Friday, May 6, 2011
Saturday, April 30, 2011
It has been difficult to post of late...
...because for the past two months, I have 'new' neighbors...
They, and their children, are LOUD! VERY LOUD!
And they have caused the stress I really don't need...what with the osteoarthritis and the fibromyalgia.
They are African...and choose to yell and argue in whatever African language they espouse.
Their youngest child cries in the midst of night, just on the otherside of my kitchen area...and, it seems, NO ONE comes to comfort him. So he cries, and cries on, until he cries hmself back into sleep.
At almost 65 (Tuesday), I am VERY tired of these silly immigrants...who should have stayed in their own nations...to make them better.
They, and their children, are LOUD! VERY LOUD!
And they have caused the stress I really don't need...what with the osteoarthritis and the fibromyalgia.
They are African...and choose to yell and argue in whatever African language they espouse.
Their youngest child cries in the midst of night, just on the otherside of my kitchen area...and, it seems, NO ONE comes to comfort him. So he cries, and cries on, until he cries hmself back into sleep.
At almost 65 (Tuesday), I am VERY tired of these silly immigrants...who should have stayed in their own nations...to make them better.
This is what separates me fom Barky Obama
The alleged "Leader of the Free World"
(and his wifey)
CANNOT understand even Italy's HISTORY!
And yet, they apparently 'want to be seen' in Tuscany.
I was there.
I was there...I photographed these...
29 years ago.
These two FRAUDS will never have an understanding
of what the USA is...and can be!
Sometime, on Monday...
...I shall finally be with a lawyer re: the derisive, pornagraphy-prone TROLL, Michael Giovanelli.
This disgusting jerkoff has taken his toll upon me...yes. And I am now ready to have him 'face his maker'...that would be someone called 'SATAN', I guess?
In the meantime, I have been scanning old slides...and I present to you:
Some Doors of Italy
I hope you enjoy?
This disgusting jerkoff has taken his toll upon me...yes. And I am now ready to have him 'face his maker'...that would be someone called 'SATAN', I guess?
In the meantime, I have been scanning old slides...and I present to you:
Some Doors of Italy
I hope you enjoy?
Monday, April 18, 2011
Only if...
...IF ONLY...the damned troll would find a rock...and it would drop from the sky....
Enya's videos are some of the most creative I've seen.
I hope you enjoy?
Enya's videos are some of the most creative I've seen.
I hope you enjoy?
I must add this, because...
...mio cugino, mi manchi troppo!
My cousin, Vlado, returned to Slovakia and his family there, after all the hullbaloo was over. I have not been able to find him since. I visited him in Genova, Italia--twice--but we have lost touch with each other.
Sorry if some of the "stupid trolls" out there don't care for Andrea Bocelli, but I DO--and it's my blog...if you don't like it...click effing off!
The translation:
I miss you I miss you
To have you near before going to sleep
While I stand undisguised
Within my soul
I miss you and I could
Find another woman
But I'd be cheating myself
You're my regret without an end and
The chill of my mornings
When I look inside myself
And know that I miss you.
Now that I can give you a little more -
It's you it's you
I miss you and I could
Have another woman
But I'd only be cheating myself
You're my regret without an end and
The chill of my mornings
When I look inside myself
My cousin, Vlado, returned to Slovakia and his family there, after all the hullbaloo was over. I have not been able to find him since. I visited him in Genova, Italia--twice--but we have lost touch with each other.
Sorry if some of the "stupid trolls" out there don't care for Andrea Bocelli, but I DO--and it's my blog...if you don't like it...click effing off!
The translation:
I miss you I miss you
I can pretend to be okay but I miss you
Now I know what I need to say -To have you near before going to sleep
While I stand undisguised
Within my soul
I miss you and I could
Find another woman
But I'd be cheating myself
You're my regret without an end and
The chill of my mornings
When I look inside myself
And know that I miss you.
Now that I can give you a little more -
It's you it's you
I miss you and I could
Have another woman
But I'd only be cheating myself
You're my regret without an end and
The chill of my mornings
When I look inside myself
Though the asinine troll still hovers...
...I continue.
My love of Bocelli continues also.
The translation:
THE WORDS I HAVEN'T TOLD YOU
Have you ever heard
The words I haven’t told you
Silence, you know,
is sometimes more effective.
Close your eyes to feel my fears.
No, it's certain your words
do not make me tremble, never
Have you ever heard
The words I haven’t told you
When you were
My secret dream.
Close your eyes to feel my fears.
No, it's certain your words
do not make me tremble
But it’s so cold in my heart.
It doesn’t matter,
I’d laugh instead
Even if I don’t feel like it
It doesn’t matter if you’ll never
Forget my name
I close my eyes to feel my fears
No, it's certain your words
do not make me tremble
I howl out
The silence
Of one who loves you
Like I do
It doesn’t matter,
I’d laugh instead
Even if I don’t feel like it
It doesn’t matter if you’ll never
Forget my name
It doesn’t matter,
in case I’d do it
Even if it doesn’t suit me
It doesn’t matter, if you’ll never
Forget my name
Silence will cover up
Any words you’ll say
Have you ever heard
The words I haven’t told you ...
I dedicate this to an old friend...whom I no longer wish to see.
My love of Bocelli continues also.
The translation:
THE WORDS I HAVEN'T TOLD YOU
Have you ever heard
The words I haven’t told you
Silence, you know,
is sometimes more effective.
Close your eyes to feel my fears.
No, it's certain your words
do not make me tremble, never
Have you ever heard
The words I haven’t told you
When you were
My secret dream.
Close your eyes to feel my fears.
No, it's certain your words
do not make me tremble
But it’s so cold in my heart.
It doesn’t matter,
I’d laugh instead
Even if I don’t feel like it
It doesn’t matter if you’ll never
Forget my name
I close my eyes to feel my fears
No, it's certain your words
do not make me tremble
I howl out
The silence
Of one who loves you
Like I do
It doesn’t matter,
I’d laugh instead
Even if I don’t feel like it
It doesn’t matter if you’ll never
Forget my name
It doesn’t matter,
in case I’d do it
Even if it doesn’t suit me
It doesn’t matter, if you’ll never
Forget my name
Silence will cover up
Any words you’ll say
Have you ever heard
The words I haven’t told you ...
I dedicate this to an old friend...whom I no longer wish to see.
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
We Are WOMAN...and we don't hafta make a 'sammich'
DO we? If you can get up off your dead A$$ and make your own 'sammich'?
Now Go Make Me A Damn Sammich
Now Go Make Me A Damn Sammich
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