Risus abundat stultorum in hours!
As good Christians, we pray for them and compatiamoli.
Hector.
Divided into teams, we mapped and surveyed 110 locations. In the afternoon we head to el Qaret Himeimat, two coral hills that appear on a plain that those who were lost to enemy lines. In this position, a handful of heroes has withstood the blows of the artillery until the final epilogue: none surrendered and no one back a meter.
until February 13 1861, was one of the worst in Europe.
received the honor of arms of Savoy commanded by the Carabinieri General Enrico Cialdini (later Duke of Gaeta), which, in truth, it was a much softer!
only the charisma of Garibaldi handed the victory to the Red Shirts. The remains of the Bourbon Army gathered in the front walls of Gaeta and some crossed the border with the Papal State Department and then dissolve.
occurred frightening explosions caused by precise shots that hit it a few deposits of dust, causing untold havoc.
In the spring of 2007, in Palermo, a pupil at school media had teased a friend, giving him nicely fennel and doing nicely cry in front of the class. The old professor of letters was fierce against the comedy, and instead send it to the test of 'Friends' had put him behind the counter to write a hundred times in his notebook "I'm an idiot." He had written a hundred times "moron" without the i, thus proving that you have what it takes to break through not only television but also in Parliament. Then he ran to complain to my father, who faced intolerable all'affronto inflicted on the intellectual branch of the family had reported the teacher to the police, not before they had yelled at him, "My son is a moron, but she's a great c. .. '.
It took some time to get justice, but yesterday at the end of the tormentor was convicted: one year prison sentence for abuse of a means of discipline, despite the prosecution had asked only 14 days. Whether you need a lesson, dear teachers. The next time a student will humiliate a fellow in front of all, add to the chorus your guffaw and will have nothing to fear. Provided that the humiliated not hang in the bathroom, as sometimes happened, because then you will be accused of having failed to prevent the tragedy. And the funny humorist Palermo finally vindicated? Imagine him grown, his own father, intent on writing the book a hundred times "I am intelligiente" and this time not to forget the i.
Recently, the fathers of bullies and girls who participate in the celebrations turning into a desert in the media, what could have happened??, What do you think??
Note: The photo above, of course, refers to his father.
For the meaning and the title directly to ask for an explanation of the Opera ' Artist .
Note: finally our course has an Artist.
----------------- This explains, by the same artist, how did his creative power.
I am deeply honored and equally upset at the criticism expressed by such influential members of civil society and military. Several times during the lifetime of the Opera, my thoughts ran to imagine the reaction of the critics, but never, I would have thought that qualified members of the 150th Course "Montello" had time to devote to art and, above all , were able to criticize so significant.
The realization of the work whose title is: "the pleasures of life" and that is expressed in a tripartite piece took me to my innate joy on a hot Sunday in February after a grueling session of energetic and lonely "Brainstorm ".
On this sad result in the realization of the work is made at the base of a table, a simple table, which is one of the symbols in our lives, the symbol of the pleasure ground of the man who meets his survival instincts with food . For
guzzling man sits. Hence the chair. The combination of the two elements that complete the picture dell'abbuffata us back with the thought that a determined will to transform a classic and elegant buffet of foods eaten in a vulgar amatriciana joined sluts meat (pork) accompanied by carciofoli / Cimaroli (read artichokes).
the pleasure of eating is followed by the more intense, more sensual, more passionate, than the thalamus. And therefore the pyramids of pleasure, at the top, the bed. And here the picture becomes more blurred, the look is lost in space, the thoughts run without stopping, the solution is far away, time passes, the evening falls inexorable as the rule for years now and this evening the sky will be dark soon and then more and more black.
Oh my God! My God! The bed? Now what do I do?? The external aid to those who suffer for years by my side, without losing heart, the symbol of pleasure watching it increasingly difficult to satisfy, and acts on the Modenese here in a while to get the man of all solutions, "ETTORE" .
L 'man who never has to ask ... ... ... ... Man.
With his help in a few seconds, put the symbol of pleasure and climbs over the balcony railing finally entered the bedroom.
And yes, my dear art critics. You have finally understood the meaning of what you have defined work?
I was trying to deliver the first floor of the house that I have at the sea bed which was not the door.