Pentax K-5, Pentax DA* 60-250/4; Manfrotto 441
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Sunday, December 26, 2010
Complex Ovarian Cysts More Condition_treatment
temperature drops / The temperature falls
After a few mild and rainy days, with temperatures around 6°C max and around 0° min, this morning cold wind from north made Max drop to around zero, and rain Became A snow blizzard. It stopped in the evening. Today I tried to photograph snow crystal on a piece of glass. My bellows is broken, so I Had to improvise with what I Had at hand.
After a mild and rainy days with maximum temperatures around 6 ° and minimum above zero this morning northern cold air has caused a sharp drop in maximum to zero, and the rain turned into a Buriana of snow, with swirling flakes. In the evening we stopped. Today I tried to photograph the snowflakes on a piece of glass. My bellows are broken, so I had to improvise with what I had available. 
Pentax K-5, Pentax 60-250/4, Manfrotto 441
Pentax K-5, Pentax DA* 60-250/4 with Nikon 5T and 6T close up lenses stacked
After a few mild and rainy days, with temperatures around 6°C max and around 0° min, this morning cold wind from north made Max drop to around zero, and rain Became A snow blizzard. It stopped in the evening. Today I tried to photograph snow crystal on a piece of glass. My bellows is broken, so I Had to improvise with what I Had at hand.
After a mild and rainy days with maximum temperatures around 6 ° and minimum above zero this morning northern cold air has caused a sharp drop in maximum to zero, and the rain turned into a Buriana of snow, with swirling flakes. In the evening we stopped. Today I tried to photograph the snowflakes on a piece of glass. My bellows are broken, so I had to improvise with what I had available.
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Update 1.1.0.89 Port Royale
Ice rain / ice
Temperature Has Risen to 0 ° c, it's raining and glazed ice has returned. Snow melted away.
Pentax K-5, Pentax DA * 60-250/4; Manfrotto 441
The temperatures rose to 0 ° C, it's raining and gelicidio and throne. The snow has all melted.
Monday, December 20, 2010
Lumbar Spinal Stenosis More Condition_symptoms
Glass Icicles / Icicles
Yesterday We had a light snow today and the sky Was still cloudy. Some I managed to find time to go back to the creek and icicle Do some photos, before the rise in temperature (max today of 0 ° C) Will Take Them Away.
Pentax K-5, Pentax DA * 60-250/4; Manfrotto 441
Yesterday we had a light snowfall, and now the sky was still cloudy. I managed to find time to return to the stream and take some photos to the ice, before the rise of temperature (0 ° C up to now) take them away.
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Liver Function Test More Condition_symptoms
Colder days / Always the coldest days
Pentax K-5, Pentax DA * 16-50/2, 8; Manfrotto 441
Today Went temperatures from -10 ° C to a maximum of -4 ° C. We had a light snow for all of yeasterday, while today Was a very clear day. I Went to the creek behind Our home, with my son Luke, to photograph Some of the icicles forming over the boulders emerging from the stream. Luke Was feeling cold, so we stayed for just a Few minutes. I will come back soon to make better shots.
Today the temperature is varied between -10 and -4 ° C minimum to maximum. We had a light snow throughout yesterday, but today was a wonderful sunny day. I went to the creek behind the house, with my son Luke, to photograph a little 'sis of icicles tanno forming on the rocks emerging from the current. Luke was cold, and we stayed a few minutes. I'll be back in the coming days to make best shots.
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Blue Prings For A Fun Swing Set
Temptations .... On the roof of the world
.... mine: too many!
A good grilled meat in Argentina, a trip to the desert, a flight with an F16 ... there are too many things that I could not ever say no.
Staying down to earth about things, there is one thing that I can not say no: a DRZ just out of the hands of a mechanic and what else does not wait for someone to take him I was in a sunny but cold day!
I am almost worth seeing the bike come out neat and smelling the factory, knowing what awaits her in a little while. Oh dear, I do not know what awaits me neither, I just know that it will be hunting, the most ruthless, those in which prisoners are not! I do not know what I'll find I do not know where to go, the only certainty is my solitude. A sought solitude, longing, doubt dangerous, but I like it. Yeah, it's nice to go in a group, fuck if it's nice, but walking around alone without knowing what to expect has something intriguing, a charming, almost as exciting as the view of the Celebrity naked. This will be the recurring thought on this tour: the Celebrity? No, the solitude :-).
Thoughts ... travel helped me to think, always! And to ask me a lot of questions that have no place in everyday life! Loneliness then? "An existential condition" ruled a girl in a letter to Jack Crowd.
As I start this monologue with myself, the road slowly advances, the asphalt in less than a kilometer gives way to gravel and the bike starts tailing gas. The hills of Teramo slowly comes out in its beauty, a bright green mixed with brown Chiefs plowed unfolds as I passed, just above them, the mountains of Abruzzo, Majella, the Gran Sasso Mountain of Flowers and more in the Carrier that seems not to care for these stupid borders.
I run, I run with a stupid grin, I run through these hills are gradually earned a place in my heart, I feel that slowly creep inside fascinate me with their simple and innocent beauty. Sometimes I get the impression that I'm not I'm trying to find them, but for them to see the court making me the most beautiful areas. How else to explain the succession of ever more beautiful and scenic routes?
The first km of dirt road in no time I devour them, beauty is now beginning: certain or uncertain? Unsure!
Street for the first dirt that can be slipped into a valley, two minutes of fruitless attempts, and I have to go back. Do not give up at the first intersection and I pour it in front of me I put it: at first glance look promising but then I end up running around in a meadow. And yet ... yet there is something, I'm sure. Few meters of asphalt and appears before me the dirt road I was looking for: large fast, reminds me of some parts of the sheep track Molise. After two kilometers made the bike almost always through the mud I come back to the bitumen. But that's okay, are where I want to be on your way to an area where I had been last week with Marty and very promising ... you just have to beat a rug.
ford a stream, I run faster then the eye on the stones I fell on a puddle it is icy! Regardless of the ice
surplus following my nose (now the cold has knocked it wrong three roads) but then start to hit the right sequence, and I find myself thrown into a small corner of paradise. The tracks on the anchors do not leave room for doubt: there's no fun and sweat!
And there is a willingness to sweat, first one then a steep climb down a narrow stream of water mixed with mud, with the vegetation height face, and a deep groove ... a grind, but how nice!
Becco a climb, I start to put all the gear and within minutes I find myself once again on the roof of the world: yahooooooooooooooooooooooo !!!!!! The battle cry invades the rapt silence of the hills of Teramo.
I take off my helmet and my hamster taking advantage of these few minutes of air begins to think ... "It would be nice to be up here with good friends, even those who do not see them you know there are those that you speak with just one look ... It would take us to observe absorbed the beauty of my mountains, the colors of winter, to admire Campli Civitella and beyond ... No, we'd be here to shoot crap, to take your ass to fuck ... as always :-) "
observe the hills, you can explore the" prey ", the study carefully he lowered his glasses and I head into the unknown. Other dirt roads, some muddy to the point of not being able to climb, some fast and flowing to do it all. Back on top of a hill, but my goal is downstream, in an area of \u200b\u200bbadlands where according to my instinct is to sweat. I put in yet another road seems to end in nothing but my intuition was right and I can find the way out, a fun salitone technical and steep: a few meters and new asphalt.
A dirt road with no exit, then bill the right one and start to decline.
"It is true - the hamster begins - it's dangerous to go around alone, especially here, if something should happen with all these paths, I would never ... No, I would Falchi d'Abruzzo, I am sure, would rise in flight at night while trying to come to me ...." even have time to think about it and end up tumbling to the ground hitting his head and shoulder raises.
'ssinoammazzà me and my thoughts!
Quick check: ok apart from the physical blow, and the front brake lever left hand guards gone, the rest all ok. Heck it did not take!
date back in the saddle and went on my way. Reach a ditch and with a bit of trouble I get out of a muddy slope. Common sense would suggest to go home, but my "passion" (madness?) Leads me through new routes.
"But yeah, basically I and Red Cloud Mirella says how we are similar: both are unaware of who do not surrender in the face of difficulties and problems, and doggedly pursue their own goals! "
The bike struggled to advance in this area there is a lot more mud than in previous and T63 show their limits on this type of fund. In this state no longer makes sense to go forward, and perhaps save a lever stock on hand, ten miles and are there, the time to assemble and Marty notice that the bike is fine and that I will continue the tour.
Skip one minute, the call comes to Henry, "by which you go for a Voletta the sea, you can not miss! - Ok, I wash the DRZ has arrived! "
Down with the glasses and I headed to this new adventure ...
Mané 
.... mine: too many!
A good grilled meat in Argentina, a trip to the desert, a flight with an F16 ... there are too many things that I could not ever say no.
Staying down to earth about things, there is one thing that I can not say no: a DRZ just out of the hands of a mechanic and what else does not wait for someone to take him I was in a sunny but cold day!
I am almost worth seeing the bike come out neat and smelling the factory, knowing what awaits her in a little while. Oh dear, I do not know what awaits me neither, I just know that it will be hunting, the most ruthless, those in which prisoners are not! I do not know what I'll find I do not know where to go, the only certainty is my solitude. A sought solitude, longing, doubt dangerous, but I like it. Yeah, it's nice to go in a group, fuck if it's nice, but walking around alone without knowing what to expect has something intriguing, a charming, almost as exciting as the view of the Celebrity naked. This will be the recurring thought on this tour: the Celebrity? No, the solitude :-).
Thoughts ... travel helped me to think, always! And to ask me a lot of questions that have no place in everyday life! Loneliness then? "An existential condition" ruled a girl in a letter to Jack Crowd.
As I start this monologue with myself, the road slowly advances, the asphalt in less than a kilometer gives way to gravel and the bike starts tailing gas. The hills of Teramo slowly comes out in its beauty, a bright green mixed with brown Chiefs plowed unfolds as I passed, just above them, the mountains of Abruzzo, Majella, the Gran Sasso Mountain of Flowers and more in the Carrier that seems not to care for these stupid borders.
I run, I run with a stupid grin, I run through these hills are gradually earned a place in my heart, I feel that slowly creep inside fascinate me with their simple and innocent beauty. Sometimes I get the impression that I'm not I'm trying to find them, but for them to see the court making me the most beautiful areas. How else to explain the succession of ever more beautiful and scenic routes?
The first km of dirt road in no time I devour them, beauty is now beginning: certain or uncertain? Unsure!
Street for the first dirt that can be slipped into a valley, two minutes of fruitless attempts, and I have to go back. Do not give up at the first intersection and I pour it in front of me I put it: at first glance look promising but then I end up running around in a meadow. And yet ... yet there is something, I'm sure. Few meters of asphalt and appears before me the dirt road I was looking for: large fast, reminds me of some parts of the sheep track Molise. After two kilometers made the bike almost always through the mud I come back to the bitumen. But that's okay, are where I want to be on your way to an area where I had been last week with Marty and very promising ... you just have to beat a rug.
ford a stream, I run faster then the eye on the stones I fell on a puddle it is icy! Regardless of the ice
surplus following my nose (now the cold has knocked it wrong three roads) but then start to hit the right sequence, and I find myself thrown into a small corner of paradise. The tracks on the anchors do not leave room for doubt: there's no fun and sweat!
And there is a willingness to sweat, first one then a steep climb down a narrow stream of water mixed with mud, with the vegetation height face, and a deep groove ... a grind, but how nice!
Becco a climb, I start to put all the gear and within minutes I find myself once again on the roof of the world: yahooooooooooooooooooooooo !!!!!! The battle cry invades the rapt silence of the hills of Teramo.
I take off my helmet and my hamster taking advantage of these few minutes of air begins to think ... "It would be nice to be up here with good friends, even those who do not see them you know there are those that you speak with just one look ... It would take us to observe absorbed the beauty of my mountains, the colors of winter, to admire Campli Civitella and beyond ... No, we'd be here to shoot crap, to take your ass to fuck ... as always :-) "
observe the hills, you can explore the" prey ", the study carefully he lowered his glasses and I head into the unknown. Other dirt roads, some muddy to the point of not being able to climb, some fast and flowing to do it all. Back on top of a hill, but my goal is downstream, in an area of \u200b\u200bbadlands where according to my instinct is to sweat. I put in yet another road seems to end in nothing but my intuition was right and I can find the way out, a fun salitone technical and steep: a few meters and new asphalt.
A dirt road with no exit, then bill the right one and start to decline.
"It is true - the hamster begins - it's dangerous to go around alone, especially here, if something should happen with all these paths, I would never ... No, I would Falchi d'Abruzzo, I am sure, would rise in flight at night while trying to come to me ...." even have time to think about it and end up tumbling to the ground hitting his head and shoulder raises.
'ssinoammazzà me and my thoughts!
Quick check: ok apart from the physical blow, and the front brake lever left hand guards gone, the rest all ok. Heck it did not take!
date back in the saddle and went on my way. Reach a ditch and with a bit of trouble I get out of a muddy slope. Common sense would suggest to go home, but my "passion" (madness?) Leads me through new routes.
"But yeah, basically I and Red Cloud Mirella says how we are similar: both are unaware of who do not surrender in the face of difficulties and problems, and doggedly pursue their own goals! "
The bike struggled to advance in this area there is a lot more mud than in previous and T63 show their limits on this type of fund. In this state no longer makes sense to go forward, and perhaps save a lever stock on hand, ten miles and are there, the time to assemble and Marty notice that the bike is fine and that I will continue the tour.
Skip one minute, the call comes to Henry, "by which you go for a Voletta the sea, you can not miss! - Ok, I wash the DRZ has arrived! "
Down with the glasses and I headed to this new adventure ...
Mané
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Ptsd Treatment More Condition_symptoms
Chilling / frost days
After several days of peaceful, today the sky remained cloudy all the time, and temperature from a minimum of -8 ° to -2 ° only increased. The frost accumulates in the shade, weaving patterns on leaves and twigs. 
Dog rose berry / Rosehips
Pentax K-5, Pentax DA * 60-250/4
After A Few clear days, today the sky Was cloudy , and Varied temperatures from -8 ° C to just -2 ° C.
Frost accumulated in the shade , weaving patterns on leaves and twigs .
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Headaches And Pregnancy More Condition_symptoms
First flower of the new year / new year's first flower
is not yet the new year, nor for the calendar, nor for astronomy, the first flower of the new growing season opens. The catkin the core.
Pentax K-5, Pentax DA * 60-250/4
The new year has not yet Begun, not on the calendar nor for astronomy, That the first flower of the new season is opening right now. The catkin of the hazel.
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Tutuinvitation Wording
Engraved Ice / Ice Glaze ice carved
After the glazed ice of yesterday, today everything is covered in a thick layer of ice. But it's only closing up on the leaves and berries That I discovered amazing embossing on the ice surface.
After the glazed ice of yesterday, today everything is covered in a thick layer of ice. But it's only closing up on the leaves and berries That I discovered amazing embossing on the ice surface.
gelicidio After yesterday, today, everything was covered in a thick sleeve of ice. But it is coming closer to the leaves and berries, which I found incredible bas-reliefs on the frozen surface.
Pentax K-5 ; Pentax DA* 60-250/4; Nikon 6T close up lens; Manfrotto 441
Monday, December 6, 2010
Lupus More Condition_symptoms En Español
ASTROLOGHIAMOCI: to know through the stars Mana
An experiential path of Evolutionary Astrology with Renata D'Amico
writer, holistic counselor, Reiki Master
Evolutionary Astrology assumes that the human being is continuous journey and transformation, and finds in the astrological symbol information on resources and capabilities that are not always perceived and heard.
The route is divided into two meetings, independent of each other, which can be attended in the evening version in Rovereto (TN), at the Lombardi room or intensive version in Villafranca (VR) at the Centre The Breath
Sun, Moon and Ascendant in our chart
Rovereto (TN): Monday, 10, 17 and 24 January 2011, from 19:00 to 21:30
Villafranca (VR): Sunday, January 16, 2011 from 9:30 to 18:00
The Zodiac in us
Rovereto (TN): Monday, January 31, 7, 14, 21, February 28, 2011, from 18.30 to 21.30
Villafranca (VR): Saturday 19 and Sunday, February 20 from 9:30 to 18
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program" Sun, Moon and Ascendant "
- What is Evolutionary Astrology
- Find out what a chart
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What Type Of Weave Does Myamme Wear
/ Gelicidio
It rained for all the day, over the icy ground, and ice coated the trees. Caffinches bramblings and eat fallen seeds from the feeder.
It rained all day on the frozen ground, and ice coated the trees. Under the feed trough and bramblings finches. 
Blue tit / Cinciarella - Pentax K-5-A * 600 / 5.6
It rained for all the day, over the icy ground, and ice coated the trees. Caffinches bramblings and eat fallen seeds from the feeder.
It rained all day on the frozen ground, and ice coated the trees. Under the feed trough and bramblings finches.
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Concrete Bathtub Costs
un'uscitina had to be fast, just to "mark their territory" ...
... the fact is that when I go running I always know where I want to go but I have no idea where I take my instinct!
Sunday lunch there are all the good intentions, "a ride fast, time is short and probably there will be mud. Retrace the contrary made the rounds a few weeks ago and the four are at home ...".
Hamlet-like dilemma: go out with the small or the fat? The fat lady has the smooth tires, the small needs someone to put the whip and you control rods that hold up ... So what?
The fat lady, what a question!
route northward past the river and now the fun begins. On a beautiful
fast sterratone, to do a third full, with the bike Scoda.
Yes, the rear Scoda conspicuously, the mud and the rubber and fruit are not quite agree, damn! Damn, the emotions that I can give the fat, not me by the little miss in a year! Continue west without going over the dirt a few weeks ago, the landscape now know them so well that I am not surprised to see the most colorful vineyards and lush forests hair dressed in bright ... Greeting some farmer intent to harvest the olives, and to my great satisfaction my gesture is reciprocated: I think this is the correct way to ensure the survival of our sport.
I carry up and down the hills of the Marches, with an eye always fixed on the road full of pitfalls, and with the gas wide open to compensate for the lack of anchor ... a pleasure!
Arrival at the carnival: porcaccia a misery have closed! Cares nothing, then I step to the side and slip it in the right place to make a big step: we wanted!
advance further to the west, now the tour is coming to an end when my eyes see a path that goes south ... damn know that look and I know that kind of dirt: they are usually the prelude to trouble, hard work, sweat and swearing ... but also something new, beautiful, exciting than ever, I can tell you!
Street to the south, along a dirt insignificant but guided by my instinct trust.
The first part is flat but as it starts to climb, the mud starts becoming a problem: the bike starts tailing dramatically and I can only move forward thanks to some powerful kick. A carpet of yellow leaves appear before my eyes, I would go back and do not ruin it, but a little selfishly decide to go into the unknown. I get to the asphalt and now I see other paths, but I decide not to go due west, toward the river that always turns out beautiful and fun with Fords and many, many stones: a pleasure!
Esco and I start looking for other routes, my instinct tells me that there's more but I do not know where ...
slowly moves towards the west and in the distance I see the paths that I had wanted to do before. Li snubbed for the umpteenth time, determined to advance towards the mountains but I feel ...
... what the hell I know, the more I try to get away from these places and more I feel that that is where I go.
I'm crazy? Madness ... explain many of the things I do ... but no, I believe in my instinct preclude caring about the opinion of the high!
Slowly I do drive to these locations, I do not know how, but I find them the first time e. .. I pour it in front of yet another playground in this wonderful valley with dirt loose, fast, slippery, but especially beautiful, but really beautiful! :-)
Regardless of the slimy bottom I go to explore this corner of paradise, with a bit of courage and ruthlessness I venture into these dreary places, with the bravado of a child birth to unexplored lands! A long dirt road winds through rolling hills, around me the kind of rapt silence everywhere and plowed land, soaked in the sweat of those who persist in cultivating these lands! There would be told of these people for hours, sometimes crude, disreputable-looking, but a heart of gold, but not today, today I must tell you of my adventures (shit ed).
The sun peeks behind the Carrier's drawing of mountains so dear to me: my time has come, within half an hour it's dark and I have to go home, really. I descend slowly towards the sea, "but no, before you get home there is a small amusement park that I absolutely must see, come back home without seeing it would make no sense." Resigned, I am posting again in search of the "dirt lost" after three failed attempts to find it empty. A beautiful rose of earth, nice and steep, which is ideal for testing the tightness of (fu) MITAS E09. No, I do not trust over the past dirt rubber grip was not right, better to postpone. I look better behind the hill and see that there is a mountain very beautiful and that bodes well ... Via, again, on the first gravel road that I will pour from the front, not knowing where I am and where I'm going, but basically that's how I like traveling, wandering like a gypsy, going nowhere, homeless living life day to day :-)
Now: what you have to say? That this was disgusting dirt? I have not drooled like a Saint Bernard? I'm bored? You say I'm taking with you the report with this too?
I see the top of a dirt road and as I instinctively yelled: "It 's my !!!!" I have never said that mud Marche has hallucinogenic effects? No ???????
I said, I put dirt in yet, now is dark, but I do not care: I decided to get on top of this hill and I will do, whatever the cost!
Batto carpet every single dirt path, the path of wild boar, after ten minutes of futile attempts I reach a clearing, I look around and scream ...!! Scream like a child screaming for satisfaction and disbelief yet another goal achieved. Call Marty: "I am on top of the world! From up here the view extends for miles and miles, the lights, the city, cars ... are small dots in the darkness of these magnificent mountains! It 'a show surreal! "
I sit on the edge of the ravine
... .... (Silence )....
Mané
Clip Art - Inspecting Product
The murderess ..... The Tour
... always comes back on the scene
It's two in the afternoon of a sunny Sunday. The bora is here and with her black clouds that promise thunderstorms: what better occasion to come back four places in four of the crime?
I Ehmmm change of clothes ... I mean, motorcycles, and I go where the tour was over. A few meters and a meeting ... quaddista. My dislike for this kind of people we know, but I will stop in the same chat. A skin is nice and this guy I plus it has my own engine (Suzuki 400): a chat and decide to make of the way together. We go to a ditch where I never dared by only a few hundred meters and smooth tires because we have to give up (for once not mine: - P).
Let's go back and we venture through its lands bordering vineyards and through luxuriant forests. We reach a plowed field: "I do not know how to go from here!" "I know I am calm, palm palm yesterday I scoured the area, follow me!" Way to fast on a muddy dirt road, following the tour did earlier. Really nice to look back over a ditch that I had done the day before, it is obvious I know, but you can in two afford to be bolder and distracting to see the landscape, in short, is more relaxing and enjoyable, if less charming. We are looking for some new feature, until we reach a field where some motocross are training. Way to everyone, jump higher and higher away viaa: lust !!!!!
My friend took his leave, not before showing me some other tasty diversion, I will I get back in the hunt. Reach the territories to the east, I feel some deviation but without success. Reach collinotto from which you can see the sea, "is that I have to get over there!" The goddess of the young adventurers remember me and offers me a good short series of offering delicious dirt roads that lead me in a short one km from the sea, but ... there is no ultimate worth of this revolution: the arrival on the beach!
A road descends into the river, passing under the railway and points east: E 'MIA !!!!!! It 's you, it's you, is you, I'm sure I've done it! In short
arrival at the sea and found a desolate stretch of beach, perfect to play a bit! Acceleration at all screaming with joy, contentment is too much! I am overjoyed, for the umpteenth time my determination won!
passed the phase of euphoria, sadly, I take the point and the bitumen blocks south, toward my loved me is waiting with open arms!
Mané
It's two in the afternoon of a sunny Sunday. The bora is here and with her black clouds that promise thunderstorms: what better occasion to come back four places in four of the crime?
I Ehmmm change of clothes ... I mean, motorcycles, and I go where the tour was over. A few meters and a meeting ... quaddista. My dislike for this kind of people we know, but I will stop in the same chat. A skin is nice and this guy I plus it has my own engine (Suzuki 400): a chat and decide to make of the way together. We go to a ditch where I never dared by only a few hundred meters and smooth tires because we have to give up (for once not mine: - P).
Let's go back and we venture through its lands bordering vineyards and through luxuriant forests. We reach a plowed field: "I do not know how to go from here!" "I know I am calm, palm palm yesterday I scoured the area, follow me!" Way to fast on a muddy dirt road, following the tour did earlier. Really nice to look back over a ditch that I had done the day before, it is obvious I know, but you can in two afford to be bolder and distracting to see the landscape, in short, is more relaxing and enjoyable, if less charming. We are looking for some new feature, until we reach a field where some motocross are training. Way to everyone, jump higher and higher away viaa: lust !!!!!
My friend took his leave, not before showing me some other tasty diversion, I will I get back in the hunt. Reach the territories to the east, I feel some deviation but without success. Reach collinotto from which you can see the sea, "is that I have to get over there!" The goddess of the young adventurers remember me and offers me a good short series of offering delicious dirt roads that lead me in a short one km from the sea, but ... there is no ultimate worth of this revolution: the arrival on the beach!
A road descends into the river, passing under the railway and points east: E 'MIA !!!!!! It 's you, it's you, is you, I'm sure I've done it! In short
arrival at the sea and found a desolate stretch of beach, perfect to play a bit! Acceleration at all screaming with joy, contentment is too much! I am overjoyed, for the umpteenth time my determination won!
passed the phase of euphoria, sadly, I take the point and the bitumen blocks south, toward my loved me is waiting with open arms!
Mané
Watch Back To School Online
you do not expect
Around you do not expect is there, a few miles from home, hidden in valleys that have seen a thousand times, hidden between curves and where did you go back three thousand times ... and 'them , where he had been trying for months, but you've never found it and had accepted defeat in spite of yourself: you had recognized your intuition, the most important thing for a lone wolf like you, he was wrong!
14.30 pm, after having taken over the hangover of Smerillistok and still think of the songs out of tune out loud, I'm in the saddle.
Goretex? Of course, if it is already too much as the poor (the transalp) again After a month of neglect on the street, I figured if I do well off ...
San Benedetto del Tronto and then up the ridge of the Piceno.
first ascents, some made in full curve and the usual wonderful views, a nice mix of feelings that I usually smile on his face from the forward motion ebete.La safe regardless of 92.000km and many suffered beatings ... how should I understand that he wanted to be a Sgambati, he needed ... you see, after you and I have the same character: both are free spirits who hate standing still :-) I put the autopilot (the transalp these streets knows better ANAS) and let my eyes free to roam in the hills the Piceno, until ...
"and ... mo quell'agriturismo those who have made? look at that beautiful lake and what a beautiful dirt road, maybe from there you can get in on the other side of the hill ... Manè no no, we said anything off ... we give just a second ... had not said anything off ... but .... damn you are always the usual, oh well let's incastraci, but know that if you quit to return to the bitumen and that is that "hi hi hi it is difficult to put in agreement the two sides of my personality: the wise and the unconscious. fast down to the pond, but the road will disappear ... "damn now that I had got the food! Mané we said ... ok ok you back to the bitumen sich :-(!
"But it's nice to hear ... tailing the bike when gas from the mud in the corners, then you hear that wants to drop the gas from even making a long skid ... Damn today you go to ditches and dirt! Hour of fitful research by X-ray as well to the walls, do not yield the desired results. They are demoralized, sadly, I went home but suddenly here is a dirt: it's not like those made previously, I can not explain it but I understand that now is the door to an amusement park, the skin and now I feel we sling shot of fire. Reach a stream and now I will pour a maze of streets, left right or straight? Straight, up a steep dirt road to go in the third full !!!!! Lust !!!!!!!! foaming at the mouth begin to explore palm palm area, easy alternatives to winding country roads sterratoni on earth.
Tour for over an hour completely forgetting the meaning of the word "asphalt" and have fun as a child of 5 years. Slowly surpluses in the north, where I never imagined to find dirt and instead ... I began to make up and down from a ridge, finding paths with a disarming ease :-) Wow how beautiful this place, ok the strerrate are fun but the scenery is really beautiful! Top few enduro, now the game gets easier! As a good hound follow the signs, until a meeting with a bike that greets me loooong resing impennando ... the usual sborone! Sin, if you stop to see what I can do a fat woman! I see a detour in the forest ... is a bit steep, but it's too good to not do it! Passes the first step with a beautiful jump and climb to the rest of it all: lust DOUBLE !!!!!!
Avanzo sure you have seen it all, my thoughts have already turned to the next valley, but this is the day of surprises and like magic to me para ... a beautiful stream! Ford sand stones, there is something for everyone! While off wheels as a lifer in front of a beautiful woman, I look around e. .. and where the fuck are they? It 's strange, usually I always know where they are and what direction I'm going but not this time, perhaps too much taken from the fun, They lose track of where I am.
Bitumen, for the first time, comes to my rescue and brings me back on track ... for three yards and left him trying to climb yet another hill. Swan twenty minutes in a beautiful valley with no way out, I go back and find a dirt road that leads me to the north over the hill. The mud and earth give way to gravel, while in front of me Ripatransone para. I go down to the valley, roam far and wide through the beautiful dirt. I reach the river, paco not follow him for a few meters, the ford and I am a beautiful ribbon. Rambles a bit but it is now dark and I'm still looking for a link road to the sea. Viewed from above the valley, I see a couple of routes that might be useful to me and I put me there. I try but I can not find them. Do not give up and try to look eastward, and after ten minutes of exhausting research I find the way I wanted.
's dark, too much to go off on a road I do not know ... I decide to leave! I was very lucky to find these locations, I was good at not let me get carried away in pieces and easy to take up the bike in the technical parts: enough is enough, better content! I put to bed the lone wolf, the hunter The sleuth in me and I return to a more "human".
But how nice it is to chase their dreams ....
Mané 
Around you do not expect is there, a few miles from home, hidden in valleys that have seen a thousand times, hidden between curves and where did you go back three thousand times ... and 'them , where he had been trying for months, but you've never found it and had accepted defeat in spite of yourself: you had recognized your intuition, the most important thing for a lone wolf like you, he was wrong!
14.30 pm, after having taken over the hangover of Smerillistok and still think of the songs out of tune out loud, I'm in the saddle.
Goretex? Of course, if it is already too much as the poor (the transalp) again After a month of neglect on the street, I figured if I do well off ...
San Benedetto del Tronto and then up the ridge of the Piceno.
first ascents, some made in full curve and the usual wonderful views, a nice mix of feelings that I usually smile on his face from the forward motion ebete.La safe regardless of 92.000km and many suffered beatings ... how should I understand that he wanted to be a Sgambati, he needed ... you see, after you and I have the same character: both are free spirits who hate standing still :-) I put the autopilot (the transalp these streets knows better ANAS) and let my eyes free to roam in the hills the Piceno, until ...
"and ... mo quell'agriturismo those who have made? look at that beautiful lake and what a beautiful dirt road, maybe from there you can get in on the other side of the hill ... Manè no no, we said anything off ... we give just a second ... had not said anything off ... but .... damn you are always the usual, oh well let's incastraci, but know that if you quit to return to the bitumen and that is that "hi hi hi it is difficult to put in agreement the two sides of my personality: the wise and the unconscious. fast down to the pond, but the road will disappear ... "damn now that I had got the food! Mané we said ... ok ok you back to the bitumen sich :-(!
"But it's nice to hear ... tailing the bike when gas from the mud in the corners, then you hear that wants to drop the gas from even making a long skid ... Damn today you go to ditches and dirt! Hour of fitful research by X-ray as well to the walls, do not yield the desired results. They are demoralized, sadly, I went home but suddenly here is a dirt: it's not like those made previously, I can not explain it but I understand that now is the door to an amusement park, the skin and now I feel we sling shot of fire. Reach a stream and now I will pour a maze of streets, left right or straight? Straight, up a steep dirt road to go in the third full !!!!! Lust !!!!!!!! foaming at the mouth begin to explore palm palm area, easy alternatives to winding country roads sterratoni on earth.
Tour for over an hour completely forgetting the meaning of the word "asphalt" and have fun as a child of 5 years. Slowly surpluses in the north, where I never imagined to find dirt and instead ... I began to make up and down from a ridge, finding paths with a disarming ease :-) Wow how beautiful this place, ok the strerrate are fun but the scenery is really beautiful! Top few enduro, now the game gets easier! As a good hound follow the signs, until a meeting with a bike that greets me loooong resing impennando ... the usual sborone! Sin, if you stop to see what I can do a fat woman! I see a detour in the forest ... is a bit steep, but it's too good to not do it! Passes the first step with a beautiful jump and climb to the rest of it all: lust DOUBLE !!!!!!
Avanzo sure you have seen it all, my thoughts have already turned to the next valley, but this is the day of surprises and like magic to me para ... a beautiful stream! Ford sand stones, there is something for everyone! While off wheels as a lifer in front of a beautiful woman, I look around e. .. and where the fuck are they? It 's strange, usually I always know where they are and what direction I'm going but not this time, perhaps too much taken from the fun, They lose track of where I am.
Bitumen, for the first time, comes to my rescue and brings me back on track ... for three yards and left him trying to climb yet another hill. Swan twenty minutes in a beautiful valley with no way out, I go back and find a dirt road that leads me to the north over the hill. The mud and earth give way to gravel, while in front of me Ripatransone para. I go down to the valley, roam far and wide through the beautiful dirt. I reach the river, paco not follow him for a few meters, the ford and I am a beautiful ribbon. Rambles a bit but it is now dark and I'm still looking for a link road to the sea. Viewed from above the valley, I see a couple of routes that might be useful to me and I put me there. I try but I can not find them. Do not give up and try to look eastward, and after ten minutes of exhausting research I find the way I wanted.
's dark, too much to go off on a road I do not know ... I decide to leave! I was very lucky to find these locations, I was good at not let me get carried away in pieces and easy to take up the bike in the technical parts: enough is enough, better content! I put to bed the lone wolf, the hunter The sleuth in me and I return to a more "human".
But how nice it is to chase their dreams ....
Mané
I Do It Hair By Myammee
47.10
47.10 when they arrive ste 50? 47.10
decided today is 50! I
47.10 full: 12 liters, there abbbastanza to sleep in flight
47.10 fuck how heavy the machine with 12 liters of mixture!
by 47.10 by which you go!
47.10 miiii but what the hell is running with so much difficle mixture? 47.10
thank goodness it's windy ... 47.10
you fly! 47.20
I missed flying on the deserted beach
47.30 I missed to give gas to all without making a nice wing over
47.50 over the sea: a show! 47.60
back ground: you can dance too!
47.60 47.90
's in the air to the north you can dance too
48.10 go south to the south also we dance I come back to earth back to earth
48.20 48.20
want to overcome the barrier of the wind has a 50
48.20 down: we try again!
48.22 en route to the south: I'm giulianova aarrivando!
48.50 is not exactly the day: dancing the tarantella! 48.60
just got to fly on the beach!
48.70 a child greets me, but I can not give the commands: move your feet somehow
48.80 Giulianova port: DIETROFRONT!
48.90 en route to the north: Forward 3, 5 km / h, the speed of a mosquito 49.50
see the landing but they dance and I have to constantly check the sail
49.80 are on the ground, check the hour meter noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! ! 49.80
fuck, I miss my 50 hours I arrived
49.80 is too windy and I close everything I'm going back home
49.80 "Emma? Are Paul. We're going to fly? - It 's hard. - But then it goes down - ok arrival"
expect the wind drops 49.80 49.80
also arrives at Henry
49.80 go up and down the waterfront waiting for nightfall
49.80 off the wind but Henry soon lands: it is not
49.80
day I get to fly 50 hours !!!!!
decided today is 50! I
47.10 full: 12 liters, there abbbastanza to sleep in flight
47.10 fuck how heavy the machine with 12 liters of mixture!
by 47.10 by which you go!
47.10 miiii but what the hell is running with so much difficle mixture? 47.10
thank goodness it's windy ... 47.10
you fly! 47.20
I missed flying on the deserted beach
47.30 I missed to give gas to all without making a nice wing over
47.50 over the sea: a show! 47.60
back ground: you can dance too!
47.60 47.90
's in the air to the north you can dance too
48.10 go south to the south also we dance I come back to earth back to earth
48.20 48.20
want to overcome the barrier of the wind has a 50
48.20 down: we try again!
48.22 en route to the south: I'm giulianova aarrivando!
48.50 is not exactly the day: dancing the tarantella! 48.60
just got to fly on the beach!
48.70 a child greets me, but I can not give the commands: move your feet somehow
48.80 Giulianova port: DIETROFRONT!
48.90 en route to the north: Forward 3, 5 km / h, the speed of a mosquito 49.50
see the landing but they dance and I have to constantly check the sail
49.80 are on the ground, check the hour meter noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! ! 49.80
fuck, I miss my 50 hours I arrived
49.80 is too windy and I close everything I'm going back home
49.80 "Emma? Are Paul. We're going to fly? - It 's hard. - But then it goes down - ok arrival"
expect the wind drops 49.80 49.80
also arrives at Henry
49.80 go up and down the waterfront waiting for nightfall
49.80 off the wind but Henry soon lands: it is not
49.80
day I get to fly 50 hours !!!!!
Clip Art Of Littlest Pet Shop
Objective achieved!
achievements, I have overcome the barrier of 50 flight hours!
And to think that this day had begun badly, with a takeoff stentatissimo and ended badly with a "fall" while walking along the shoreline with sailing in mind. Nothing broken, the propeller touched the sand but it was not ruined!
I threw a look at the SKY100: he still wants to fly!
I could not disappoint him, I was armed with courage, I made the point about what had happened and the mistakes made, I waited for Paul took off and got back in the air! I feel some strange noise, but the sky was a peraviglia, a pair of wing-over and I queued to Henry Paul and two other flyers.
But how good it feels to fly in the fall of the sea? Heck what a show!
We really wanted to, it took a flight with Henry and Paul, we wanted to see the waterfront from SBT (including a beautiful chick, but that does not say give me the wisdom pervert!) Walk on the biotope, go on home , fuck in the air just for the sake of ... stay in the air! Special flights to all
Mané
ps. hour meter marks 51.60
And to think that this day had begun badly, with a takeoff stentatissimo and ended badly with a "fall" while walking along the shoreline with sailing in mind. Nothing broken, the propeller touched the sand but it was not ruined!
I threw a look at the SKY100: he still wants to fly!
I could not disappoint him, I was armed with courage, I made the point about what had happened and the mistakes made, I waited for Paul took off and got back in the air! I feel some strange noise, but the sky was a peraviglia, a pair of wing-over and I queued to Henry Paul and two other flyers.
But how good it feels to fly in the fall of the sea? Heck what a show!
We really wanted to, it took a flight with Henry and Paul, we wanted to see the waterfront from SBT (including a beautiful chick, but that does not say give me the wisdom pervert!) Walk on the biotope, go on home , fuck in the air just for the sake of ... stay in the air! Special flights to all
Mané
ps. hour meter marks 51.60
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Darmowy Serwer Php Mysql Bez Reklam
The association and its programs - traditional Ayurveda and Ayurvedic Massage
For the record, I have to say that:
Association Mana is not for profit, but asks for a contribution to the teachers who take classes, pay for the cost of maintenance, heating and clean the seat. Participants in the courses and seminars, paid directly to teachers by the amount they are required to attend courses.
For the record, I have to say that:
Association Mana is not for profit, but asks for a contribution to the teachers who take classes, pay for the cost of maintenance, heating and clean the seat. Participants in the courses and seminars, paid directly to teachers by the amount they are required to attend courses.
TRADITIONAL AYURVEDA
with Dr. Swami Vaidya Nath Mishra - ayurvedic doctor
"Giving more years to life and more life to years "
Ayurvedic Consultancy
(reservations required)
November 11, 2010 ore 11-19
and
Intensive First Level
Ayurveda and Ayurvedic Massage
from November 29 to December 4, 2010
9,30-13,00 / 15,00 -18 30
at "Mana"
Voluntary Association Recreation - Cultural - Humanities - Educational
Via Molini - 38010 Zambana Old (TN)-Tel.0461 242187 - E-mail: casetticarla@vodafone.it
For info and registration: Cinzia Del Piccolo
cell.: 349/8042278 - e-mail : cdelpiccolo@yahoo.it
in collaboration with:
Ananda Ashram (MI)
School of Ayurveda, Yoga and Meditation
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