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sometimes I read the blog of pulsatile: cute, bright, friendly. She writes well! On a stand
find his book: buy it.
Cute, bright, friendly. She writes well!

After a while, 'I realize that this book is exactly like the thighs of tissue: BUSINESS!
We complain every day (but maybe not that Pulsatilla has the TV does not know) that women are commodified, which must be semi-nude in front of all Italy to get a bit 'of success in life. If they complain about men and women, not just a feminist issue.
Pulsatilla And he is doing?
She recalls the curious male and female acid (like myself) enumerating without shame, indeed, with pride, its purposes, does not say as a central theme of the novel-diary, but even relegating them to position irrelevant.
especially those with unknown strangers in chat.
I say beautiful, I know it's what you do, that more or less everyone is finished talking to strangers, who have also met some of them, but then what?
I know that gossip is the national sport that is the most popular, next to soccer, and then make a batch of private facts of Pulsatilla draws, but at least they were erotic stories I would have touched a bit '!

The book market is saturated and the Italians, it seems, do not read.
So in the end I must make my compliments to Pulsatilla, who managed to hit the issues that still push a young medium to buy a book: content and simplicity of some particular "suggestive".

In my case I am happy that a portion of the proceeds went (I hope) ASM (Italian Association Studio malformations), from which I purchased.

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book Stories of everyday life

university
The Cla waiting for the elevator. There comes a boy, is positioned in front, get a teacher, you place the front, get a lift: it contains three people, the boy salt, Professor salt, * Cla ago to go up. The teacher stands in the way with the arm: "He can not! E 'for five!" On the tram


A girl's jacket Prada, Gucci bag (The Cla * can not see the signature glasses, horizontal and square as his jaw), read a free newspaper. On the train


A strictly anorexic girl dressed in black makes a big puzzle with no plan and is looking for complete solutions.

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Farewell

Get your track, is' in your den than half of your blood, your flock, your people, but when we will need a leg, a tusk of an eye, or to quickly switch an order of the night, remember, lord of the jungle, the jungle is yours whenever you want.

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Unable not to think

wander in an endless sea, and I only see the skyline.
jagged horizon, or stretched like a rope, horizon clouds, gray and menacing.
Vago and I do not know if I have a ship, if there is an anchor to be lifted, which set sail from a port, or if you'll stay forever wandering, aimlessly, waiting for the madness kidnap me, or is everything smuova by itself.
This is the problem of too much thinking, too much reason: it is more difficult to reach a conclusion, trying to figure out what is good and what is bad, what will and what whim. This is
the problem of being afraid of the vacuum,
want to put down roots, but to feel a push to run almost constantly.
hear the call of adventure and fear that he felt ill.
Have a heart and do not want silence.

Absurd, if I think about my impulsive nature.
Understandable, considering how attractive and repulsive to the opposite, always.

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It is said that ...

It is said that a closed door it opens another.
But what happens when there are more doors open, all parted, about to close, or open, but no moves?
And all could open or close simultaneously, and instead of prevaricating?

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Apotheosis

Poised on the edge, on the brink of an endless vortex:
appearance.
fall with your hands tied, blindfolded, to continue to wait.
vain. To find a foothold


higher than me and watch the endless vortex swirling around the waist.

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Yesterday evening, the spectacle of Paolini, complained to the job insecurity and human wretchedness that must accept to live this way, it was the perfect ending for a bad day!