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Italian Far West

That much has been living in Italy, I know, it seems, by heart, that the farther south, the "interesting", but still I was caught off guard some realities. I note that the region where I live, too geographically belongs to the south of Italy, but if someone can call us and "terroni", then still a stretch ... The mentality of all Well a lot different from our southern neighbors.

The other day I was again surprised - the promoter came to me one courier. Since I am responsible for the logistics in-house I asked him to any provision of the protocol questions. The most interesting place, read the "prices", he said, embarrassed that sending packages to Sicily and in Calabria is more expensive than the rest of Italy. At first I did not attach attention - well, of course, Sicily - an island, there still must swim or on a plane to fly. And here's promoter said in a low voice: "You understand that such regions. There, you know, courier vans travel with armed guards. After all happens and the value of carry. "From the unexpected, I laughed ... Laughed and promoter, I apologized and said honestly that was not expecting such a turn, expect hear something about the distance, road conditions, etc. etc.

So, my friends, we will have Magadan on yugah - beware!

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whole life ... it is marvelous mystery known only to God alone. No life in random clutch of circumstances - all providential. We do not understand the value of one or another circumstance. Before us - a lot of boxes, but the key is not ... Notice the event of your life. In all there are deep meaning. Now you do not understand them, and subsequently many open ...

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pescara @ 2011-02-22T12: 14:00

yesterday, returning home from work in the car listening to the radio. Among the news from Libya, Tunisia and the San Remo was message about the incident at the airport Malpensa (Milan). There's a native of Tunisia, rammed the door of one of the terminals on the stolen SUV. Then threatened a knife to one of the guards, for which he was shot by another - was wounded in the leg. It has become common, and there, it has been a similar incident. Glory God, that at this time without any casualties. (Shit, have taught us all the same to a "terrorist act"), among other things, reported that North Africans were sent to a psychiatric examination, said that he characterized as people without disabilities, only with proprietary manifestations in relation to his wife. "Well - I thought - Normal case for a Muslim "But then - ta-there! wife was an Italian, a convert to Islam. She also participated in a car with three small children and a person who closed with a handkerchief!

This is not the only case of the transition of women in Islam, here in Italy. Women experience all the extreme differences between Islam of Western cultural and religious traditions, even wearing the burqa, polygamy. Interestingly, what should "click" in his head to so easily cover her face with a handkerchief and agree to the second and third wife of her husband, or rather do not agree, do not think there ask for your consent, and just do not resist .... I, of course, itself a head covering (a scarf, hat, cap) in the Orthodox church, but it applies to our European traditions. In That's the question for me - as a European woman was in the car? Or is it a protest against the super lecherousness modern Europe? But there are other ways is ...

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Flu? Hedonism

Title: Flu?
Author: Stateira
Beta: My influence
Fandom RPF football - in case an Argentine English &
Characters / Pairing: Serna, Puyillas, Fabriqué and mh ... Messilla?
Rating: freedom
Warnings: fluff tons. They are all nice and pucciosi here.
Disclaimer: are not mine. Each of sovraccitati belongs to the respective team / coach at the respective / corresponding to the man
Note: I'm pretty sure that janetmourfaaill wanted better, but it passes the monastery today. * Are covered in raggomitona remeasure the sneezing and fever *


Life is very exciting, if your name is Lionel Messi. Just two lines with a little fever 'headaches, and Mother Nature gives you automatically a pair of huge, shiny eyes, a face and a deliciously palliduccio David Villa ready to do whatever is humanly possible to do on this earth to make you feel better. The only downside is that you can not afford to offer you sneeze without him fazzolettisciroppipastiglieetuttoilsuosostegno, but fortunately this influence you took the belly.


If your name is Fernando Torres, you may indeed have to pretend to dying. You groan, you writhe on the couch, you gasp and grab the plaid bed with the air of someone who is already in sight of blacks gates of oblivion. You can do that so well that, despite Sergio spend your time sending you to hell and give you the fag, underneath it's worried about you, and with the excuse to shut you will wrap you in blankets like a caterpillar. You say "Shut up. Stop it, okay? Stop it, "but in the meantime will support her in front of the for your check does not get too hot. And while you dozes, complaining in a low voice you've never suffered so much in your life, he'll scruterà with a concentration worthy of a lighthouse keeper, trying to figure out what you're really bad, beyond your whining. Maybe, blacks are still quite distant gates of oblivion, but a cup of hot soup could also escape.


If your name is Carles Puyol, influenza is a challenge. You have to be stoic, you have to hold on, you have to keep doing what you do normally despite the fever makes you see double. You do not have to share your status kind to any other, nor with Iker, you buzzing around tea-equipped with all the air of wanting to take care of you. You have to resist his eyes reassuring and compassionate. The slogan is "I'm fine." The more you ask him how you feel, the more you shall tell him you're fine. In fact, fine. The Madrid of shit does not realize this your moment of weakness, or will that sort of thing that makes him lie down with you and keep you type embraced, to make you notice that the heat of his body is the only one that works fever.


Finally, if your name is Gerard Piqué, then you need a phone with the highest priority. Lighten good for the voice, dial the number, and just give us answers within. "I'm sick Ceeeeeeeeesc! Ceeeeeeesc! I'm maleeeeeeeee "Possibly, singing, thus easier to understand. Guilt is your most effective weapon: he must die at the thought that you are alone at home, in the grip of delusions Piret, while he made merry in London as if nothing had happened. And if you try to answer that is sure that a little 'flu will not kill you, you insist, ripetiglielo again and again, requires that behave like a man and run to your bedside. So, it will. He will do it for sure.

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Galileo

today his birthday. He was born in 1564. Clearly, then do not celebrate birthdays, well, I use this date only to think about it, the great Italians. We are accustomed to see him astronomer, who suffered from the Inquisition, and rarely remember that he also wrote poems, любил и страдал ...

can see the MY TORMENT, HE FACES THE EYES

expresses to his wife as he languished for her love.

perceive the torments me, if your eyes faces
In the face of rough stones engraved;
Read your name and my torment
scouts in the bark of 'beeches and de' cypress.

Monstran the breezes trembling sighs removed
inflammation sen, the birds themselves
Narran well my bad, if you the listening, the Eco
confirmation, and you believe it not, Alessi?

Gusta that water already so sweet and clear,
If new witness to my pain, you ask,
Com'or are made by my bitter tears.

And if you still doubt, is intended in their steadfast, refusing to
And that taste, you believe in the eyes,
reading my pain in your face.

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Happy Presentation of the Lord!



Giovanni Bellini, Presentation at the Temple


about 1469 Oil on canvas, 80x105 cm
Venice, Museo della Fondazione Querini
Stampalia

Candlemas

Anna Akhmatova

When she was first introduced to the church
child is inside of
number of people who were there ever,
Saint Simeon and the prophetess Anna.

And the old man took the baby from the hands of
Mary, and three people were standing around
babe how shaky frame,
in the morning, lost in the darkness of the temple.

That temple was surrounded them as missed first trimester forest.
From the looks of the people and from the sight of heaven
top concealed, being able to spread-eagle,
that morning, Mary, the prophetess, the elder.

Only on top of his head randomly ray
light fell on the child: but He is nothing
did not know yet, and snuffle sleepily,
resting on the strong hands of Simeon.

And it was to tell the elder
these things that he sees the darkness of death
not before will see the Son of God.

is finished. And the elder said: "Today,

once spoken words are stored,
you with the world. Lord, let me go,
then that my eyes have seen it
child: He - Your extension and light

source for idols chtyaschih tribes,
and glory of Israel in Him. " - Simeon
umolknul. Silence surrounded them all.

only echo the words, touching rafters,

circled for some time after
over their heads, lightly rustling
under the arches of the temple as a kind of bird,
that can fly, but can not down.

And strange it was. There was silence
no less strange than speech. Embarrassed,
Maria was silent. "Word-what ...»
And the elder said, turning Maria:

«In today lying on your ramen
a transgression of some, the rise of other,
subject of wrangling and a reason for discord.
And the same weapon, Mary which

tormented his flesh will be.
Your soul will be wounded. Rana Sia
will see you that is hidden deep
in the human heart, as a kind of an eye. "

He finished and walked toward the exit. Following
Maria, stooping, and the weight of years
stooping Anna silently watched.
He went on decreasing in value and in the body

for these two women under the shadow of the towers.
Almost customize their views, he
walked in the temple of congealed empty
to belevshemu vaguely doorway.

And the old man's gait was firm.
Only the voice of the prophetess back when
rang, he reined in his little step:
but there hailed him, and God

prophetess praise has already begun.

And the door closer. Clothing and Chela
already touched on the wind and ears stubbornly
burst noise of life behind the walls of the temple.

He went to die. And not in a street rumble
it, the door opened his arms, stepped,
but deaf ownership of death.

He walked in space, bereft of the firmament,

he heard the sound of lost time.

And the image of the child with brightness around
fluffy crown of death Path
soul Simeon carried before him

as a light in that black darkness,

which hitherto has anyone
illuminate the road itself has not happened.
lamp shines, and the trail widened.

Joseph Brodsky

March 1972

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Poor St. Valentine ...

Yesterday Saint Valentine still touched me with his wing ... Honestly, I and my husband forgot about it. Well, no, of course, and advertising are constantly reminded of the "need" to buy a present for his half and invite her to a restaurant and shop windows are not allowed to fully forget about the commercial nature of celebration. But I have not fixed their attention on it. But here in the morning, as the flooded - at work and just talk was like celebrate Valentine's. I was bombarded with questions - how, where and why not. At first, I simply say: "Oh, come on you ...», but later became a creep the opposite sense of inferiority. That is because, contagion, I thought: gregarious. In his furnace, the furnace!

But in the evening laughed heartily. My husband had already agreed a week ago with his friend about a meeting over dinner. Yes, only two of them, without their wives. It was something! Just yesterday at lunch before we came, they will look like - a sweet couple of two graying men. The restaurant table waiting for them to air with hearts and candle! I sent SMS: "If there are to give flowers, accept, not deny it. " Her husband returned, dying with laughter - hearts and candle from the table was removed, pushed a table into a corner and they quietly supped. Said that on February 14 he is now out of the house vyhoditne be - around a solid mass psychosis.

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Title: Hedonism
Author: Stateira
Beta: Noneeeee
Fandom RPF Soccer - Real Madrid - Chelsea
Characters / Pairing: Sergio Ramos / Fernando Torres / Cristiano Ronaldo
Rating: Definitely VM18
Warnings: it's a threesome. And Fernando is a happy man, from beginning to end.
Disclaimer: are not mine. If they were mine, all these things would happen day, and Nando would need a long restorative therapy.
Notes: This stuff here is written for the p0rn fest of fanfic_italia . The prompt is evil "Hedonism."




There, in the middle, Fernando feels so much meat on her which beset on all sides. He barely remembers his name. It is fully captured in listening to the sound of two very different breaths between them that are mixed in the ears. He stopped
from a piece of asking questions. Now. Why should it? It is in a bedroom with Sergio and Cristiano Ronaldo: the first is his man, and is the most magnificent specimen of human male that he knows. The second is the main reason why sometimes wakes up in the middle of the night with a big bump between his legs and boxers all sticky. I always deny, even to death, but it is. There is a player in the world so as not heterosexual dream of fuck with Cristiano Ronaldo.

She approaches him and kisses him softly, eyes closed, but immediately after the tug Sergio him and gives him a kiss as overbearing. Chris understands the game, there is, if it takes back and gives him a kiss from dizziness.
could go on forever, and Fernando was just very happy to act as judge.
Cristiano's unbuttoning his jeans, his shirt Sergio. Four hands get hot to crawl on his body, curious about him and his reaction surprises.
Fernando does not really know what to do. Try a vague sense of panic, but for anything in the world would stop right now, without having discovered what comes next.
pulls up the hem of the shirt of Christ, with hands that tremble for the overload of excitement, and watches him undress while Sergio press all the face on his back, closes her mouth and almost makes him scream down the spine with the tip of the tongue. Christ does the same thing at the front, generously licking his chest.
They move almost together, lick it all over, are hungry for him and bother to let them hear clearly. Nando, then, can only let go completely to them and hope that this madness is a kind of anteroom to hell.

Now Sergio is that you are stripping. Cristiano Nando chewing distracts the neck, between his lips and taking small portions of his ear to make them hot, while Sergio takes off his shirt, slips off his pants, snaps the elastic of underwear and leads them down those long tanned legs that Fernando knows its down to the tiniest detail, even in the scars, hair, taking in the smell close groin. He wants to touch it, but feels that if he did, shattering the delicate balance of the game pointless and hopelessly perverse. The other two were aware of his inner struggle, and embrace it as a reward, one front and one behind, and settle down on his knees, right in the middle of the bed.

- Boys ... - sighs Fernando, not daring to call them by name. Sergio, however, the press a finger to his lips, making sure that if they keep quiet and good and Christian ends pragmatically to strip and throw all their clothes off the bed.

Fernando had never seen three naked bodies on one bed, until now, had no idea what could be unbearable sexual charge that release, especially if the other two are those two. It is found with the temples that pulsate, that almost crushed by a desire to eat the stomach.
is at this point that Sergio decided to remind him how good at it die without even needing to do so by touching in its million-spots scattered on his whole body.
Fernando finds himself completely naked in the midst of a heart attack two men who all seemed to be there to satisfy his every desire. It must be Christmas.
- Would you give a kiss? - Application, fascinated by his own curiosity.
Sergio looks at him with a tenderness charge of the whole weight of her feelings for him, and feels that, prior to oblige, will have to give him a kiss, soft and reassuring, to give him a little bit of lucidity first to lose out completely. Christian is not a patient type, though: when Sergio is still cuddling with Fernando's lips soft touch, creeps in the game and forces Sergio to kiss him busy and demanding, often forcing her jaw to take in order to keep pace.

Fernando licks his lips not to explode while watching them attack the lips at each other, but with a whimper in pain suggests that Sergio is too much, that if they do not ever he will eventually put a hand between her legs and come even before he got a taste for them. Sergio
analyzes it and carefully. - We should also levargli boxers. You do it? - Suggests a Christian.
- Let's do it together. Hello? - Fernando
nearly gets killed by the fingers of Christian that in the strip, passing along the penis, which now hurts from how hard it is. Shakes and curls up a little on himself, offering the perfect opportunity for Sergio to step over his knees and throw away his boxers. The
only see their hands down to her crotch slowly, stopping to stimulate around the navel and between the thighs, is likely to make him cry. More drops, more Nando feel that their movements blend together, and the fingers that touch it - god, but how many are ...? - Become a vague tingling in the torture that the penis and testicles at the same time. You
reduced to a stick of butter melted by now. The muscles of her abdomen has become jelly, and the only thing left of his hard body beats furiously under the lens of four hands massage masturbate him mercilessly, ignoring the fact that will not be able to last more than two minutes, going on like this.
gradually opens her legs, as he can, and when no longer able to keep up relies on Sergio, Cristiano simultaneously feeling that adheres to the back, pressing it against his erection.
- Toccaci. - Sort, his lips resting on his shoulder blade to vibrate all that much. - Both. - Fernando
obeys without making a fuss. The prospect of a respite to regain breath is completely overshadowed by the thought of being able to pick up both, to hear, feel, enjoy them. Christian grabs a hand and guide it to him to Sergio, makes him just below the support side, free to fall down when he wants more. Fernando feels that an injustice would be terrible if a Christian starts masturbating while Sergio him absorb too much to think about anyone else. If they close a bit 'more, for almost hugged them all when it begins to slide fingers on their gender. What
Sergio slips ajar in the palm of his left hand with nonchalant ease, while the Christian is new, is an exciting discovery that sends a series of delightful tactile information to his entire hand. The best thing is that the two faults are different. Different in all dimensions, hardness, in the rhythm that the two damage to small pelvic thrusts. His fingertips quiver of curiosity, followed by the thick veins, they discover the moisture of some places than others, and he surprised with absolute innocence. He can not masturbate quickly. He does not want. Increase the pace if you lose a lot of details that we do not even think to pass up: the hoarse cries of Sergio, the most controlled of Christ, and like him, than Sergio, tends to push upward, while Sergio wheel a bit 'the pelvis and thanks him for each output particularly exciting with a groan and dry surprise.
There is a strong smell in the room. His hands, massage, are imbued with their moods, and now smell like Cristiano and Sergio.

wants rub their scent on it. He wants to remember. Moreover, he wants to take it into his mouth. Both. He has never given a thought so clearly and disconcerting in his life, and the mere thought of it makes him feel very dirty. He wants to just do it, if only for a moment, but lacks the courage to face Sergio while crawling toward his right and pushes him against Christian. He hopes to understand that there are moments in life where the jealousy is not only misplaced, but you may lose the opportunities that will not come back. Because it is difficult to gather all three together again in a situation so absurd, with that same desire to pass on to excuses and justifications, and are unlikely to be so beautiful again, so shameless.
Sergio, however, surprised him. Just arrived close enough that it can embrace a Christian, she smiles and kisses him on one charge and a desire that Fernando does not know who should be jealous of whom. Christian gives him a hand, and soon after so does Sergio. Do not stop kissing, they are completely absorbed in their game, but in the meantime Fernando draw inexorably, with touches of sweet and inviting him to fall more and more insistent.
Fernando opens his hands on the mattress, which softens the blow and he does hang slightly. I nearly finished with his face projected on the groin of Sergio. Giggles, blushing a bit 'in the dark, for having threatened to give him a head on the ball at the right time wrong possible.
- Do not laugh, Nando. Do it. -
- Dai. -

Sergio and Chris have really wanted him, and this knowledge forces him to open his eyes to the fabulous two erections waiting far too long for his mouth to do something for them. It is impossible that both are able to enter into his mouth, but if we could, his whole system of sexual fantasies would be shattered, along with his self-control. If both of them crushed against her lips, and finally opens his mouth to its full ability, swallowing saliva, and the first, amazing hints of their two very strong flavors. Above him, Sergio and Cristiano pants, taking unintentionally against any slightest movement of her tongue that passes from one to another, chasing the form of soft spikes.
hyperventilation.
Sergio is hyperventilating. Fernando knows that his particular way of breathing, which is the most exciting singing hallelujah that heaven can imagine. He would like to know if Christian is enjoying what Sergio. He needs to quantify on a scale of one to ten, trying to make a punticino Sergio always enjoy him more. Do not do it out of malice against him, he is just naturally think of to keep her man at the top of the pyramid. Continue to knead
with language, mixing with her saliva droplets of salty liquid that rise almost to every lunge. Li feels literally explode against his palate. Sergio pulls him abruptly and fold it back towards the mattress, as if to buttarglisi above and wild sex. For a moment, you forget to Cristiano and the rest of the world, but recovers quickly, and just as suddenly lets go to bed and looks at him with a pair of terrifying eyes.
Fernando wants to know if they had made an agreement before: they sound like alligators when they crawl between her legs open wide and they are specifically with the simple movement of the two heads.
Here, we now take in the mouth, and the world will end. Hears them breathing down there, hungry.
- Here I am. - Sergio blows. His head is lower, and Fernando knows what it refers to, and loses all possible restraint, began to cry louder and louder.
- Please! Please! -
At the same time as Christian's mouth closes around his glans, the language of Sergio goes inside of her opening a few inches, and Fernando literally takes fire.
- Oh, god! - Screaming, legs and melted my heart that beats with incredible ferocity in every vein of her body.
Those two do not know what they are doing. I do not know that cruelty is a terrible blow and fuck with the tongue at the same time, I do not know that what we are trying is the closest experience the ecstasy I've ever experienced. Sergio comes and goes crazy with her tongue from her hole impossibly contract, while Chris plays with his erection, stimulating capriciously where he pleases. Now, from the navel to the knees Fernando is completely congested feeling of power, until it all becomes too unbearable, and the last drop of lucidity he rather die in his desperate cry. Cristiano
deviates face at the last minute, while Sergio accompanying undaunted to the end of the longest and most incredible orgasm of her life. Comes on board long and dense that the shake and make him lose track of space. Fernando clings to the mattress, we plant in the nails, shouts, while his cum splashing up to the clavicles.
is reduced to a rag, poor thing. He stayed there, curled up on the blankets crumpled to moan, her legs still invaded by the presence of Sergio and Christian kiss here and there that the thighs and knees.

- all right? - Sergio question, his voice full of concern and affection. Fernando is able to nod and laugh, because he does not know what else to do in those conditions. If you take him and throws him out of bed, could not even lift his arms to save face.
- It's not over. - Warns Christians. - We have not yet had our share. -
- Maybe it is not the case. It is really exhausted. -
- Not at all. In my opinion, has a craving. -
- You think so? I do not know, you better ask him. Fernando, you feel like continue for us? -

Frankly, Fernando would like to just close your eyes and fall asleep as found, naked and nicely warmed by two divine body. If you want to continue only for a sense of duty towards them, he knows that would not hold more than a minute. But Sergio has triggered something in his head, saying "for us." The image formed in the mind of Nando is a moment of unearthly perfection in which he, along with Sergio and Chris reach orgasm, signaling a new frontier of the concept of hedonism.
not know where he is finding the strength to do so, but you pull up a seat. Sergio the system on all fours in the middle of the bed, then sits down in front and pulls him up, leaning only on his knees, and allows him to hold on to. Nando
squints to make sense of the situation before him, Sergio is, with his eye sex, and his family so excite him stroking his testicles. Behind, there is Christian who enjoys spending a finger up and down between her buttocks, slowly, very gently.
- I take the oil, wait. - Sergio
leans back, grabs the vial of oil and passes it to Christian bypassing his shoulder. Fernando ears tend to be able to perceive the moment when Christ crushes the gun and squeezes out a dose of gel-scented fruit. Unconsciously, they contract the buttocks, anticipating what is to come. Cristiano wets everything down there. She starts to draw the circles around its opening, which most are closer to the center, the more they do panting hard. He sticks two fingers up through the bottom, and Fernando meows and plant their fingers in the back of Sergio, look for a little 'comfort against him. Look in any way go against his abdomen with the pelvis, not give a damn to look pathetic and again on the brink orgasm after coming just a few minutes before.
- Sh, sh. - Sergio calms him stroking his hair tenderly, as if he does go to sleep, and Fernando is able to recover at least some 'self-control.
- What do you want me? - Application. Only once they stop what they were doing and look at her as a jar of raspberry jam, Fernando realizes that both the high school exit the application.
- What do you want? - Reiterates Sergio, fascinated. - It's really easy, niño. We'll get you a one in front of and behind e mentre quello dietro ti scoperà a dovere, quello davanti si spingerà l’uccello in bocca. A turno, ovviamente. –
Fernando spalanca gli occhi, sperando di muoverli a compassione, ma qualcosa, dentro di lui sta gridando “sì, sì, sì, assolutamente sì”. Cristiano gli divarica le natiche e lo penetra a fondo. Lo afferra per il bacino e se lo schiaccia addosso fino all’ultimo benedetto centimetro della sua erezione, facendo stridere tutte le terminazioni nervose del suo corpo. Per assecondarlo, Nando deve piegarsi in avanti, dritto sul pube di Sergio che lo aspetta impaziente. Si sporca the chin and nose with sticky drops of preorgasmo, before eventually taking it into his mouth, and this time completely. Sergio
growls softly, and does something that heretofore had never done. She takes his head from the side, just below the ears, and gave it holds firm, moving him into his mouth as he wishes. It is not the only one to dictate the game: he and Christian are literally taking pieces of his body for use as sex toys. Fernando can not help but feel vaguely humiliated and subjugated, and this excites him from going crazy, wondering why it would be simply wrong.
slammed back and forth from Christ's hands and Sergio, sore from exertion, and head out again for the pleasure, looking all the way to snatch Sergio a moan of approval in addition, to understand how a Christian, what are the balances that regulate its climax, and if they like it or not feel the muscles tighten every time reaches the bottom. -
- Oh, Nando. - Sergio groans, slowly bending over him. Now do not take it anymore.
- Nando. - Echoes Christian. Fernando does not remember having ever heard the name.
Then a hand grabs his gender - does not know who he is, he can not understand where it comes from, all three are piled on top of each other and too excited to distinguish right from left - and starts masturbating furiously. Fernando cries, and begs to have more, and then get a second hand to stimulate the entire length.
And then a third.
And then a fourth.
And at that point, it's like being in zero gravity: every slightest movement, all three must be perfectly synchronized with those of others, not to blow it to pieces on its most beautiful. Christian goes inside to Fernando, which jumps forward and takes the entire penis in the mouth of Sergio, Shaking hands around his contract and he does back again and again and again and again so, ad infinitum, until Nando is almost deafened by the cries of their own and two others, and disbelief that it is physiologically possible to enjoy so much .
- Nando! -
- Fernando! Yes! -
- Nando! -
- Nando! -
two of them shouting his name and elect a center of the universe is little that he lacked mad. Fernando feels swept away by the violence of his orgasm, and simultaneously an absolute joy: Christ was completely buried inside him, and at the same time as he squirts his sperm into their hands, he is in, and Sergio filled his mouth with his seed almost suffocating.
His head spins, and finds himself in trouble a supine position, and tries to focus on a rhythm of breathing as normal as possible.

They definitely exaggerated.
Fernando is half dead, it hurts everywhere and certainly will not be able to get out of bed the next day, but the devil is for these things that you live.
for sex, and to slip in between the two men most beautiful in the world, hear their arms hot that weave on the sides, and be sure to belong to something absolutely exclusive.

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fic: You Sexy Thing

Title: You Sexy Thing
Author: Stateira
Beta: Noneeeee
Fandom
One Piece Characters / Pairing: Trafalgar Law / Eustass Kidd (hell yeah)
Rating :
NC17 Warnings:
Disclaimer: are not mine. I am from Oda. Oda is a fangirl, but damn, so I gladly gave his permission to write this kind of crap.
Note: This stuff here is written for the p0rn fest of fanfic_italia . The prompt is evil "Crossdressing". Many thanks to whoever suggested, I lit the day.


- You're the greatest thing in the world. - Law said the worst thing in the world.
But he said it with such solemn feeling that Kidd threatened to blush. It would not be bad if it happened: the burgundy-red blush would emphasize further its cheeks.
Trafalgar made a half turn around to him, to reiterate what was actually found him wonderful: if you enjoyed treacherous with eyes like embers off only at the surface. From beneath the pleated skirt saw a flash of the powerful legs of his favorite guinea pig. He could have bet that any woman in the world would kill to have legs like this: tonic, completely hairless, as straight trunks. It was not just the eyebrows: Eustass Kidd did not have a damn hair all over his body, but that kind of fire that had set on his head. Although Kidd was not able to pass a day without playing dice in his life, his body was explosive, indestructible.
- Why. Am. Tanned. Just like that - Kidd screamed. His face was so large that almost the entire face cut in half.
But there was little to be threatening, in a canottierina lace, complete with a neckline that offered a dizzying view of all nothing compared to the cosmic. The
flying goggles, as he had left to take them to him. But he demanded in return that put the blush.
- Why are rigged like a girl?!? - Exploded in all its indignation. Law
But more than just looked at him compassionately.
- Come on, you put a pencil under the eyes and the lipstick on the mouth. Not I see what changes a little 'color on the cheeks. -
- Change how! So are ridiculous! -
- Eustass, you're the most beautiful woman in the world. Instead get a reason. -
Well, frankly Kidd had some difficulty coming to terms with being the best pussy on the planet. It was not what to think about when make-up mouth with a thick layer of lipstick, at least. But he knew that if she called out, would only have made the happiness of the wicked. Trafalgar Law

measured with large strides the distance that separated him from the couch on which clothes were thrown practices Kidd, along with a couple of nautical charts and other stuff of his favorite band. To look good, now that he had on him, even those were too masculine. A pair of pants and a fur sash trip? Studs apart, were also a treat to him Hankock.
motioned for him to go to him. Repeated it to him, since he had Eustass proudly planted in the middle of the cabin and did not want to move. Three times.

- You're ruining the best moment of my life. - Warned him, with a charge control perfectly cracked voice.
- I'll kill you, Trafalgar. -
. Later you will fail and groped. But now you're mine. - By its disproportionate
katana, glared beneath the lower edge of the tank and pulled him close, not even snatch a little girl to dress that Kidd was wearing. She looked into his eyes, intently, with his beatific smile, satisfied that Kidd would never, ever wanted to know what other opportunities uncovered. Slipped the tip of the sword under the hem of her skirt and made her turn over sluggishly.
- I'm sure you do not understand anything about me, at this time. - Muttered, concentrated. - You must be thinking that I like a man dressed as a woman because I'm crazy like a cat to sea. Wait, wait, I know you're thinking it's trying to humiliate you taste. -
Kidd had to grab the blade with bare hands and avoid it from the point dangerously close to his leg where he was, but the anticipated Law, tricked his fingers with a swirling and cut a tiny shred of cloth.
- Not so. - Said very quietly, almost imperceptibly. - It is not. Tu me off your breath because I know that beneath that skirt there the ass of a man, and there are balls of a man and a man's penis. And you know, I love everything that's in you man. -
course, just say things as I told him, because Kidd's body went into consonance with his demands, and sell its icy katana. Of course.
- You're excited. - Notes mildly Law. It was never a good sign when "stated meekly." - I do not want to have sex with you. You'll ruin the trick and I should take off your clothes. As a good, Eustass, be content. -
Damn, damn, damn. The sword
adhered to the plate and began to rub his erection with the force of friction between the metal dry and the meat a little too moist. Kidd gave a groan surprised, but could not move, while Law was there to look at him with narrowed eyes and fingers to his mouth that held an imaginary cigarette.
The blade became hot almost immediately. Despite its length and its weight, the Law handled masterfully and managed to rub all over. Kidd, however, had a big problem with his speech, very concentrated and relaxed at the same time: it was so obvious that the same manufacturing obscenity crazy, in that his head is sick and is not surprised at all to be able to only come to that idea.
And not even surprised that Law to accompany him with a groan involved, when smeared with semen skirt.

Before we get to feel shame for having let masturbate rationally by a young lady dressed as a sword, had already ripped off those rags. Stark naked, he decided that no, his dignity was not yet fully defeated. He folded his arms across his chest, pretending that the last minutes of his life had never passed.
rolled Law his eyes briefly, but flew with astonishing patience on the ability of Kidd's always spoil the ending of the festival.
- Now you want to go out of my ship, Trafalgar? -
- Do not want the post-sex cuddling? -
- Which sex?!? -

The moment he said that Kidd wanted to take a fight on its own. But a little voice somewhere in his head, pointed out that, if nothing else, that means that a sentence was a true man.

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Blame it on the Coke

Title: Blame it on the Coke
Author: Stateira
Beta: Noneeeee (but koorime_yu gave a peek informal.
Fandom RPF Football - English National
Characters / Pairing: Iker Casillas / Carles Puyol (always question of Puyillas)
Rating: NC17
Warnings:
Disclaimer: I am not my . Carles belongs to Catalonia, and Iker belongs to Carles. I do not own a pug dog and imagination.
Notes: This stuff here is written for the p0rn fest of fanfic_italia . The prompt is evil "Madrid de mierda" ... Excuse me? ". Usually I hate to leave in the original language words or expressions of the characters, but in this case there was so outrageously good that I did. Do not hate me.



I really like the colors of Barcelona. In that city there is only one sun that gives life to every blade of grass, every house, every waste paper thrown on the street.
But they like this alone.
right, Barcelona in the summer is the summer than in any other part of the world, but given that Iker is not particularly fond of the seasons, Madrid continues to be much better.
just can not say it out loud. It can not, because it is very attached to his balls, and as promised everything for the better, a little later rather use them for their own and others' satisfaction, rather than see them fly out the window.
No, to be honest Barcelona was also something else that loves Iker. Very, very much, especially when it is almost the end of August, and the heat forced him to turn the house wearing a pair of claret shorts clinging to her hips in a very precarious.
- But they do not have cords, those pants? - Chuckles, pointing to the bottom of the bottle of iced Coca Cola in his hand. Carles
sits down with him and closes her eyes, as if he were very tired. - No. - whispers, dry place. His accent round, in all strokes, makes him smile slightly. - They had, but Quechua is eaten them. - Iker
frowns. Carles bay there, a vague smile does not leave understand if he is joking or serious. You bring the bottle to the face, sighs of relief and enjoy some thrills on the chest. Iker
also enjoys her chills sees them fall from the neck to the collarbone, and focus all around the nipples. A press him, earning him a sidelong glance full of interest.
- I find it difficult to resist, if I turn around such a short dress. - Admits, showing a lot of fun. - It is not fair on your part.
- Why should I be loyal to the captain of our most bitter rivals? -
- You're cruel. The World is over ten minutes, and you're already here and think about how to beat us first game useful, mh? -
At that moment, the eyes of Carles go out for a moment, as if he had come within a power failure.
- ... You are more cruel to me. - Mumbles. Iker hectic lives for a moment of horror in which he tries to think about how to remedy the shit he said. Carles with the grace of a delay certainly calculated.
- Hey, do not look like that. We're grown men, let it be. -
Iker's jumps on him for more relief for real desire to have sex, but the body is easily on his way to sweep away the heavy thoughts, cancerous. Carles is already excited to death: responding to kiss almost every bite. Iker
winks and caresses the bare back of generous portions that can be achieved. His ass is down there waiting for him, only two or three feet further down to where it is now, but the road along its spine is worth to be covered with the handbrake on.
Press the index higher on the vertebrae, and begins to descend along the column, and Carles arches and cries. Each step that exceeds your finger appears to be the last, and instead the end never comes, and Carles is now clinging to his life and growls if you can please make a move.
No problem.
Kick off your pants dry with a gesture, too strong: Carles want to enjoy it slowly emerges from under the boxer with the concentration it deserves a sunrise. Ends of strip him smiling to hide the emotion that tickles your stomach. The great thing about the abdomen of Carles is that there are square miles of leather to bite, and that while he does he is totally absorbed by the scratches of the teeth, and do not even notice by mistake if a hand slips elsewhere, retrieves the bottle of Coca resting on the floor and pulls up.

- Ah! - Cries suddenly, splashing around like a cat when the frosted glass strikes the side. - Ah, what the fuck, madrileño de mierda. -
- Please ...? - Carles
opens his eyes and sticks out a little 'lip cupped, as if he had prepared his apology on the tip of the teeth. Iker does not feel offended. It is so dazed and amused - amused to death, but really - from what Carles said, he can not move a muscle. Besides those the forehead, the eyebrows that you are driving behind the neck.
Carles, this time going to talk seriously, and Iker then feel doverglielo prevent at all costs. Grabs him, laughing heartily, but his grip is anything but soft.
- I have not heard, repeat what you said? -
- I ran, I did not say that-! -
- No no no, seriously, repeat! I can not believe you have really called me that! -

Now, now, are his legs Carles: opens them to him before he has time to react, galvanized by the obstinacy of pride Carles, for once.
His guilt for doing so apostrophised disappear in the short time it takes to Iker seppellerglisi in until the last centimeter.
A long sigh of adoration and perfect, all-encompassing enjoyment beats in the chest, smiling Iker doing that, well, what man in the world would not be so flattered and so primordial to express their sexual performance? Adora
exhausted for as long as possible, and this time especially if it really deserves. Madrid gave him the shit, stuff you would not believe.
stuff you would not believe, it's exciting as hell. God, he is to bite the face, neck, chest, everything, and show him who he deserves a little 'respect.
- my God, Iker! -
Later, later. That here someone is already learning the lesson.

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pescara @ 2011-02-06T20: 17:00

For many, many cold and cloudy day today - the first sunny and warm Sunday. Could not help but go for a walk. Immediately after dinner - on the sea! Our path runs along the embankment of the river, which is used as a dock for fishing boats. That's like the first picture, are used for catching sea scallops. These giant "scoops" scrape on the bottom and sifting the sand, collect shells with scallops.



Each ship has its own name. Very often they are called in honor of their parents. Here like this - in honor of his mother, Elvira:

Or this one - in honor of his father Nikola:



And this is the name of Zeus, but apparently his boss - Communist, about What does a bright red star ...



And three more pictures, just like that, with a walk:

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One Step Closer

Title: One Step Closer
Author: Stateira
Beta Nu
Fandom: RPF Soccer, Real Madrid - Chelsea FC (chances are good that for a while 'go Liverpool continue to write)
Characters / Pairing: Sergio Ramos / Fernando Torres - Go to Serna
Warnings: angst going. Angst going. But it is pucciosina from. No, wait, it's angst.
Rating: stuff for all
Notes: This little thing was born largely from koorime_yu even if she does not know. Damn hats with ear flaps.




- Hey. -
- Hey. Hello. -
Fernando is always embarrassed when the phone. His voice sounds as if he had sixteen years and was calling the classmate who love it with the excuse of tasks. Sergio, however, seems made to record phone calls erotic and a little 'likes to feel in your ears the sullen voice of Nando calling him when it's dinner time in Madrid, and Liverpool to go to bed.

- Did you hear? - Application, with some anxiety, but also with what's astonished when it comes to him.
Sergio has been sitting in his living room chair black, his feet stretched well forward. Television beats the colored lights on the news that repeats old news of a million years that he is not paying attention. At that moment, turned to the doors, to soothe your eyes with the sky of Madrid, as solemn as the blue uniform of a sailor.
not only at night: the dark clouds scattered over the roofs of the buildings have the same color of blueberries, telling the fantasies that he could understand if it was more a child. Suddenly, he was wearing a melancholy wer that freezes your fingertips. To hear them again, should make the phone against the ear. Strong, stronger than ever.
- Yes and no. - Answered, evasively. - Here turn many voices. I was waiting for your call to hear from you. - Fernando
started, on the other side. Intruder in the distance that separates them sizzle by the phone's microphone, but can not to find the right words. They are there, but they are poor and inadequate to explain everything that is going through. Sergio
imagine that among them there is a tiny tube stretched between their phones. If you could spy on us in, would be able to see lips nervously Fernando disappear and reappear behind the row of white teeth. Would you tell him he can hear all the noise that is in his head he hears through the headset, your ear back the miles of land and sea between them and rests just above her, feels distinctly beyond the veil the temples, the chaos that whispers in with the voice of the tires on the asphalt, and bombs, and chain pulling, and boiling water.

Sergio expecting that phone call from the day.
waiting to hear the obvious from Fernando, and a little 'is flattered the privilege of knowing things by his voice, rather than from newspapers. It was not always been nice, not really, but it means a lot, when your name is written on the back of a shirt. The news
screams something about the bad weather that is lashing the Balearic Islands, but the meaning of those words bouncing him with Sergio before he could penetrate his armor anesthetic. Journalists always seem to give a portrait so hysterical and crackling of the things that Sergio sometimes difficult to find himself in the post-match news of sports broadcasting. He wonders vaguely if the Balearic Islands are truly under siege by the fury of a hurricane, or if he was just raining. Here in Madrid the sky is clean and the air is cold, dense air that is determined by the Atlantic Ocean.
- I go to Chelsea. - Fernando
nearly makes him wince. Sergio is a surprising show of hands in the air, as if a moment before had been about to surround the shoulders of Fernando appoggiarselo chest and watch TV with him. Madrid, suddenly, it cools a bit '.
- So it's true. - Whispers, without a particular tone of voice. Nando knows that, at that time, it needs to be reassured, even if the signature is already on contract and there is nothing to talk about really. Fernando

often embraced him with a grudge, and whispered: "I do not like Liverpool," then let him go and talk to reporters, he smiled disarmingly and said: "At Liverpool I feel at home."
lied in both cases, Sergio knows this. Liverpool has always been the El Dorado of his dreams. There he found the rain, and the gray porphyry road that climbed up and up in the sky, but if the pleasure was made for the sake of that blood red shirt that had filled the mouth of the future.
"win, I'll make it, conquer, will score, I'll play, I'll go, I will."
Gently, Liverpool had eaten her hair blonde. In that city, as Fernando lived in the arms of a lover banal, who could neither satisfy nor make him smile, and then paid him, like all fools, because they paid him handsomely to continue to be a fairy tale. There had been lost, or at least that was what he liked to think of jealousy.
Yes, it makes no sense raccontarsela: Sergio was waiting for that phone for years now.
- ... What do you think? - Nando's request, without even groped to hide the anxiety.
Sergio smiles, and takes care of snorting into the microphone to make him feel. - I think if you're convinced of your choice, this will be a wonderful opportunity to let everyone see what you're worth. -
- You sound like in interviews. I do not like. -
- Mh. You're right. But I think it seriously. -
Incoraggiare Nando dà grandi soddisfazioni, ma Sergio preferisce di gran lunga farlo quando ce l’ha davanti in carne ed ossa, perché solo così può vedere le sue guance che si increspano come pasta sfoglia mentre lui sorride. Si ricorda di quando vedeva le sue fotografie sui giornali spagnoli, ai tempi dell’Atlético: c’era quella faccia da scolaretto, troppo irragionevolmente innocente per essere di un calciatore, che guardava proprio lui dalle pagine lucide e sovraccariche di colori. Gli era triste pensare che quel viso soffice sarebbe stato violentato dalle rughe nel giro di pochi anni.
Vai a sapere cosa ti combina il destino; against all odds the most remote, it was found to live near the changes of Fernando, and find, not without surprise, that the expression lines on the cheeks and around the eyes make it even more delicious, more child .

- London is very well connected with Madrid. - Fernando says suddenly, so precipitous that Sergio understands that there had always been there, stuck in the throat from the start of the call. - Much better than Liverpool. There are plenty of flights every day. -
- Really? - Respond to and take a moment to gather ideas. At that point, you know, would add a phrase in effect, something like "then I come off immediately," or "there is no real distance between us." Stupid stuff, in short, made to feel good stuff.
But Fernando did not leave him. Starts to freewheel: - It will be easier to see, if only for a day. No calls, no dramas in the event of cancellation, there are many alternatives. Can we really be together even though we have only an afternoon, and improvise at any time. -
- Nando, I missing. - He feels
swallow a bubble of air inside the last words he was about to say. He stopped for not feeling well to repeat that Fernando is a bit 'closer now, but that has not returned home. It is just a flight, but no feet, wings and men do not have them. The fact that the wings he needs to reach are not stuck to his back, but they are artificial, made of iron, and put the infernal noise of a prosthesis, it only means that there are still too far away.
Now is sure to unlock this phone call, before the end of both his stomach knotted.
Fernando, no longer speaks. Is gathering to himself all that is precious contain those words, to be able to live up to the next plane back to Madrid, which God willing will not be among many.
- You too. - He says softly, almost mumbling incomprehensible. - I want to be with you on divanone, embraced under the rug. -
- The plaid. - Sergio chuckles. - Yes, it's really cold in recent days. Hey, London is a bit 'hotter than Liverpool? -
- Macchi - Nando replies with a snort.
- So, I'll give you a hat. Of those with ear flaps, made of hair. What do you say? -
Fernando, at that point, would laugh and ask him who bought him with the cheerleader. Instead, it remains silent for a moment before answering.
- I love it. - Says, with solemn and utterly flattered that voice of a child who feels Sergio stringerglisi ribs in the chest and squeeze the lungs, and he was saying the wrong thing of all.
- You'd fine. Oh, god, I miss you so much, I niño. I want you here with me. -
Fernando replied: - I miss you so much too. - Her voice is filled with tears, and behold, it all fell apart. Madrid suddenly implodes into a web of lights. He feels more beautiful, more beautiful than ever, especially since it is just looking at it, can not show it to Nando, and he knows that moment of inexplicable beauty does not come back. Sergio
feel a fool, and try a great tenderness for her man, who is there on the other side of the phone to be come the eyes swollen and red, and for himself, who has clung to the stomach the diaphragm and pride not to cry.
- Hey, do not you cry. - He says, but now Fernando can only repeat that he misses so much, as if he could do about it. A little 'hate him when he claim of miracles as if they were hugging. What then, in their case, the miracle is the embrace itself, makes him sick.
Now, the fur hat with ear flaps is the thing that Fernando wants most in the world. He feels that if not will die of cold in the night English. He quit everything to go there to buy one of a light color, the hazelnut, hop on a plane and take the lead in the first it is too late.

- I guess I can not do it, Sergio. -
- Dai. You only upside to the change. -
- No, no. It's just that I want to touch you. -
The microphone produces a thud, and a moment of silence means that Nando has placed a finger. So does Sergio. But it is useless, if not to feel even more stupid.
- I'm touching, Nando. Hear that? -
- No. I feel just the plastic of the phone. -
- I'm here, behind the microphone. -
- Oh, my god, this is horrible. The microphone has a grid. It is as if I were inside a cage. -
- I do not know how to make you feel that I'm there with you. I miss you. Really, I miss you, I have no words to tell you what I feel. I miss you. -
At this point, would it be to say hello and hang up. Fernando is the breath of liquid, distorted by distance, but unmistakable.
- Come see me in London recently. Promise. -
- I promise. -
- Promise, Sergio. -
- I promise. -

Madrid out of the window, asks him not to leave him. But now, it's only at night.

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crow and the fox.

Examining the book, came across a tutorial for Literature in Grade 9. Opened and the first thing that caught my eye - a fable "The Crow and the Fox" in the translation of VK Trediakovsky, the court poet of Empress Anna Ivanovna, the creator of the new Russian poetry. Impressed. His heavy-handedness ...

Nowhere Raven carry the cheese part of the event;

on a tree so took off, something to love.

thereof Lisitsa wanted to eat here;

order domochsya b, heads to such flattery:

Voronov beauty, feathers that are near,

And it has also praised veschbu,

«Right - he says - a bird-mail you

Zevsovoyu vpredki, bude your voice for themselves

And hear the songs, kindness of all your dignity. "

Crow lifted up praise, mnya themselves decently,

started, how much can be louder, Krakau and screaming,

To praise the latest get a stamp;

But thus out of his nose dissolved

fell on the ground that the cheese. Liska emboldened

Onoyu greed, said to the laughter:

«Всем ты добр, мой Ворон; только ты без сердца мех».

 

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fere dat poenas turpi poenitentia.

Cum de fenestra corvus raptum caseum

comesse vellet, celsa residens arbore,

vulpes hunc vidit, deinde sic coepit loqui:

«O qui tuarum, corve, pennarum est nitor!

Quantum decoris corpore et vultu geris!

Si vocem haberes, nulla prior ales foret».

At ille stultus, dum vult vocem ostendere,

emisit ore caseum, quem celeriter

dolosa vulpes avidis rapuit dentibus.

Tum demum ingemuit corvi deceptus stupor

 

 

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February 1, 2009


Два года назад was enthroned Patriarch Cyril. The website "Orthodoxy and the World" posted a remarkable collection of photographs - that day I have with him was just rather weak dish soap, pictures received any, although I stood very close to the solea (who does not know I was a delegate-miryankoy from the Italian congregations). Thanks to these photos - again relive grandeur and solemnity of the event! That is only one did not show the photographer, or maybe just did not want - the doctors, on duty in the corridor ... Doctors and protection of working professionally, I was involuntarily forced to watch them ...

www.pravmir.ru/intronizaciya-patriarxa-kirilla-kak-eto-bylo/

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excellent test for understanding!

fifth day I can not speak - The seams on the front teeth (sorry for the details, it was understandable that ...), I communicate with home gestures, mooing, and through the scriptures on a sheet:)

first day, no one did not realize at the end of the second day revealed trends:


husband - also grunts in reply, as I obshaetsya me gestures:) I find it funny - is it having such a large dependence on me? That is my ailments so contagious? "I put it to his personality? I write to him: "Why are you talking about gestures, too? You also can not pronounce the word? "laughs in response. Says it is against his will. Aaaaaa ....

daughter - honestly trying to guess what I'm asking her and that I say, trying to understand, build their own version of loud, but it turns out with the fourth attempt, and not before.

son - the first gesture of understanding and polumychaniya. Immediately sets the correct questions that I need to answer only "yes" or "no", that is to nod your head ... Thank you, my little big man (13 years old, one with my height and foot size 43 if that ...)!

excellent test for understanding, I would say, if it were not so painful:)

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Two dates in one day.


Today is Holocaust Remembrance Day and day of the final lifting of the siege of Leningrad. Of course, me living a few years in St. Petersburg and knowledgeable witnesses of those terrible days, closer to the second date. In Europe you can often hear from anyone who knows of a blockade that had nothing to keep the resistance, we had to give up and voila! no hunger, no casualties. How would shifting the blame for the casualties on the attackers to defenders ... Absurdity of some!

very first date does not go unnoticed in Italian schools. Parents ask consent to view their own minor children of documentary films about the horrors of Auschwitz. Read testimonies of sufferers ... My youngest yesterday gave the job to write the poetic text (read - verse) about the Holocaust. After all, what she had heard and seen enough, here's what happened:

NOT FORGET TO REMEMBER, DO NOT FORGET TO ...

Remember not to forget the dreams of the people killed.

And maybe that girl with the doll,

Where has imprisoned all his memories,

now burned in the past.

Remember not to forget

That girl or boy without a name,

but only with a number printed on the arm,

filled with tears of sorrow, because

already pulled all of their few rights.

Remember not to forget the humble

run by a woman cries,

No longer a woman because she removed her modesty,

Forced from around the world to work more like a not

woman but as a man

Do not forget to do not happen again in this world

Why enjoy the extermination

is something inert and mostly unheard of.

27/01/2011 ; Sofia.

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Unfortunately, the Coliseum has been closed ...

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January 9 had to go to Rome. K We came to say goodbye to our former (oh, it is hard to say so) Master - Archbishop Innocent. We went with my daughter, farewell, it was sad. But then managed to pass through the streets of Rome. In St Peter's got - more precisely, on the roof (elevator + 320 stairs !!!). There I visited the first time. Loved it, despite the haze, covered the eternal city. During the next post will set a couple of pictures Coliseum and surrounding area.


1. one of the entrances to the Cathedral


2. View of the Tiber from the one on the stairs okonets

3. View from inside the observation deck at the dome interior cathedral


4. But this view of the Russian Orthodox Church in the name of Catherine the Great from the dome of St. Peter. The lord gave a great "reverse" image - from the tower (look closely, it is clearly visible) on the dome of the Vatican. Our church is on the territory of the Russian embassy and that she was not above the dome of St. Peter, had to demolish hill at ten meters. Recently, incidentally, went on Russian television film about the construction of this temple.


5. That's how it looks up close.


6. Gardens of the Vatican

7.Gerb

8. Well, finally, a simple foot Roman dove at St. Peter's Square.

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pescara @ 2011-01-25T09: 20:00

This morning I looked list of victims - familiar names did not see (thank God). List of the dead, like, not yet. But it is clear that I am no better than all these people, they just scared "Bad luck", but they were at that moment in that place, I found this Saturday on the road where the car, terrified whistle brakes, stopped 20 cm away from me. I looked at this forthcoming white bonnet and took a half step back, realizing that even the move will not save me from falling. The car stopped. In That Saturday I was on the street of Pescara, in this Monday, I was not at Domodedovo, but this does not mean that I'm better than those people and I deserve to live, but they do not. All They had the same hope for the best, like me, someone was kind me, someone prettier, someone infinitely more talented than me. How do feel sorry for you all, God is with you! It hurts!

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Fortuna

Title: Fortuna Red
Author: Stateira
Beta: Noneeeee
Fandom
Original Characters / Pairing: M / M
Rating: NC17
Notes: This stuff here is written for the p0rn fest of fanfic_italia . The prompt is evil "cigarette burns".



Doukas so that Victor wants to stop smoking his Lucky Red crap while he's sucking cock as much as enthusiasm may, nestled on the couch at home. Mumbles disapprovingly every time I hear exhale the smoke with more satisfaction than it does for some wriggle particularly guessed his tongue.
- Go ahead. - Victor says, kindly, but with hand falls like a guillotine on the neck of Doukas and forced him to sit still so far from sweet. Doukas not even think about it, to stop: just the tip of my tongue felt the unmistakable taste of the droplets of pre-orgasm, salted and intoxicants. Additionally, the consistency of the establishment of Victor has softened slightly, an unmistakable sign that is to come. The way getting to know someone really well and make oral sex. Do not you imagine the amount of shades of grimaces, groans and reactions that can take on a male body with a tongue wrapped around the bird.
Victor, in addition, we add the smoke, the smell and with sudden bursts of the wrist, when he has to shake off the ashes.
He does not particularly bother, it's more his roommate Danish complains about the smell of cigarette that is left to pollute the apartment after Victor had his orgasm. No, he's not here nothing annoys, Victor, on the contrary: when can sleep there for him, he likes that it fits in the ashy sheets wrapped in the smell of his fortunes. It enables you to fantasize about being a lying demon, a jinn by the skin of fire.
Doukas was born twenty-four years ago, but there seems to be forever. Besides, is greek, and everything that is greek has always existed. It is like the greek olive oil, and Victor will never learn to pronounce his name as it should, with the final that they just can not grind his teeth. You the whole atmosphere, though, because its appearance is not that good Hellenic is rather small, black, black hair, but has the pale skin and fine features, cream, as if it would interfere with his presence. He has a habit of frown, and is able to express almost any emotion in thousands of different ways. His specialty is the inappropriate sarcasm, such as when it interrupts a stunning blow to complain: - Please, you must turn off the cigarette? -
speaks English quite well, although it tends to express itself in a somewhat 'school like all students of languages.

Victor shows no sign of having heard. He wants to come too, and after that wants to strip Doukas badly and return the favor by folding against the back of the sofa to get your knees on the cheek. Perhaps, then, could have sex free of the compulsive rush of the first orgasm, and then he would enjoy that little body greek agile as ivy, that one day of the first three months occurred before saying, "The examination Contemporary History I do it just because you're the assistant professor. "
- Oooooh, Doukas. -
Victor is not a type of many words, and when it should be simply does it. He presses the palm on the forehead of Doukas to recline up, so that your palate will become a perfect wall to sink against the latest pressures tightened before splashing. He, however, has English as its fortunes, and has a bitch face, from apathetic, because they simply know the story so well from living outside of time, like a guy specialized in reading the policy page of newspapers. He turned thirty a month ago, but Doukas said that he has twenty-seven, just for the sake of lying.
raised him with dismissive gestures, but without malice. I want to do harm in a moment, still panting with my heart in my throat for swallowing, because it is just by looking in that state he can have it come back hard in a minute. While
tirarselo embraces life to the side, a thought pierced his head that take students home is immoral. Who smoke marijuana together is illegal. What, in short, the only acceptable thing in all this is that two consenting adult men and have sex.

Doukas has always triumphant expression when it believes it really did enjoy. The trouble is that it has a great intuition. Idly, Victor with his arms around him and does what he does best, that fill their world with the smell of spices and the torrid heat of his gestures. He does squatting like a puppy, belly, and Doukas already trembling to the anticipation. It's a little pervert who goes mad for Victor of his nationality, rather than the person he is, but that does not matter to him, because for that day three months before he decided that he would fell in love with him. drown face between the legs of Doukas and breathe deeply of the smell strong, hormone of sex. She kisses him on the very root of the penis, rubbing his chin just dimpled the short beard, and Doukas is already in heaven, judging from the screams that hunt. The skin of her thighs is white, and it is his, and is so buttery and smooth does not even seem like a man, and he would, would ...

- Shit! - Doukas screams indignantly. - I've burned, it hurts! - Victor

bites his lower lip as a sign of remorse, but the damage is done, and is not repentant at all. The purple dot Doukas printed on the skin, just at the point where the buttock curve inwards to hide her luscious little hole, is proof of the crime, and the butt of Fortune is still hot the murder weapon.

- I'm sorry. - Purr, knowing well what it's like her voice its beautiful, if some of the lower tone. Doukas looks at him with a look that would be severe, but the way in which readjusts the couch is clear that would only continue to be fucked with his tongue, burning or not burning. Victor puts it to him in without ceremony, making large movements with his head as he pleases, and Doukas cries, and has already forgotten everything.

If we put enough effort, then you can convince him that it was an accident.

Outfits For Lola Luftnagle

Let's play Red Hot


There are a Fiat Punto, Opel Corsa and a Lamborghini Gallardo lined up side by side, and you must choose what is the best of the three. There are flowers of statistics that reward Fiat for the low consumption of the engine, the Opel and the relationship between space and interior space.
So voted. Vote on. Choose which of these three cars deserve the prize.

Messe ironies aside, the question of Golden Ball is just as easy to solve. There are
Messi, Xavi and Iniesta in the race for the title of best player in the world, and you must decide who is the best among the three. And who is metaphorically represented by Lamborghini of course, is not it? The difference between Iniesta and Xavi and Leo Messi is slightly less than stellar. The ancient Greeks would have called the first two "men" and third "hero." The men are there because we bring the heart, brain and muscles, the heroes succeed do so because they do.

raining seas of controversy left and right about this award, and frankly just do not understand why.
Condò Paul says plainly on the Journal today: "There is no question that Leo Messi is the milgior player in the world."
Eh. That's it, no? The prize for the best player in the world will go to the best player in the world is flawless. He cries because of the scandal
Leo Messi was not to win this award, should not own. It is so rotten that it might be best that you devote to them.
Licari has another gem in Serbian: "Recognize the absolute best, not the best of 2010. "
Ah, delicious sophistical by journalists to say something that, obviously, does not make sense.
"As troppissimo Messi is truly better than everyone else, we exclude it and give the Golden Ball this year to what not too pale by comparison." Barbie will be glad Cri, who ran to get the lamps before the gala.

Now, the rules for this award are a blessed little 'strange. No, because it seems to read here that it should win the prize for a force that during the year he won all winnable with his team. Ah. But so is an award that goes to the collective? If you have not won the championship at least a cup and you are automatically poor?
"Merit of the Liga and Barcelona, not Argentina," pontificates the Gazzottola.
No. No, no, no, no, we have not understood. Merit MESSI. You made that is good, not Argentina. Not Barcelona. When there is to reward the best team, discuss this issue again, but the Ballon d'Or is the prize awarded to the best player in the world. The player. gio.ca.to.re. the individual, the name on the jersey, two feet. A logical, if the best player in the world play in Terni, the Ballon d'rightful, and everything else is useless and rhetorically bla bla.

Where is written that the world champions must necessarily include the best player in the world? Okay, yes, we say it is theoretically possible, but this dictatorship of the psychological world is ridiculous. And it seems that South Africa has been forgotten in this year's Ballon d'Or, rather: there is and how, in so far as Iniesta did not deserve to win just because he scored the winning goal now nauseating, to the extent that there is no better than Xavi Sneijder in absolute terms, yet there he is, is the extent that Messi is a monster and deserves to be where there is not even with Argentina reached the top of the world.
then, the 11 proposed fab in the evening are pretty much the training that has taken a lot of slaps in the teeth from Portugal, and except for three whole Barbie Cri that for once he was on the right side of the Iberian Peninsula. There is also Casillas. Yes, yes, the one that reads Moccia and has taken five waves in the first match of the season seriously. You would have thought?
And then come and tell the world that has been ignored.
Mourinho has outperformed Del Bosque, and thank you very much, and if the campiooooooni the world have returned home empty-handed there is a reason, and no, kids, is not always because the world is ugly and bad.

So this year, the prize to the greatest footballer the world has gone to the greatest footballer in the world. Stuff you would not believe, I do not I make a right. Tonight I will not close my eyes thinking about how horrible life.
is not evil, never mind. That is, if you please, including the three I choose the Gallardo, eh?

I Had An X-ray And Computer Virus

like Mexico

Title: Hot like Mexico
Author: Stateira
Beta: Noneeeee
Fandom
Original Characters / Pairing: Alejandro / Fernando / Robert
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: Although original, the characters are not mine. What a sad thing. Needless to say, are taken from the song "Alejandro" of Lady Gaga, I did not write myself, although I would have liked. I love you, Gaga! COC
Notes: This stuff here is written for the p0rn fest of fanfic_italia . The evil prompt is "Do not call my name / I'm not your babe."



Brandy was first choice, but it was the only alcohol that was in the house, and Fernando did not like her at all take taste of wood. She asked him a soda ice, praying that Alejandro does not he come out with a of his usual comments about how it was baby.
Alejandro's house was probably the most beautiful city, with a view of Acapulco Bay as to bring tears to the eyes. The room had one wall made of glass, giving access to the terrace where they had dinner together almost every night, sometimes alone, with certain other hazardous friends of the landlord.
But this time, three of them were together again. Robert threw himself on one of ocher-colored leather sofas and watched them with his usual calm and amused expression, which is particularly illuminating whenever Fernando showed signs of unease and impatience.

They were in secret once a week, without her, to make their game. Since they discovered each other, came quite naturally, jealousy and the sense of competition had not even ever born among them. Was bound to mean that things with her, were already a disaster. They had their consulates
little desire to live at least finding some 'dignity of the one between the legs of the other. It was not a question of money, but of heart, despite Alejandro was the only one of them to have a salary - and salary - and do not settle for the maintenance of luxury. Pride you shut up with two thousand dollars in cash, but the real issue is sex, knowing that doing so those two thousand dollars is really the only reason why the rise pants. There is no pleasure, no interest, nothing.

In the end, the pleasure and interest he was discovered in their little exclusive club, where she had as the rain outside the window, and Alejandro for this often pause to look at along the sky.
And Fernando was tired of staying to listen to his crap on her, that among them was almost over and that she and her fucking cigarettes would be gone soon. And Roberto
watched them with a wax melancholy, because he knew to be the number three for everyone. He was the strongest, not her, she did not know what the hell to do with his life, and every other day was going to cry one or the other, pretending to be a strong woman who was not threatening to leave them when the love ' only thing that could seriously threaten them was to starve them. Fernando, after all, he understood her frustration, because he shared on the other side of the river, could boast of being one with which she had cut off the hard way.
Alejandro was the only who still believe it: we had such a fear of being caught with his hands in his pants that if Fernando is married too soon.

Fernando hated his cowardice. He adjusted the collar of pure white linen shirt and went to sit with Robert in his arms, displaying a series of isospiri calcolatissimi what was comfortable there with him. Robert let him do as usual. On second thought, was a mystery why he, who had that so docile, he could put them both under the most natural. Fernando opened his legs and allowed him to shove his fingers in tight pants and friction the penis with the index. He groaned and shot a look at Alejandro fire. Roberto
stripped him completely, even socks. She put the twins of his shirt, which were a gift from her on the carpet, far enough away not to step on it. It took even his own, while Fernando was spread on the couch, right between her legs. It was the only completely naked, Roberto had kept his shirt unbuttoned her, and the rest to get sucked by him was not necessary to remove it. He stood still, waiting patiently for Fernando to take the place of his competence in his thighs and petting while distracted by a few caresses her hair. His encouragement produced some grumbling load of anticipation. Fernando shook the foundation of his fully erect penis between the thumb and forefinger, sliding in a puff the delicate skin that covered it. He licked his lips already hot, and put his tongue flat on any surface he could play. Robert stopped to pet it back with a groan to abandon completely satisfied and relaxed, and just then a gentle tinkle announced that Alejandro had thrown on the table her twins. Roberto spied him, concentrated, and analyzed the position of Fernando, his legs hanging awkwardly on the arm of the sofa and all of its trunk which moved back and forth to lick Roberto.

The system as preferred, making him bend his knees under the bust. Fernando weakly protested because he was missing the clutch of the couch, the only contact that would give a little 'to relieve his erection. Alejandro did not allow him to move, in fact, pushed his head on the groin of Robert, forcing him to take it all in her mouth. While he thanked him with a groan sound, he settled in behind Fernando knee, poised, quietly contemplating his ass fully exposed to him.
- Tell me it is. - Robert whispered.
- Magnificent, as always. - Replied dryly.
At that moment, Fernando turned the corner of my eye, and provocation with liquid look, full of need. His face was all red arrogant to stress and excitement, and every bird suck the shape of Robert protruded from under his cheek, enveloped by a thick sheath. Alejandro's pressed a finger on his left shoulder, and from there he made a slow start and precisely along the spine, following the waves formed by the up and down his spine. Fernando whimpered and almost stepped away from the mouth of Robert the penis, trying to arch as much as possible to follow the electric wave triggered by the touch of Alejandro.
- Come on! - Gasped.
did not have to beg.
Alejandro leaned backwards until you find the perfect spot from which it can take, and when Fernando went inside and ate literally sobbed throughout the erection of Roberto. He jumped out of reflex, almost suffocating him, before I can tacitly agree with Alejandro rhythm: before he's one file away, pushing him forward, toward him, and then if you take back, making darting out almost entirely. Fernando soon lost control of his reflexes, and his mouth filled with saliva so that now everything was wet crotch of Robert, shiny and sticky and made the surrounding areas. Taken to torture in the glans with the tip of the tongue, earning a prize by Alejandro who raised her pelvis vigorously to throw it open completely. He and Roberto
looked, without any difficulty sharing the feeling of domination and enjoyment perfect electric threesomes. Touched by Fernando ideally without the need for do anything that was not to go into his hole and his mouth to reach them.
Roberto was the first to be defeated by the breaths of the cold breath of Fernando soaked to the skin, the softness of her throat which beat violently against the glans. Fernando coughed out a bit 'of his suit, and the sensation of suffocating her contract did everything and come with power in the legs of Roberto. Slumped forward, letting you take his Alejandro, orgasm. It did not take too much, looking at the body of Fernando undone that quivered with each thrust, over-stimulation, while Roberto's restored with paternal care a tuft of hair that had fallen on his face.

For a while, 'stay there, in silence to share the feeling that three was the perfect number.
- You have not yet figured out our game? -
- No, Fernando. -
- What a fool. -
Fernando leaned lazily over Roberto, who was giggling, and grabbed the fly stranded two twins, who were not the ones he was wearing before.
- How do you not notice? She gave them to us! -
- You probably do not even remember who gave what. - Alejandro said, bored. Soon, he taped over your mouth with something sufficiently laborious that he would go the urge to complain.
- even us we remember. - Roberto said quietly. - It's all part of the game, next week we will exchange them again and again. And when they notice, we will tell the truth. -

Alejandro stood behind him nodded quite obvious, but Fernando did not stop mucking around with the twins, without looking. He was tired, really.