Indoor Basketball Courts In New Brunswick

Poems of Love ... hopes, dreams and, perhaps, reflections

Hello everyone, I'm back

after a long absence in which I wrote, collected and selected poems that you might have the patience to read.

Give them time to be understood: although a short poem hates the rush ... as well as love.

thanks to all and happy reading.

-


So
pushed into hunger and hunger to seek food
An ancient and legendary
believe that only those who can find
So

Trying in vain attempt to catch a dream to me far more
Finally arrived in this world
The only makes sense to me now that
Where you can eat even if you think
Without necessarily have to believe in the kingdom of love
those driven mad with grief that

like me from my own
hunger in this land where you can order food
eternally
fill their dreams and never satiated themselves


-



ENCHANTED

this moment
not now remember this


or better still this feeling of love or desire

my life,
whole or only a fraction of a second

perhaps hours
the color
feel the music that I can imagine
or simply a shiver
goosebumps
in the middle of the white and black people are

I see what you love
fire
hatred resentment
sadness
blue
want to love

-

GOD


Tell me that was a joke
that people are not alone
that the tower of babel
not really on your anger

and now we can no longer understand
you've taken away from the heart the mouth

love listening to words translated by a deception that must end
tell us We love to be alone

understand that turning a blind eye as long as they touch our hands

Tell

that all this is crazy and tell me if I am only listening to him then
I am just mad I could somehow

be happy because then we can not continue languishing
crying and everyone just to get

well what the other wants to feel loved and to love

without any conditions



-


Eat
not want to be in my life without a sense of eternity

the paradox contained in my time
die
you eat me I
consumption
loving


-
MORE 'THAN THAT ARE

there's enough of me I would not have these bones

Dissolve this skin that holds
stupid and useless together

I can safely go without

Of those clumsy movements of arms, legs, head
of this weight that keeps me grounded
The gravity that does not make me fly
Hanging from these members of his law slaves
exposed the fragility of nature
obligation to believe in something for fear

I have really too much of myself
If the direction is then only have sex
to play what I want from me? Siam
enough time to consume
believe in love But then it made sense
just do not know what happened
That must be why I feel too
A body that does not believe in what he lost

- Where will




Where will you be my love
the years lost to me when you said goodbye
have children and your children's children
'll caress and give your time to
a man who could be me
Where are you now? My Sweet Love

The years passed and sad
The years have passed without a sense
time and oblivion
as the moments of immense
empty From the day you love me when you said goodbye
Lost in a vacuum always
Di that fate is no longer my
now do is remember the dull
Of your sweet voice calling me
Where are you now?
love, my love


-

Maybe I


I loved the days when you've been beside

I'm so different without you
What I do not know for sure yet if I


... But in the memories of who I am now I feel I can

say that I loved you Yes, I think I have loved you ...
More than I love myself


-


MUTO *

This
my world of words that I would tell you and I can not say that Your every

look that drives me crazy I could tell you everything and then die
that your skin is beautiful
What I want to kiss you hold her


Stroking bite, make love This
my world made only of words
sweet, full of life
Without you will ever hear the


-




NOW Now that you alone have time to think

local time hours are
Now I can only understand your



-


And I
What you're no longer in my arms I
,
that you want me to do
Were memories
master was capable of contempt
I was a vile man
long I would have stripped the agony of love you again

Nevertheless

-


If only I had you between words
Knowing
how to open that jar of honey in your heart

But I missed the key
not know what to say, what to do

When you told me I can not love


-

*

love you I kiss your
That candor that makes light
tenderness
Why are you and me for I have nothing but love and
my words of sweetness
I can not help but look
I burn in my chest the sun of your beauty


-

TIC TAC

The world runs
Tic Tac
sound that still runs slow
on himself a year


around the sun off and on again at the same rate constant

but the world runs
Tic Tac
I play slow
feel like stopping to listen and adjust
man and the clock
looking device that align

synchronize the heart and brain
finding peace still sound slow
Tic Tac
I stop with the world
me off and I riaccendo
a year is a year
and spring summer autumn winter
Tic Listening to the striking Tac

the sweet eternal expansion of the universe is so beautiful I stop

Tic Tac
What celestial sound is perfection


this life time
how exciting!


-

Zx1000.1 Stabe At 1ohm

Iru

be, exist

For

Harmony, Union, Right Thing

Do

Street, Road, Trail

Women Getting Brazilians

And the arrival of memories

I was in the old part of town that is home to my university stores had those particular signs, made of wood just fine

with written corroded by the violence of the time that had fallen upon them

the entrance was also very ancient

a wooden door with a glass in the center that revealed the beauty that senility had given to that place

rained and the climate of that time period the weather was very cold, wearing the wool coat, wool scarf, and of course the glasses, the umbrella gave me an air of elegance May

shoes, featuring an hour of youth were wet at the tip, as opposed to hair that were shamefully wet

went groping, the windows of my glasses , wet also gave me little prospect of local

everything smelled of yellow pages

off with a dedication that is owed to older people and the wise

cashier asked him the book and so unclear pointed to the shelf where it was content

tried it, the shelves are yellowed by dust that prevailed in those books was intoxicating

began to resign, at a point, docile, I looked down and saw him

vehemently shook him, sniffed him and gently took out the dust generated in my body usually allergic pruritus

courses from the white-haired cashier who looks at that scene gently

almost like you're his nephew I approached him

was old, white hair or accents age, wrinkles, elegantly carved out of the time were a sign of his poverty

smile with submission, I admired him ashamed

I paid, and wiping with a grand gesture, glasses

gave me the rest

broken voice greeted me from the monotony, broken voice and I greeted him with happiness

opened that door, I took the ' umbrella, and I found the rain waiting for the rain

erase the lines of the store

and walked away with the fear of those who lost their serenity.
[My Photo]

The Outcome Of Pap Smear

Duality

He had never considered the possibility of describing it. What he thought of his physical appearance was not mystery even to her, but that does not care, did not want to hide this weakness, which so terrified his pride.
did not want to consider the possibility of describing it physically, because, on paper powerless to bring the sweetness of her features, would not have done justice, threatening to make it appear, even in his eyes, as it was really different.
He would not say face to face what she thought of her. It would have been deceived by the redness of his face and the stealth of his eyes, that might frighten him, ordered him to stop, forgetting to listen to the silent wishes of his infinite ego that's begging to continue. He could
to surprise him, maybe because they are the very people closest to us that most surprise us. The thing that upset him every time he stopped to talk, even for a few moments with her was her deep dichotomy. He was able to complete itself because it contained within itself the denial of itself. He was very shy and reserved, but when he loved, even for a few seconds, the depth of the speeches came into contact with its real essence. He had infinite respect for herself, but still can hate each other, managed to disgust for his behavior while andandone fair, she could feel sorry for his actions, but continued with the audacity of one who has repented.
He was able to embody the duality in one form, but was hated suffer a macabre taste in the suffering itself. He kept closed if things did not even know to contain, often, in speaking of the most trivial things, it was amazing how these things could come to the surface. Maybe he was afraid of herself as he was afraid of himself, or perhaps fear quell'insana was an integral part of its duality, an essential part of her very being.
He could not go further in describing the fear of even minimally alter the essence of her very disturbed him, as one who tries to copy a picture, does not care about the aesthetics of painting itself, but to maintain , albeit inelegant, the deeper meaning framework.
He paused a little 'in this strange duality that upset him so much.
[My Photo]

What's The White Dot In Facebook Chat

But all this does not apply

be successful without other distractions to get home. He loved to hear the noise of the key mechanical noise, which slowly, with a shy virgin, turned to the old lock, this little spring concert was accompanied by quell'impercettibile vibration that gently tickles firmly the place to turn the key. After enjoying this strange sensation, immediately ran to the bathroom, was stifled by the sad memory of that day. This recollection choked him to the point of instilling in him the need to vomit. With a masculinity that did not belong noisily flung open the bathroom door and, without thinking of the pain that would be generated, and fell violently on the floor with your knees, and clung, with the strength of those who no longer holds, to the toilet. He felt again that unpleasant feeling sick by now had completely taken possession of his body, but this time, tired, exhausted and helpless, he left the straps that prevent the trampling of his heart, and gave himself completely to the panic.
When the panic generated by those "thoughts strangled" was over, his face was poured on the floor, his hands lying inert on the floor too, and delineate the uneven profile of the bust.
She sank as a man abandons himself to the intoxication of love, to the fatigue that clouded the senses. Not tried to understand more, it had become the victim of his own emotions.
had passed several minutes after one o'clock at night, and without mentioning her up she closed her eyes. Neglect the weight of his head sull'umino bath mat and suddenly fell asleep. He had always had, by that he had memory problems in falling, he witnesses the long nights were spent photographing the details of a most interesting life that he had nothing more interesting, or in other cases to compose sentences in his mind The next morning he forgot.
His heavy black jacket wool covered it in part, the rest was assigned to the pants that hid strozzatamente ankles. Her profile started to soften, the chest was becoming less bulky, and hands, as well as the arms lying in a disheveled elegance. His breathing became labored less and less, and so began to suffer all the symptoms of those who are prey to sleep more sublime. The light on, sadly, accompanied him.
[My Photo]

Kitchn Pro Breadmaker Parts Manual

The new PapiMobile

How To Mute Camera Sound In Nokia 5630

Nightmares

Night dense ... I do not notice the umpteenth creak of wood that are always stimulates my concerns as soon as I turn out the light to sleep, or reflections that sometimes we know, there, where there had never states, shaped in the dark, the dark walls, the light coming from outside but which certainly can never determine the source. Do not check if the girl sitting on a chair to read that book from the year in which it was hanging on the wall, is in some other position than that which the painter has chosen for her. Do not get lost in these thoughts, not now, because I already did.

I'm sleeping and I have already gone through my usual fears aside with one or more "can not be" that I learned in a lifetime to use as a dust to smother the sparks of fear before they turn into flames of sleepless terror, in many or a few nights when we are forced to recharge our batteries as members of meat and sublimate some unconscious desire that the reality does not allow us to give us.

But I wake up: for drinking, piss, to see that reality is still there or simply for something that attracted me: a settling of the building, a slight earthquake, an alignment of the Earth, a presence cold can not touch me, an angel who loves me or hates me ...
Anyway I get to go to the bathroom. Find the light switch with outstretched hands in the black eyes just opened have not yet begun to fade. I find it - tlic - the light does not turn on - tlic - tlic - nothing happens. Thoughts fast as groggy from sleep, there's electric ironically, helped by slightly accelerated heartbeat from the setback caused by having to find an alternative. Meanwhile, the pupils dilate
accustomed to the darkness, leaving me finally feel the soft whiteness of the brightest coming from the kitchen that has just raised the blinds of the balcony. I bring to the corresponding switch I do not see perfectly, but in memory I find it hard to find - tlic - will not turn on - tlic - tlic - tlic tlic tlic - Suddenly back to visit me a sense of claustrophobia I suffered as a child ... as if someone would hold your nose . I think - should be skipped the light - of course! a black-out, no doubt - instinctively and immediately seek the person who led the TV is on the shelf and red, bright and still says the opposite, and creeps in me a restless mind that I try to resist not increase the anxiety it causes, but a thought that chess is already thinking you're doing, turn my head to the bathroom: the light is now on. I'm going to see. But already My first step was off again. I try to turn in the kitchen - tlic - dark - tlic tlic tlic - still dark ... dark ... dark ...
I take off your finger on the fast and instantly alternating flashes of light and dark. They look like those neon broken that I have always given a sense of disease ... hospital, the same effect of a broken hand trembling expressed their sorrow silent suffering ... the anxiety gets to me ... Is there anybody home, a presence that you are having fun making fun of me in my panic. I try to rationalize: - not. can not be -... alternate the lights of the kitchen and bathroom. I try to scream but my voice is drowned ... - 'm dreaming! I'm dreaming! - ... ... I'm already dreaming ... finally open my eyes and breathe ...

I find myself in bed awake and sweat, but calm. What a bad dream . I'm thirsty. I get up but I feel so heavy ... I can only walk on all fours and the deck is glued on me ... arrival in the kitchen, try the switch - tlic - will not turn on. The red LED on the TV, I can not move, they are petrified by fear and the bathroom door you are opening up ... no! no! no!

I wake up with a click of tension in my bed ... a nightmare nightmare. Incredible e. I'm not even sweating, and there's my brother, I had forgotten it was in the house tonight ... I get out of bed to go to the bathroom, they are still restless, but his presence relaxes me ... by without turning on the light. For some reason in the nightmares of shortly before the turn I wanted at all costs, I never do, and why that sense of claustrophobia that I have not ever had? as if I was not really me ....

Suddenly a shiver runs down my spine right on the head leaving me reeling and preparing the reactions that a body can be taken only by terror: I have a brother ... my heart is torn in the chest to the impulse of violent every beat ... I try to turn the light on the mirror ... I can not find ... but I've always found the dark. I feel in my hands a - tlic - Turning on the light, but in the place where I find the switch there's never been one. The heart pumps blood into the block in my legs froze the skin, leaving the empty capillary blood heat and spasms of trembling hands and cold, a strong sense of nausea I suggests that the red cells of the head, which now spins are missing the call.
The light and the mirror reveals a shocking truth: I'm in a bathroom that is not mine, I'm looking into a mirror that is not mine, a face that is not my ...
I try to scream, but it's like taking a note so high that I can only account for not possessing it. I never want to see ... not I want! I do not want to be there, I will not look at that face. The lights suddenly go out under the command of my thoughts ... I do not understand how, but it is so ... I hear someone approaching the door of the bathroom ... looks groping for the light switch. I do not want to find it, I do not want the lights, and do not ... I do not succeed ... tlic


-

Fun Senior Week Destinations

Toptoys, the passion for toys

In this blog I have always spoken of watercolors, mixed media and my passion for design.
Only occasionally I mentioned the work I do with my brother and my sister. E 'is an exciting task: Buy and sell vintage toys and collectibles!
To do so in 2003 we founded a company, Toptoys Srl
Now that we've grown, we have made known to collectors around the world, now that we finally have a website, I The official presentation:
www.toptoys-italy.com

When Cruising For Guys What Are The Signals

Corners Illuminati ...

Hello,

this time I devoted to poetry.
So here's a second part of me in eight small fragments, collected by light in some dark corner or just hidden in my soul ...
not forgotten legends, to put a very personal, diametrically opposed or, coincidentally, perfectly fits together with what I wanted to communicate, poetry is all ... Let



So leave me alone Leave me alone

not you treat me
of my presence when I suffer a

What I miss
Do not even ask what that makes me angry

Chi, What are
take with me a little way with thoughts
Sfiorarsi
let me be lost among the maze of trails
hopeless
back, if you want
that have never been enough
Let me sleep without dreams
lose
you all the memories Leave me a pain
best of everything that is not
but continues to hurt

Let me change myself and be enough to bring me down Running

get up excited to have sex
Let the freedom not to watch every time a

woman laughs every time the sky is blue
every time the sun warms the sea
every time I bathe every morning in

In that moment so long I realize
That stuff is not you but what I am Let me disappear tightening

dissolve in life without meaning
no past nor future of everyday

Day by day

IMPERFECTIONS

Maybe we should hate each other or shake


fight together and maybe even love surrender


remain indifferent to seek more attention
not run the risk of making us laugh out
offended

run chase

Seek the truth that there
Lying

players pretend to be brave
always love love love

maybe we should love

CHILDHOOD

Inside the flowers of a meadow
Enchanted between the blades of grass
The sunlight reflecting off the ground
An angle 'The shadow of the hot summer
confused voices of the games I
yards away, six in the evening
The freshness of the torrential rains
The pleasure of undressing
of wet clothes

IT IS ...

And indeed there was no point
Write
useless dreams
Just a friendly smile, her glance

then I found out that had nothing to do


yet still light off
pining
Randomness imagine falling in love without a cause that In my mind this makes

that smile in my thoughts his eyes friendly




You're the beauty that I need
If you can not be loved in
Let me a moment to look
Making them crazy memories set in

the mind tricks the eyes
If you can not have

Let me look at the rest of me will know what to do without you

Go crazy

Story Of a Tear

I burn my eyes
I would like to stay warm and now embraced

In the scent of a woman

I miss her smile I miss


on again I miss
If I do not think of anything I miss


and burns my skin and are thus lost
Away only


Game

a blank page
a blank page
A NEW ADVENTURE

A WOMAN LOVE ONE COLOR
never noticed before
a blank page
A NEW SONG
A PARTY FOR ONE DAY TO LIVE LIFE


JUST A PIECE OF PAPER AND AN INNER WORLD

drowsiness

It 's a dream
Senz' I can show other

soars
No, I'm better on the ground continue

His hands in my
One Life to decide
We fight, we love

It 's a dream I remember her

What happened?
Now where is it?
Here in my arms We can fly


Together Better to remain so well with his feet on the ground

without remembering
At the risk of
wake up and love someone who is not
Better to dream dreams

also disappears from my arms

It 's a dream
No doubt I'm not flying

it's just that the floor is gone and all the


rest suspended in the air with nothing to grasp to tighten
None
and emptiness outside
goes into panic and wake
Eyes swollen
Maybe I cried
With nothing to grasp to tighten
None
Projections Far away in the memories of the time

It 'been a dream


Dominic D'Apice


-

Make Pot Brownies Vegetable Oil

Poems ... without commitment

Uncompromising


surprising how even a single ripple on the sea
a minute and when it will be rare
a form that changes and also had a wave of honey must be


so natural that two plus two will

simple enough to be pretty clear and lovely as the dawn

must be eaten
bitter sweet ripe fruit, unripe
who stole and who must return
the apple that will still suffer
taste that will intoxicate

It must be sad because
evil in the world is too insensitive

ever I hate loud anger
will forgive the dawn Must be my


I must belong
as all or nothing at all or completely


must burn stubble burning

hypnosis
enchant as sick as the flames of a bonfire
I must love

-

If perhaps were not so

Hypothesis
analysis
unusual results useful outcomes
doubts
truth antithesis of reality lies
palpable fantasies

deviations on the right path you may not really be so


-


Shadows

The infinity of the universe time
and understands what we
individual identities so extraordinarily
sun. How much valuable material

existential
wasted so many that I could not stay in the company

and life is spent on trifles

-

Nostalgia

Nothing is like the sea, an expanse

green sometimes blue sky to watch the stars



Nothing is like the sea and the sea are nothing without a calm lake

presence is absent


Nothing is like the sea the sea the sea the sea that
sings on the banks
every love story
is the sea that makes us hope

-

Untitled


not just want to love I'll always love this
I will always find him the strength to assist in the

my nature and my life and I will be your
I will burn your hands gripping the sun and I

break for you and I will not care for the world and do not feel hatred

There will be no difficulty
Joy in a choice guaranteed
Happiness and hand
just want to love

-

The Last Man

Soldier
What wars?
How many times you fall
Soldier you're not in the rebel lines
Marci against your fellow
How many?
not know yet rise again to stop them


will die once again No one will take your place Do not be brave

How much better is the forgetting of your classmates
STEP! The rhythm of the cadence

Soldier will crush you do not beat
not think you understand
Remaining
a dreamer But you
And I do not believe in love I can not afford
Marcia
then I'll move your thread
Like those of Let your fellow

go will be nice to destroy everything together and march

Eat Together
CADENCE CADENCE SOLDIER! Do not turn yet

And if you turn this time do not raise
Nobody believes you love the most
Soldier

-

uninspired

Conscious or not of my own limitations is important

I would leave everything Each
learned concept
Become stupid
wonderful new
go off the souls known
Even love is not something new
The curiosity is fueled
Words I Love You can get lost and absurd

We do not know and give
then we do not receive
yet I Love You
even if I do not know who you are
I let myself go but do not fly
Quanta The game we play scared

lose all
That I Love You But I fear


-

Being

to love to love We should find
One day randomly
Touching hands
Falling into the thoughts' Stumbling over one another in our lives

So we should love and find
Myself in you that I had lost yourself in me

Being Accidentally


-

Eva Longoria Foundation Shade

consumer awareness organization - the NEOSCIOPERO

Comrades

am sick and tired of all you and also myself.

Dream full square and friends together, all against injustice, EL PUEBLO UNIDO dream that compact can change the world, this dream because I still beats in his chest a red heart and love for the fight against the injustices of those who hates the differences that make the world a wonderful place and power differences that make this world a disgusting.

Yet the message I give you is another.

're home!

is no longer our time.

is no longer the time of the squares of manifestations that fail and give everyone the same message:

It answered very well ...

Mind. I despise those who is sitting quietly at home and tells me he is not interested, do not inform you, why not give a damn Therefore: WHAT CHANGES? But when I feel this negative feeling I can not help but think that failure is all mine too and it is right that I and all we ask why, what we did wrong and what we're doing wrong.

We were too far back and too attached to the romanticism of the square and joined the student movements that were once blue-collar and scared and knew that they could impose themselves and now they just laugh.

there who cares, there are those who think to change things simply by voting for the newest little party Grillo, some people even think that this or that new policy that says those two or three things right will change Italy.

You are all deluded! Dogs on a leash who think walking the master, this is our present condition: the illusion. So maybe those who have stopped believing and not interested in politics and think that nothing will ever change has a point indeed, perhaps largely right.

I think times have changed and we still fight our battles down the streets, while seeing the poor results, do not change our strategy.
The propaganda of the square is counterproductive because instead of adding them to other students struggle with the message that subtracts in the days after an event has been shaped, and instilled Italian cable installed in the brains driving now carefully and surgically public opinion towards the confusion that leads to oblivion.

Grillo with his V-day, when I believed so, was the most striking example of what I mean. An investment like the one that had the V-Day was to get very different results.

We must understand that all the instruments of control and propaganda have been studied to the extent that they are no longer afraid and are automatically and fully conveyed at will power, the enemy par excellence of social justice.
Any event needs no more than five days to be absorbed, digested and Spit out by the media with a new message or totally contrary to that taken in place, it takes five days to ensure that people return to their existence as part of the large flat colorless mixture mass media.

The fight must be renewed.

Grillo has taught us that the Internet can do great things. E 'is the message that we had to collect, not to make a big number at the end that is easily editable. Purple people meeting in Rome was a flower bud by initiatives such as multimedia Grillo event but did not make it, because he could not do. But the way we are organized through the internet was revolutionary and it has shaken the government, see the reaction of the Minister Romani.

E 'the last time I'll call you mates from nostalgic for a time of events and achievements which by the way I have not lived but will use it again in the future because you have to innovate even in language.

The problems are not all you need to give a title from the outset that divides us on the shelf solutions.

initiatives must start from the Internet, a surprise effect, involving all, not divide us on issues but finally show some solutions.
E 'bloody useless to complain about Berlusconi then all our television channels we Mediaset, Mediolanum if we count if we are Milan fans and so on. Berlusconi is fine where it is and makes her work. A job that we are no longer able to do: PROPAGANDA.
For him, good or bad is important that we speak, just as any man thinks of the show, and what we should deserve best housekeeper in a world that today is all about the How and the Who.

in previous post I referred to consumer awareness as a tool of struggle and insist that organized the boycott is the only way to change things, the only way we have with convenience and simply choose from our homes or Our local supermarket to bring down those who do not do things right and I refer not only to all the premier.

I refer to the multinational leaving home workers, the unions that they will agree with the multinationals to leave home workers, the church in politics, corporations that exploit children (Nike, Adidas, Mattel, Chicco, Benetton, Reebok, Levis Chiquita), experimenting on children in poor countries their products by exploiting the hunger of the same (still Nestle and Danone) and in general all the economic power that consumers want to consume and soulless amoebae.

I'm sure we will soon see the first great example of strength that will be followed by a turn to the consciences of other choices Organized consumer awareness, (the "boycott" is another word to leave behind) because finally action must correspond to a response and real change that will silence those who continue to say that much does not change anything.

for now I can only say goodbye with one last, nostalgic ... HASTA LA VICTORIA

... ALWAYS!


-

Watch South Park Online From Iphone

escapes me the link ....

So let's recap: After stealing and bribes to finance the party, and as he did all he taught us Craxi, who then had to consider them all guilty and all innocent. Today, steal and corrupt for their own personal interest and not to finance the party, as they were quick to notice us, many politicians, so they are guilty only those taken with the mouse in his mouth and the rest are all innocent. However, I wonder: if the culprits are now chosen by the other presumed innocent according to logic that is completely beyond the control and assessment of the electorate, will not be that this time all the alleged perpetrators are innocent?

Household Masterbationb Items

Thanks to the minister of culture de-

I would like to publicly thank the Minister of Culture Bondi because yesterday, after having heard of Cannes, I felt the irresistible urge to go to the movies and the choice fell on Draquila ...

Leapers Scope Reviews

Peace in daily life according to Ramesh

You do not need many words to introduce a master like Ramesh Balsekar, already known and loved by Italian readers. His grace and compassion, combined with a fine intellect, have enabled thousands of researchers and Eastern Europe, but mainly in the West, to approach the ancient tradition of Advaita.
"Peace and harmony in daily life" is perhaps one of the most interesting books ever to capture this message in its size as it "more practical" and more intriguing to those who have even heard from other teachers and masters the concept that There is no one in the shape if not consciousness, but has not yet been able to integrate into their daily lives. The great sage of Mumbai, which for years she received in her salon researchers from around the world, seems almost to anticipate the questions that the reader might ask about the message of non-duality and respond to any possible objection with unassailable clarity and delicious irony.

That said, it is worth spending just a few words to clarify some points that readers may find interesting to compare the message with Ramesh that of other contemporary masters. Ramesh repeatedly mentions the existence of an ego in the paper (the one who understood deeply and completely the absence of an individual in the body-mind) in that he still responds to his name when called, citing also about Ramana Maharshi who turned around when someone called him by name. Ramesh points out that the wise man knows that he who apparently is calling and who apparently answers are actually a single consciousness, but he wants to emphasize that it is not identified, let's say "functional" with the body-mind the reason for human suffering, but the concept of being responsible for the actions with all that that entails. It is interesting that a distinction can perhaps allay the doubts of those who can see in the impersonality of the message of Advaita the risk of a sort of apathy towards life or even the danger of no longer functioning on a social level. In Indeed, the ego is already only a concept, as Ramesh repeats, and then everything fades in understanding is an idea that brings suffering. You have to act and only the consciousness through form, through what he calls the "programming" of the body-mind, or social conditioning combined with the genetic characteristics of form. It is always and only God's will to act: a God who is not anthropomorphized entity, but our true self that moves from a global mind, no longer divided by the concept of separation.

Another interesting argument put by Ramesh about the fact that the reason for suffering is just an idea is his peculiar distinction between "duality" and "dualism". The first is the root of existence itself, the engine of life itself: the event is inserted on a principle of positive and negative, male and female, of opposing polarity that complement and cancel each other out. The "dualism" is instead identification with only a part of this polarity, with all the pain that this bias results: by choosing a "good" against "evil" without grasping the absolute perfection in the overall scheme of the event. Obviously it's just the duality that must be overcome through understanding, whereas the duality is understood and accepted by the wise as an intrinsic part of the phenomenal nature itself. This acceptance is the foundation of peace and harmony for wise home.

Finally, it is worth to mention an appearance perhaps not widely cited by other contemporary masters in Ramesh talks towards the end of the book. Through the words of the wise Mukundaraj, Ramesh talks about the dissolution of objective reality as the final result of the understanding of our true self. Citing the various stages of consciousness - waking, dreaming, deep sleep and observation of these states (Turiya) - Ramesh tells us that even this last state, the observer, is not our final place of rest. What we are is completely beyond the subject-object relationship, even if the object is so thin as may be the deep sleep, which is somehow "registered" and "recalled" at the time of the awakening of consciousness. Our true nature, says Ramesh, is beyond the pure subjectivity, is the vacuum itself, which coincides with the Absolute Reality.

Shakti Caterina Maggi

Will Orajel Numb Your Penis

The Exhibition Toptoys become famous!

We have reached the Channel 5 news. They aired a lengthy article on our trade show Sunday, March 28 (the day of show) of the 20.00 edition. Beautiful!
And we also have many photographs taken by Charles Mastrantonio. In short, it's all documented this time.
For photographs click here . The video I add it as soon as I do.
Kisses,
cbar

Virtue Ethics Abortion

The adventure of the Bard


few years the well-known "Tibetan Book of the Dead," the Bard Thodol, has become a frequently cited text in spiritual circles as a handbook to help guide the dying to face in a more conscious possible death.

In fact in our western culture the death process has become increasingly taboo. While newspapers, TV, magazines continually postpone images of dead bodies, the reality of the death process is often confined in hospitals or at most a few nurses in the care of private, but not like a normal event in the past, which is part of our everyday life.

If in the West even to talk of death is now a painful subject and almost rude, in Tibet the process of death is revered as an important moment in the life of a person. Starting from the concept of reincarnation, Tibetan teaching as the soul of the deceased will not disappear forever, but find another body to which it determines, and so for many cycles of life, death and rebirth.

The old instructions are part of the Bard Thodol complex for us Westerners here that the writer MyNav brings us the concepts of this precious text on a fascinating novel, which turns out to be a real manual for travel between death and rebirth.

The novel, unique, takes place in the astral world and depicts the journey of the unconscious mind: a magic carpet that transports us from the Bardo of becoming reality in many other unconscious. Paul, the main character wakes up in the mysterious stage between death and rebirth and, at that stage of the absence of the conscious mind, he received the teachings of the masters of the mundane world and the astral. The plot surprises us all the time, while the life of Paul is transformed into thriving entura out of the ordinary that culminates face to face with the Absolute.

MyNav introduces us to the Middle World, and transports us from the Bardo of becoming, in many other planes of existence, describing in detail the adventure of the soul that no one remembers because it represents the stage where the conscious mind is absent. To substantiate the stories, the author includes the rare subtle suggestions and directives of his essays on how teachers prepare for the trip and shorten the route.

The writer has collected his knowledge through attendance at various oriental masters. He received his initiation into the Bard by Karmapa, the Twelfth Tai Situ Pa, Gyalstop Rinpoche and Ringu Tulku Rinpoche. He also studied with masters such as Advaita Poonjaji.

addition to connect his personal experiences in the astral MyNav explains in detail the extraordinary adventure of the soul during the intermediate stage to reincarnate on earth, also explained in the Tibetan Book of the Dead.
amazing experience and a modern twist and unique carrying the reader through the maze illustrating the effect produced by unconscious thoughts that there are, and how to find the most direct route to reach the goal without getting lost in the intermediate levels.

______________________________________

Link

. Site MyNav
. The Bard

Angel Bites Information

VI Exhibition Toptoys watercolor portrait of Rome

E 'arrival in the spring with the appointment Toptoys Exhibition, Exhibition of vintage toys and Collectible. The event will be held Sunday, March 28 at the Sala Esperanza, adjacent Ergife Palace Hotel Rome Via Aurelia 619.
We are pleased to say that this time we have tried to organize an event is really interesting for collectors and for all persons wishing to review the games of yesteryear. There will be tin toys, antique dolls and fashion dolls, toy soldiers, model cars in all scales, model kits, slot cars, toys, and then the '80s, trains and more by exhibitors who come from all over Italy.

All this in a room more spacious and bright, with bar and snack bar near the lounge. The entrance ticket costs 3 € and more ticket (for children under 18 years) 1 €. In short, we tried to do our best!

If you want information borsa@toptoys-italy.com write to or call on 06 97602563.

___________________________________________________

In the fifth edition, December 6, we presented to the public the first truck produced by Toptoys: the Fiat 642 N6 . We have received many compliments for the high quality of our product, what we are proud of.

In this edition of the present variants of this model:

• truck tarpaulin 642 N6 Green Police "Department Express"


• N6 Truck 642 Fire Truck


• tarpaulin CM 52 (military) 4x4


• truck tarpaulin CM 52 (military) Italian Army (Thunderbolt)


• truck tarpaulin CM 52 (military) Navy (S. Marco)

Anyone interested can write to team @ toptoys -italy.com or call us at 06 97602563 or follow this link: truck Toptoys See you March 28!
Hello,
cbar

Cybergun Desert Eagle Spring

A fool for Bondi! Luckily there

And one idiot-concert than closing time is not it? Perhaps the Ministry of Culture did not know that just being inside the building to be eligible to play?
The video then is hilarious!

The Kiss By Joby Talbot

televoting!

I read that the guy who recently founded the Facebook group praising the shooting on the boys Down is justified by saying that he wanted to establish a record of accessions.
To establish such a record, you can use various methods, and it can be done in a more or less conscious. At
reckless blogger Valente Boy Wary example was enough to post an article critical of the last (hopefully) album by Valerio Scanu and immediately blog readers went through a few dozen to several hundred. Unleash girls infericite chiuahua as the sun flooded the blog with insults and curses for reading analysis as incontestable:

But all my doubts grammar focused here:

. this pain .. is sweet as honey
compared with the evil that we do
if so powerful is this love that we
defend with all his might, but you almost never ...

EEEHHHH? If so powerful is this love that we defend ourselves? What the hell does that mean? Already struggle to understand "this love that we defend," I can allow "this love that we defend." Passino the poetic license but this is grammaticidio.

Dear Valente, did not know that anyone who was discovered by a talent show was remote voting by thousands of people of all age who have "elected" and then they elevated to divinity, for abstraction from the human? Today, the tele-service is an untouchable, removed from the human judgments, the holder of the truth popolosovrano delegated by him. That speck
this tele-voting, thank goodness that the vote, the real, is something else .... or not?

Strawberry Gardening Tools Cute

Elegance

'The elegance is our only worry.
accept any reservation on our conduct, but a suspicion on our elegance and offends us deeply disturbs us. Oh, to apply this method of criticism of the thieves, murderers, to fraudsters, to establish once and for all that is elegant not steal, murder is not elegant, cheat summary is inelegant. When the wicked are not affected by the disdain of moral and indeed are exciting, but the sheer outrage of those elegant, as is done, we could melt even the police force, which, moreover, has shown to understand the true needs of the times taking a few days ago a new uniform, very smart. "

Ennio Flaiano