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Taaaaanto time

How not writing ... But the prospect to have this thing I wait here, sound good and I can always come and I like to write, I'm happy, I have a place to write my own crap (when I have a particular, because writing every day would become a thing quite boring, I never managed to keep a journal ... XD). After that little
cagatina of fan fiction that I wrote the other day I completely lost the inspiration, although it has some ... a trillion ... maybe even two stories to go ahead and are still the dawn of time ...
As I told you once, Methuselah died while waiting for the end of my stories ... (Damn old man, six camps for ages and I just die hours?).
Shit, that hurt, I just did on the corner of my desk, I die bleeding to ... I actually just excruciating pain and not lose a drop of blood, but details are (I need a reason to complain about it too, no? "As if I did it every day!" nd my big family) .
Poor me, I'm home I'm bored, I am sick since Tuesday and I can not go to school ... not that I mind it, but I break a lot at home alone ...
I break so much that today I discovered something new (for me, is clear. As old as Methuselah old man for the rest of the universe * and yes, the universe with a lowercase letter, the face of my prof. Biology ** tongue ** tongue *).
I found ... horror movie music in the background ... a frightening crescendo of notes ... corpses with apples (caramel absolutely, do not argue!) for a head ... the musical Notre-Dame de Paris! *
our beloved Columbus has just discovered America *
mean, I already knew of its existence, since I started watching it when they did it on one rai (last year? A few months ago? In a other life? time ago), but I had switched off immediately, I am trying a deep hatred for Lola Ponce Lola * ask for forgiveness and all of its same name, now that I saw the musical I bow a baciarvi i piedi o mie care Esmeralda* , oggi (non so esattamente come, che nessuno me lo chieda) ho trovato una canzone (mi pare... o forse vaneggio... probabile, ho avuto la febbre per tre giorni, mi aggiro per casa stile zombie) particolarmente bella e così ho scoperto (riscoperto) Notre-Dame de Paris!!!! Che bella cosa, me lo sono guardata tutto su YouTube ed è tutto il pomeriggio che mi riascolto le canzoni!!! (lo so, sono una povera pazza, ma ho avuto problemi alla nascita, sono scusata...)
Diciamo che ho avuto una specie di illuminazione divina...
Come avevo detto in una recensione alla fantastica storia di emilydoe, mi sono ritirata (ispirata dal suo antico gesto in stile piccolo Buddha) in meditation on a mountain, even to try to call me (with the power of thought, of course) one of those Tibetan goats that she likes so much ...
Result: I got a gored by a bull (but the ox has horns?'m Sick, I dare not answer) and no goat of Tibet, I went home slipping on a patch of ice (not my fault if the glaciers are melting .. . now that you've discovered you look with torches and pitchforks at the door of my house, I at least do a little 'companion), obviously without the kid who wanted so much ç_ç
If I carry it as a gift, (but I say to you, down there, three five torches) I do not kill even a little complaint, as long as you remember to feed my beloved goat.
And with that I greet the world and I retire to my rooms.
Today I saved the Earth through my swimsuit from the Powerpuff Girls!
* ambulance siren in the background of the neuro *
They're coming to prendermiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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No Drowning into my sleepless soul

I'll be back to post my own story, among other story that I particularly like, obviously on Criminal Minds.
The story was created for the contest on Criminal Minds Forum, where I selected the prompt: Night after night I wake up shaking cause my world is falling apart.
Yes, enough angst! : D Anyway
'nuff said, voila my story, which was ranked third!

Title: Drowning into my sleepless soul
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Characters: Emily Prentiss, David Rossi
Prompt: Night after night I wake up shaking cause my world is going to shatter @ Criminal Minds Forum Contest
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Criminal Minds and its characters are not mine, do not have rights (but I am on Derek Morgan), this story is not for profit.
Notes: The story is set in the fourth season, but before the final episode. Spoiler throughout the fourth, for those who did not see it. Thank fra235 for his constant presence and patience! ♥

Drowning into my sleepless soul

Those who have a great awareness, great people nightmares.
Mahatma Gandhi.

I open my eyes, but I do not know where I am. The light illuminates dimly what I think is a medieval castle, having the shape of the room, decorated with a ceiling mileage. How I ended up here? I do not know, I do not remember anything, I can not seem to have a past.
I rise with great difficulty, my muscles are sore, seem to want to turn against me. My body is a dead weight that I have to drag with the sheer force of will, is not willing to cooperate, just as my instinct tells me that I must flee.
begin to run and I can almost not really touch the ground, I find myself for the dark corridors, lit only by torches here and there that oil will go out shortly thereafter, because the atmosphere is too heavy also for the vital energy of fire.
I have to stop the race when he appears before a well known figure, but I sure would not be here.
"Benjamin Cyrus? Asked with uncertainty. The man shows me his face bloodied and disfigured beyond repair, then nods and a sinister laugh echoes in the atmosphere.
"Surprised to see me, Special Agent Emily Prentiss? "Ironic, you rinse and closer to me, which loses but inexplicably lose contact with the floor, which suddenly becomes slippery.
"You ... you're dead in that explosion. You're just a hallucination. "I tell him, probably thinking that I was locked up in here who has drugged me.
"And tell me ..." he continues, ignoring my words, "Even this is only an illusion?"
unexpectedly strikes me with a knife, I have no time to defend myself. Vado to dab the wound with his hand, but it seems that the blood does not want it to stop. E 'excruciating pain, what I feel, and is not comparable to the cut that I find myself on the arm.
Where the hell are they? Because Cyrus is alive?
No, do not you impress Emily, reasons: Cyrus was blown up, you've seen with your eyes.
Armed with this knowledge, I set off down the corridor and close my eyes like a child, hoping to leave me alone, it disappears as the bogeyman of fairy tales. When I open them, he is behind me, it is gone.
"Do not Can you get away for ever, Emily. "he says simply, to evaporate instantly, like a ghost.
Start running and I stop when I no longer have breath, I find myself in a room and are surrounded by several men. William Harris, Steven Baleman, Vincent, Roderick Gless, Megan Kane, the creator of the Angels, Eric Olson ... all murderers and the team that I have captured and are now approaching me as if to swallow me, like they want to steal my oxygen until I choke. Seeking a way out quickly with his eyes, but it is a circular room and it seems that there are no doors. I'm getting closer, begun to scratch and left bloody fingerprints on me, suddenly everything becomes dark, I know ... I'm dead.

I wake with a start, while a trickle of cold sweat trickling down my cheek. I breathe the air of which I am capable and my heartbeat accelerated gradually get back to regular.
was just a nightmare, a bad dream, stupid. I crouched under the covers again, but his hands still shaking. I see clearly the face disfigured by Cyrus, and immediately I button my arm, as if the wound inflicted was tangible.
Do not be silly, Emily. It was all in your head, not real.
Maybe not, but something inside me is broken, and I do not think that will be easy to reassemble.
All that we face every day, the worst side of human beings, well ... can not take effect. We can not remain forever distant and cold, as I had promised at the beginning.
simply can no longer live around the outside, to treat him as a cold scientific case to be cut in order to find the culprit. Because there are people involved in human beings, just like me. Individuals who love, who let themselves be caught up in emotions, passions, suffering ... living.
And I can not be Special Agent Emily Prentiss, the glossy cop analyzing the situation and develop a profile.
Hell, I can not sleep tonight.
I get up and wearing the first things I came to hand. I'm in a hotel room, four star hotel and paid for by the bureau, but still a room that does not belong to me, sterile and impersonal, which does not care about anyone who spends the nights inside.
I crawl like a ghost back and forth and I think of all those people in my dream. Vincent, the first to feel remorse through a blind child who has opened his eyes. I think of Steven Baleman and William Harris, who we call the perfect storm: two complementary beings who meet an unfortunate fate of the case and give life to a storm that will leave behind only death and destruction.
Why can not I just sleep? Because my job is to take each day a piece of me, and tear it away?
I need alcohol, a glass is what you need. I can finally fall into a restful sleep without dreams, to be perfectly able to continue to address the matter to which we are working with all the professionalism that distinguishes me.
I shut the bedroom door behind them, and for a second I think I see the face behind the curtains of Cyrus. I shudder, while I try to erase that image from my mind.
was inevitable to happen, it was inevitable that sooner or later had to deal with myself that I had to take stock of my life. Evaluate what I have given and what I got. Saving Lives, however, is something that is priceless, that can not be calculated with precision positioning is something that fills your life and is the only reward for everything we see and we face every day .
go down the stairs in the dark, just like a nightmare I ran headlong into the corridor. It looks like a premonition, but is not happening frame by frame what I have lived in my head.
One thing is for sure, I'm defying the ghosts are real or not. Or maybe I'm just running away from them?
My thoughts give me pause, until I cross the desert and I sling in the lobby bar, desolate, too.
Sure, you expected? It's three o'clock in the morning.
The company is the one who made me bartender, forced to work until late at night for those customers who like me have nothing better to do. I approach and I sat on a stool, opposite the wooden bar.
"Insomnia?" He asks as he hands me the list, who politely refused because I already know where it going to end my order. I nod silently.
Bourbon, thank you. "Requires gently, running a hand through his hair and moving the fringe rebel every time I fall out of place.
The man disappears behind the swinging door that separates it from the back, to reappear again a few minutes later with a bottle looking inviting.
"Kentucky Straight Bourbon Whiskey, aged 12 years. A specialty. " says, pouring a glass full. I leave immediately soothed by the scent.
"Be kind, I prepare another." A familiar voice announcing in this way his presence behind me.
I heard her footsteps approaching me and it is well known figure taking his place beside me.
"Night tormented?" Dave tells me, sipping whiskey that our new friend has prepared for him.
"Yeah. Even yours? "I say, trying to avoid the speech.
"Yes, but my nights are sleepless from an infinite time now. I grow old, "she smiles, as only he knows do. And 'the latest addition to the team, but it is the wisest of us. One who knows how to be a pushy father, who can advise and sa morale, but is also capable of taking over the reins of the situation when needed.
laugh at his jokes, while the liquid flows down my throat, warm up to the core.
"What keeps you awake?" He asks me, nursed his glass half-empty.
Known only now that the bartender left us alone, to trust our fears.
"bad dream." Outcome, I feel vulnerable and are not sure of wanting to expose so freely.
"The nice thing about nightmares is that you can decide how to land them. Do not be overwhelmed by them, this is the trick. "I wink wink, do with his father.
"I wanted ... I wanted to die while all the killers that we have caught me stealing oxygen. I would just sleep, sleep. "I say softly, hoping that David knows a way to solve my problems. Look for a moment around him, before finding the words to respond to my desperate plea.
"Sometimes sleep and to pretend nothing is not the answer. You can not just pretend that everything is fine and continue as if nothing had happened. You raise your head and fight, no matter how much effort it will cost you. "I said gently, and it was then that I realize how the team would suffer if only one of us to leave. Because the group is more than the union of its members.
I nod and try to find the strength to go by his words.
"I wake up in a panic every night, and I'm afraid. I'm afraid that after one day I could become one of them, which one day will choose the easy way out and my world will shatter. "'s trust without fear.
"I do not do it, you've already taken the path more tortuous and you're dealing with maturity. Do not give up, do not let them win. "Rising from the stool, and affectionately patted me on the shoulder, a caress ways.
"Under the bed there is no monster, Emily." Winks me again, and then disappear over the threshold of the bar.
I leave dollars on the counter and I drink a silent greeting to the local company that has made me, to find myself again in the room with whom I have a score to settle.
But I will win.
I nestled under the duvet, I close my eyes slowly and concentrate on all the lives we saved, we did re-emerge on the truth, the passion we put into our work, day after day, case after case. I remember the families to which we responded, the lives that were interrupted they deserved justice. I think back to Aaron, Derek, Spencer, JJ, Penelope.
No, there is no demon under the bed, Dave.

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Happy B-day Jeff! Happy

       This is our last goodbye I hate to  feel the love between us die
but it's over
just hear this and then I'll go :
you gave me more to live for,
more than you'll ever know.         

Happy Birthday Jeff! We miss you... ♥

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The best day Dylan Lucca ...

Two weeks from Lucca (and are already thinking about how best to organize for next year) I finally passed the photos! Well, so, despite what I always take pictures to everyone and everything, this year I did it with someone else's car, because at dawn the third day I take the machine from shoulder-l 'I put there all nice before going to sleep and I had not even touched, and the strap-bon, smashed LCD. Apart from the various rattles, that day was the meeting with the writers of Dylan Dog, and I had take pictures, then I'd borrowed from appearing (which will never stop thanking), however change the subject but not the ability of the photographer ^ ^ \\ \\ \\ \\.

What interests me to write (my side graforroico not ever get tired of expression) is the third day, one of the reasons why I adored Lucca, on the spot because I had no one to straparlare. No one who knew him even Dylan Dog (if not heard from me). Trying to put aside the ravings warned that "serious guide" is an apt description of what you are about to read . Also because what they called "serious" was very interesting but if interests you, please watch the video of ^ ^.
Starting from the morning of that day (where I found the "corpse" and the third from which we come to town) (is was also the day that I met Jim, Matt and Rob reviewed, then the good days do not always see in the morning) (and wearing the shirt that I printed from Ash and Dust, with the fear that I am accused of the earnings disadvantage Bonelli doing for me what I should buy xD) a bit 'as a bit' what we have come to Lucca Comics and then mess around noon several until I found myself with the MIT and his sister in the courtyard of the Palazzo Ducale. Obviously I was the only event that was concerned with map in hand, and then I headed down to the Chamber of Commerce.
After fifteen minutes I was in a square to see the map laughing (mostly because I knew right away that I'd managed to steer), thinking things like " Ok, ok, ok that does not follow anyone, but could not put it in a place less dispersed?? "and glancing at a lane that would take me to the CC but that was a dead end ... Eventually we came from Piazza San Michele, and it was a stupid absurd (as I would have eaten the map to my own stupidity).
The meeting place was a room in the basement (which is why the photos do not have a beautiful view), not too big, and the meeting preceding the one that interested me was still ongoing, and there was a lot of people so I was able to migrate at will by choosing a place on the third row (which those who saw me must have thought I was crazy or that he did not know his whereabouts).
The first person I recognized was Paola Barbato (on all of his novels, if not his face was unknown as all the others, eh) and then sat down the other and I was already going out psychologically for me.
Presentations: Di Gregorio (which actually arrived late), Ruju, Recchioni, Barbato and Faraci.
Ruju not know why, but there's something in his face that inspires me to see him in the cold reminds me of someone, perhaps an actor oh God: Winnie the Pooh (which in my view is an insult and then barro * gh) ; a beard like I said I had already seen it, but he had hair particularly vamp **; Recchioni I would never have imagined so Young! Gregory was also quite young compared to my imagination, but Recchioni just hit me, reminds me a Faraci actor (he too) and he seemed quite nice. However, they also talked about (you did not expect, eh?), The theme (anyone care?: Look:) was "Me and Dylan."
The first question was about their relationship with Dylan, here I really noticed how Barbato in a sense has left get more (and even then in the other responses, always smiling), describing his arrival in a Bonelli as every day goes to get bread, and at some point in the take bakery 3.
regards to the "why Dylan continues to love and pleasure" the beard is booked (raising his hand x3) and at one point talked about the fact that Dylan is not perfect, it is human, which is regularly wrong choice and a lot of stupid (obviously not the exact words, but what I remember) as if they would learn from his mistakes, saying then that she falls in high heels but forgave them and falls, and forgave them. Tell me if you need to comment on x3. According
Ruju Dylan is a bit 'as it was us young (and I looked around I noticed that I was perhaps the youngest in the room ...).
Next Question: "What question have not ever done and wish you did?" (More or less, without a question and give yourself an answer xD) Here, too, Barbato (who speaks only she seems to like the story But it's not! is that the responses of others were responses and there were no special personal ramblings, while in its often yes. It was really nice to be told: 3) intervenes, saying (with regard to why Dylan-read before you write it-if after the critics and all) that Dylan was able to scrub, and says that what we can take it xD and said that the Cathedral of Milan c ' had succeeded, because she was surprised seeing the side instead of from the front. And adding that she herself is not very sensible stuff like. It followed an exchange of jokes with Recchioni, who then replied that it is too early for him, not yet made too many questions. Al Barbato that has taken over the word and decided to make her a question Recchioni! (Referring to the level of the writers Dylan) "How far do you think you get there?" And the voice that used to Recchioni the answer can not be described (cioè. .. in short, was adorable !) "To the best . "Barbato and Recchioni and then went on for a while 'to confabulation on the topic (she has also" threatened "to call Sclavi xD). A
Ruju would have liked to shoot the film about Dylan (me too, me too would have liked that someone had put the hands of "our").
The next question was about the "collaboration between them." Ruju responded seriously Barbato and took the opportunity to pull a little dig at Recchioni who once called her because he did not remember the hat to Dylan by a policeman or something like that xD Faraci said to call Recchioni often for work, so that makes the first the question about Dylan, and then asks him how he is. And the account of Recchioni on the "call type" was wonderful, like the one told by Faraci involuntary exchange of ideas for the first Fest.
And then questions from the audience: "Relationship with Groucho?" Faraci support because it would put more, but always in a "sensible" to this I clearly remember that the point Barbato said "share Tito," and finds it disturbing Recchioni xD (and pronunciation Gr au cho is strange to hear ...). Then they asked what was the story "that have bled more to write" Barbato and cited "The Wild Side" because it was more or less integrated into a character (self! insertion? xD) and read it again you said "My God" instead Recchioni affixed on the advances made in December (will be on diseases \\ O /). In the end there was
opportunity to be doing autographs, but I had nothing to do ... I would have gladly done so to sign all the compliments and casino but there was at that moment it seemed better to distance themselves. So there will be a next time. (Actually I'm not at all sure xD).
Ah, at a certain time of the meeting, while speaking another, and Barbato Recchioni jostle with chairs: D.

exit seeing that I care about is dark and the other phone to know when the train to Pisa and back to 'Hotel California :
M: We in the station.
Me: How? Oh and as I get there?
M: Where are you now?
[after some 'discussion of geography, I ran]
Me: ... What time does the train arrive?
M: Soon [panic], but when it comes back to Dino fountain.

So they were going to take the train .................. * * Fushhhh
I left at the fountain and waited happily chatting.

If I were to rattle even the wonderful people I've seen and I think I reviewed that can never end, then stop writing and put the photo \\ O /.



[credit cards ____ Dylan had a stand pubblicizzatead]


[The flyer that was in front of the Chamber of Commerce]


[Ruju, Recchioni and Barbato]


[photo zoom, my eyes so they came in 90% of the image - My sister says if 99 is not true! The 10 were moved! No, 10% have their eyes closed ° °]


[Recchioni talking and smiling and at the bottom right pops Faraci]


[Chuckling merrily all: D]


[Ruju and Recchioni--absorbed-absorbed: with eyes closed-]


[Recchioni-always-absorbed Barbato and with eyes closed]


[all dylan! ]


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Edit: here is the link to the video of ~

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!

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Blocco dello scrittore: Play it again, Sam

If you could only listen to one CD for the rest of your life, what would you choose and why?

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Well, that's a good question, because i do not know! At this moment, I would choose Probably "Grace Legacy Edition" by Jeff Buckley, But I ' m sure i would miss HIM for the rest of my life ... I know .. Would be a perfect compilation: D
Ideal mix Between HIM and Jeff Buckley ... ♥

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The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus

I loved this movie, seriously.

comments of other viewers in the room were not as enthusiastic, but I think it was perfect.

It was never boring, it was smooth and at times irreverent and funny, but at the same time was pretty damn reflect on many issues, perhaps too many.
Great performance by Christopher Plummer, aka Parnassus, Heath Ledger and, of course, beyond all that I think it was a promising actor, as this latest interpretation confirmation.

I also really liked Tom Waits in the role of Mr.Nick aka Devil ... My new myth!

Johnny Depp, Jude Law and Colin Farrell adoVato I have not seen much then, but ... ten minutes each to put it mildly, but they have been good for what they did, and of course Colin had the most bitchy, will be slapped on her pretty face. I know who played
All Tony (the character Heath Ledger), but at the point where storytelling is part of Colin ... Well, it is the asshole of the three.
XD That aside, bellooooooo so handsome!
I know, my reviews suck ... but there would be a lot of things to say, I do not want to say to not spoil the surprise for those who want to see him and by chance come across in my little cave LiveJournal.

Have a nice day!

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But she cries to the clicking of time...

Happy Monday everyone! Today I do nothing on the cake ... what a surprise! : D I had two hours, but no one came, so I've been a little house, and in return maybe I remedied my first job pseudopsicologa, which is not at all bad. * Jumps *
Then my mom bought me sweet Grace Around The World - Deluxe Edition, which is cool, for my upcoming twentieth birthday.
will arrive in a week or maybe two .. But are felicerrima, which is not Italian, but it does not matter because it expresses exactly my state of mind.
Yes they are playing completely, But Who Cares?



♥ ♥ ♥ Love, let me sleep tonight on you couch and remember the smell of
the fabric
of your simple city dress
oh... that was so real
we walked around til the moon got full like a plate
the wind blew an invocation and i fell asleep at the gate
and i never stepped on the cracks 'cause i thought i'd hurt my mother
and i couldn't awake from the nightmare that sucked me in and pulled me under
pulled me under
oh... that was so real
i love you, but i'm afraid to love you
i love you, but i'm afraid to love you
i'm afraid. . .
oh... that was so real

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Sunday with my best friend Jeff Buckley

E' domenica, mi sono alzata alle 12.30 e fuori sembra notte, piove anche.
Più tardi ho una sorta di aperitivo con i miei ex compagni class, what joy ... : D I can not wait
* yes it is ironic *.
Meanwhile I'm listening to the entire Live at Sin-é by Jeff Buckley, are now fixed, we want to do. Too bad he's dead and I will never see a concert ç___ç
depression brings to this thing, a lot. I just read an article where a guy who has that level or something like that, it seems that only he knows everything about music, criticized my Jeff from beginning to end because he said he had no technique, and a page Half of precise explanation falsetto notes and know the Lord ... to conclude by saying that was a great artist. Profit your dissertation.
me the creeps, and that's what counts, right?

In conclusion to this rambling post:

*___________*

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few words ...

Ok, I must say that this Live Journal thing I really like, although it will take me a century or two to learn to use it ... too complicated for the Gerry mononeurone that stays in my brain ... (Yes, I'm crazy, no, I am not currently admitted to the neuro ...). Bon, I do not know if I'll write never anything but the idea of having a place to write my sclera and my stupid things I quite like it ^ ^
I hope to keep this updated at least a kind of "diary" (fingers crossed hands, feet and do the knots at the tips of the hair ...). Auf Wiedersehen