something behind that portal that would change everything. I just do not know what ...

Curiosity has always been my fault, premonition or not I needed to know what lies on the other side to cross so I did. Crossing the threshold, but I found myself in the dark to fall again and this time there were no cobwebs to light my way, only darkness and heavy intrusive. The fall on the other hand was relatively short but my butt did not like the landing, which was anything but soft, heavily banged against a hard surface, solid and porous. Instinctively, I thought to rocks, but a little prodding 'I realized that I was on very large stone tile. Crawling, I dared not get up not being able to see what was above me because of the dark, I went to bump into something quite soft and warm ... something made with leather.

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Okay I admit that a democratic way of packaging the cakes makes me crazy!

no more debates between those who love the creamy cake and who the hate!

This cake I acq marmosets to celebrate my birthday I ate the daisy that part creamy ale with candied fruit and their monkeys ... well .... you can imagine!

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Part VII Part VIII Part Six

as always I hope like it and, once again, but should be the last summer, I interrupt you for a week or maybe something more because you travel the world ... will take up as soon as possible and who knows what new experiences do not add meat to the fire ...! ;)

Soundtrack: Winterreise by ColdWorld

I do not know how I managed to be sure it was really him, I could see only the color of the shirt, no model or anything, but I was sure it was him! The "problem" was that I was no longer dreaming, I was sitting on the wall next to the sea, my bike not far and the clothes are still damp, on the other hand, the sky was painted pink and the sun was peeping from behind a cliff . I touched my pockets, trying not to attract attention, but my mind was still foggy and the attempt to appear anti sgam failed miserably.

-Do not worry, I have not stolen anything, do not steal the people sleeping. I just wanted to make sure you were okay and that would not fall from the wall, you were shaking in her sleep, floundered.

He was right, the keys were still there, and anyway I had him my salvation, this time otherwise I might suffocate in the smoke of the room, and then replied: - Thank you and sorry, but you never know ... The sun was

I arose and now I had better run home and put myself on my knees to pray that not too tortured me before I kill you, unless they had already mobilized the special forces at all, then in that case no prayer would be sufficient. Black shirt sat cross-legged beside me in silence, watching me in my turn, I watched the sky become more and more blue. I was looking for a plausible excuse to justify what had happened, I could not explain it to me, let alone to justify the English Inquisition.

continued to stare and silence began to get heavy and the situation a little too strange, at least for me, so I got up, took the keys from his pocket and turned to greet and leave. I did not think he had stood up, I had noticed the movement, so I went to bump into.

-Sorry, I did not see

-up ... It's okay.

-I gotta go. E.. thanks again for the first ..- maybe you do not know what I'm talking about, but thanks, then I added mentally.

I turned and climbed into motion, I had disconnected the his eyes from the picture to take helmet and put it back when I heard him, or at least I seemed to hear him say: - Look out the dreams you do, the dark can be tricky ..

I looked up to see if he was really talking to me and I was stunned. It was no longer there, and I did not see even in the neighborhood, not on the beach, not on the rocks and even on the boardwalk, was how to shoot, but I was sure I heard his voice a little earlier. I had to actually be more tired than I thought. While I was putting into motion thought he saw something in the water, almost in the same spot where I was before, from the rocks, and I can swear that something was awfully similar to the black shirt. Were it not for the fact that it was not possible that we had spent so little time and that I had not seen before. I just had to go get me some sleep in my comfortable bed and forget the night, but I was waiting for the first tornado of the English Inquisition. Shit ...

The trip to the cottage, and flew in a moment I found myself down the steps towards the door. It all seemed so quiet, maybe too much, or maybe it was me that I had made too many mental disorders. A relaxing melody came muffled by the heavy wooden doors, pushed the door and I was not surprised to find the open door, my two roommates had never had the good habit of using the locks. I went trying to make as little noise as possible, still hoping to be able to delay the sermons after a nap. I got almost to the free room but made the mistake of opening the bathroom door. I predicted the creak in the room and then began screaming. I do not remember their exact words but you can easily imagine, that I remember is how I found it. They had filled the bath with candles and vanilla were immersed up to his neck in the tub full of water and foam, evidently trying to appear not as relaxed. Sprang up as if the water had suddenly become ice and shouted. They cried until they knew what to say and were tired enough of the vocal cords. So demanded a valid explanation ... I was staring at my best friends wrapped in towels, not knowing what to say, vagliai once again all the options and then ... and then remained silent. I let slip through the door without knowing what to say, continues to look but without actually seeing them, the room was slowly changing before my eyes, was taking the shape of a rather familiar place. The darkness that surrounds you when you've got even more strength to dream, a relaxing and monotonous darkness that fall, get lost and drown in complete abandonment.

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Soundtrack: Requiem for a dream ...

I had already been there a few hours before: smoking, the bar, the bartender gave her back to the patrons, the pool tables in the other room, the dim light, all that was familiar to me, I knew that if I had crossed the room and I had to direct pool in the far corner I found the woman waiting for me with a stick in his hand. I was impaled on the door not knowing what to do, I wanted to run from her but at the same time there was something that pushed me to do otherwise. Like the first time I went to the bar for a drink, I could not sit there and impaled if I went in the other room somehow I knew that I would have been stopped and I would direct the woman. I sat on one of those high stools, which I personally adore, and leaned his elbows on the counter waiting for the bartender was running, I did not have to wait long to have those emerald green eyes focused on him, were very bright, in contrast with the skin copper. not remember them so intense, but after all it was a dream so things could deteriorate.

-What would you like?

Her voice fits perfectly with the body: it was nothing extraordinary, however, had the strange nuances that stood out as did the eyes, I could not describe the tone because I've never been good at defining the characteristics of voice, or rather I just suck.

I was still lost in the green when I realized I had not yet responded: - A Guinness.

He bent down to take the beer from the fridge, she uncorked it and handed it to me, then surprised me by saying: - You should not wait for it, never appropriate to try the patience of Elise and is quite irritable recently, were you the reach immediately.

So that was how it was called the woman, or at least I thought he was talking about her, at the cost of making an idiot I forced myself to ask questions: - Who is quest'Elise?

laughed, I did not understand what had so funny, maybe I made a joke? If that was so was not my intention and I still had not understood.

-table in the far corner, that's Elise and in any case you should already know who he is, I did not know I did not know anything yet. Now go, do not stay here impaled; not want to have to deal with ELISA more pissed off than it is naturally.

said that I turn my back and turned up the volume of music is not worth more than a look, took a beer and began talking with a guy in black shirt half hidden in the shadows at the other end of the bar.

I walked to where I found the woman, Elise. Actually I was waiting in the same spot where I had found it last time .. This time I took the trouble to observe it well and I realized it was really nice even though her face was disfigured by a huge scar that went from the front of the neck diagonally across the entire face, without damaging the lip line. The long black hair framing the face in soft waves down to the waist, not a hair fell over his face, there was nothing to hide the scar pearl, the eye did not seem to cause damage to the wound, but it was milky and had be blind. The contrast with the other was remarkable: the healthy eye was a deep ebony, deep and glossy, surrounded by a bright white, the dark pupil drowned in the iris. The skin took on shades of pink ivory at the right cheek and the scar, thin lips were highlighted by a burgundy lipstick and eyeshadow shades, which took over the jewelry. Black leather pants, tight top Bordeaux like a second skin and high heels completed the blacks together, definitely not me Capacitive not be impressed the first time, was not the type to go unnoticed. When I was a few meters gave me his stick, I barely have time to take the fly before it hit a customer in the back, then took another for himself and said: - Let's talk while play-tone left no room for replicas, it was an order, then added-Next time when you arrive do not tinker, I have all this time to lose. After that laid the ball and started the game in silence, she was good, but it was not a pro, took a last sip and I laid the bottle on the edge of the table, then began to play. We played the first game in silence, completely focused on the game, at least I was, I won. It did not seem keen to begin a second game and then resumed my beer and sat down on the table, I know what that woman wanted by me: - What you need to talk to me?

He blinked several times, as if he remembered who I was and where he was, finally said, "Not now, not again! There is no time, we'll talk next time! You must go!

The room was filling with smoke as before, I would not be left to smother a second time, I began to run towards the entrance; the smoke seemed to follow me and wrap me, arrived at the bar I could not see anything definite, only half hidden by splashes of color smelly fog. I caught sight of the ladder and ran in that direction, I went to slam repeatedly against something, the more I approached the exit as the smoke was dense and give me trouble breathing. I was taken by the elbow and pull away from there.

When I opened my eyes I found myself face to face with a black shirt.