Thursday, March 24, 2011

Cleaning Bottom Of Volleyball Shoes



CITY 'GLASS
Vetroin City of Glass City of the writer of detective novels Daniel Quinn receives a phone call in the middle of the night by an individual in despair looking for Paul Auster, detective of the elusive' "Auster Detective Agency." Quinn closes the communication, but in the nights following the calls are treated and Quinn decides to assume the identity of Paul Auster. Peter and Virginia Stillman hire Quinn, Paul Auster, believing it to be protected from Peter's father, just released from prison. Father and son bear the same name: Peter Stillman. The father has locked up the little Peter in a room for nine years with the intent to discover the original language of innocence, died after he acquired the concept of evil after the fall from Eden. Quinn keeps track of everything that is learned in a notebook (common thread that comes in so many novels of Auster).
Instead of trying to hurt his son or Virginia, the old Stillman goes around Manhattan collecting items broken and useless. The aim is to create conditions for a language that finally make the essence of things. At the end of the story
Quinn disappears from the book and the reader discovers that a friend of the austere character of the book, also a writer, he used the manuscript found in Quinn's room from which he disappeared for writing City of Glass.

GHOSTS Ghosts In contrast, it happens that those who are stalking, in turn, feel stalked. The Blue investigator, hired by White (who shows a thinly-veiled disguise: false beard, bushy eyebrows, etc.) is charged with overseeing a man, the Black. As a result of these checks must file a weekly report to White, who, even weekly, will have a check. Blue was his former colleague as a teacher Brown, now retired to private life after reaching retirement age.
Blue begins stalking him in front of the apartment House of Black, who is always ready to write: red pen in a notebook. The latter has a complicated life: sometimes goes out for shopping to distract the cinema, walking, and often wanders aimlessly in New York austeriana. Blue is more precise in his work: If Black is spying must be a criminal, and this leads him, without success, to follow him everywhere.
is thus to discover that they are no more reports that he sent to White, then that is nothing but the same Black. Blue feels shadowed and Black faces and called upon to reveal what is in the red notebook that every day Black compiled heavily. Is nothing but the same story that the reader reads, Ghosts.

the locked room
In the closed room the protagonist identifies herself to the point in the life of his friend, to the point of marrying the widow and adopted son ... and find the names of characters from the first book, as Stillman, Quinn and Henry Dark



personal note: three witty and clever ways to address the issue of the human mind with its complexity and fragility.

Monday, March 21, 2011

Does Aspiration Mean Choking

months Bent Creek - March

the cock here in March, I would say right on schedule. and below the calendar to where I arrived today

here and instead show in all its beauty of the sal Vautier antonella ! is very nice, right? and with her I guess we just finished the Carello work! thanks to all of the company in embroidery.


The était une Fée always Isabelle Vautier , embroidered on linen Belfast 32 ct - White Opalescent, yarn DMC 150-3733

Saturday, March 19, 2011

Omega Watches In Toronto

sal tralala, stage III

graziano on linen 11 threads, raw yarn floss DMC

and these three little ladies together
and finally received an award from Marika . thanks a lot
the rules are simple you have to put the image above on the blog to thank the person who sent him there and appoint 3 other blogs that you want to know which are the following
creative blog I have chosen three foreign to let you know something different and to show you how good we are we women in the world.

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Diagram Of Ship's Crows Nest

like roses

on linen dyed hand dyed fabric hand polstitches , Moulin DMC 151 and 600
particular roses in the photo justice

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Watch New Vietnamese Movie Online

W ITALY


O my country, I see the walls and arches and columns and
statues and herms
Towers of our ancestors,
But I do not see the glory, I do not see
Laura and laden with iron Whence
Our Fathers old. Or made helpless, naked
forehead and bare chest monsters. Alas
how many wounds,
What stripes, that blood! oh I see what you,
Formosissima woman! I ask the sky and the world
: say you say;
who reduced it to that? And this is worse,
That chain has both her arms laden,
Yes, her hair disheveled and without a veil
sits forlorn and neglected on the ground, hiding his face

Among the knees, and weeps.
Weep, whence you that well, my Italy,
The people born to conquer
And the auspicious destiny and in the estuary.


If your eyes were the two live sources,
Never could the tears
adjustments to your damage and the shame;
you were a woman, are now the poor maid.
who speaks or writes about you, What
, remembering your past glory,
not say it was great already, now is not that?
Why, why? where is the ancient force,
Where the arms and the value and constancy? Who
discinse the sword?
Who betrayed you? what art or what O what a lot of effort
puissance
Valse to strip the robe and the gold bands? How or when you fell

From such a height so low spot? No
battle for you? No you do not defend
de 'yours? The weapons, the weapons here: I just
fight, only I procomberò.
Give me, O heavens, that fire
Agl'italici breasts my blood.

Where are your children? I hear the sound of weapons and chariots and
of voices and timbales: In
aliens districts
Pugnano your children.
Wait, Italy, wait. I see, and Parma,
A fluttering of soldiers and horses,
And smoke and dust, and flashing swords
As between fog bursts. Neither
comfort you? and trembling lights
folds not suffer the doubtful event?
A battle that in those fields
The Itala gioventude? O gods, or deities:
Pugnani for other land itali Acciari.
Oh wretched man who is off at war,
home shores is not for them and for the pious
wife and children dear,
But enemies of others,
For other people, and can not say dying, Alma
homeland,
life you gave me I am here.

Oh dear and fortunate and blessed
The old age, death
throng to the home nations team;
And you always honored and glorious, O
Thessalian narrow
Where to Persia and the fate far less strong
Fu poch'alme frank and generous!
I believe that plants and rocks and the wave
And the mountains in your temporary
with indistinct voice
Narrin since all that shore
Cover the undefeated ranks
De 'bodies were ch'alla Greece devotees.
Then, vile and vicious,
Xerxes to the Hellespont to flight, the last
Done mockery grandchildren;
And on the hill of Antela, where dying
escaped death by the holy host, Simonides
Salia,
Watching the ether and the navy and the ground.

and tears shed both her cheeks,
, my chest heaving, and the shaky foot
Toglieasi man in the pound: Blessed
you
Ch'offriste the chest to the enemy spears
For the love of this woman who at Sol I gave it
you that Greece colas, and the world admires.
anus and its' dangers
What great love young girls minds, nell'acerbo fate
What drew you love?
How blithe or children
The last hour there seemed in order smiling
Correste pace hard and tearful? Parea
that to dance and not to death Each went
de 'contents, or gorgeous banquet:
But v'attendea
the dark Tartarus, and the waves died;
Neither were your wives or children near the hole on the rugged shore
When
Without kisses you died and without tears .

But not without 'Lost
horrible pain and immortal angst. How
lion within a herd of bulls
Or jump to the one in the back and yes digs
With your back teeth, bite
Or this side or the thigh;
Tal lost among hordes raged
The Wrath of 'Greek breasts and virtue.
Ve 'horses and riders on their backs;
View hinder the vanquished
Escape wagons and tents falling, and run between
' Primieri
Pale and disheveled It tyrant
Ve 'as infusions and blood stained
the barbarian Greeks heroes, Lost
caused to the infinite sorrow,
Gradually losers from the wounds,
The one above the other falls. Oh alive, oh alive: Blessed
you
While the world is spoken or write. Before

uprooted, falling into the sea,
Spente IMI strideran stars,
That memory and your love
spend or shrunken.
Your tomb is an altar, and showing here
Verran mothers to parvoli
the fine footsteps of your blood. Here I bow down, O blessed
, soil
And kiss these stones and these turf, hay
What praised and eternally clear
from one to another pole.
Ah I were with you while below, blood and soft
Fosse my ground this soul.
What if fate is different, and does not allow for Greece that I
the dying light
Close prostrate at war, so the Verecondo

Fame doeth for the future of your prophet
May, the gods willing,


Both endure as your hard.
Giacomo Leopardi, Italy



because perhaps never before in these tragic days, the Italians should learn to be a bit 'more patriotic. Today I've read many opinions of people on this day and I admit that some are deeply disappointed. I believe that you have no post for remember that today is the feast of ordinary people like us, as our grandparents, the poor people with nothing who fought to create a home that we are mistreated. Today is the feast of the things that do not go to Italy, today is the feast that remembers those who fought with pride because Italy was a unique and free.

What's Good For Inflammation In The Kneww?

reviews

CITY 'OF GLASS - Paul Auster

All can start with a phone call in the middle of the night, as in the case of Daniel Quinn, author of detective novels who accepts the challenge that presents itself and descends in the shoes a detective unknown

personal note: it may seem a cop or a thriller in the first pages, but in fact turns out to be a journey into the human mind. fascinating psychological inquiry

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Famous Stars And Straps Folder Icons

embroidery of a gloomy day


oh yes, since I Idalgo time to devote to the embroidery is very little .... including dogs, cats and horses every so often I'm wrong with the names, but ahahaha
in this gloomy Sunday, after the obligatory cleaning, I am given to finish this embroidery on canvas of the great Patty with DMC. I have an idea of \u200b\u200bhow to package it, let's see if I can given my limited skills as a seamstress
and since my blog is called "stitch in nature ".... after the embroidery here is a piece of nature, and in particular, this cuddly Saint Bernard named Heidi and whom I am madly in love. is not a love?

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

How Do You Send Suggestions On Poptropica

sal little neighborhood house - the sixth stage

vision of the sixth stage on linen dyed in the
overview to date

Cheap Gold Airsoft Desert Eagle

Today's Sketch 164

Monday, March 7, 2011

Polaroid Spectra System Batteries

reviews


WILD HORSES Cormac McCarthy

plot
Texas, 1949. Torn every bond that shook the earth and the family, John Grady Cole saddle the horse and puts his friend Rawlins ancient track leading to the border and beyond to Mexico, pursuing a noble past and, perhaps, never existed. Through the vastness of the territory majestic and timeless, the two cowboys, plus the tragic and wild Blevins, embark on a mythical journey that takes them into the heart of the rugged and desolate mountains in Mexico. Here, life seems to beat at the same rate of wild horses and Alejandra's eyes can "in the blink of heart shake the world." With a narrative style of Hemingway all'asciuttezza combines the incantatory rhythm of Faulkner, McCarthy destroyed on western cinema dream, and return it with astonishing power to evoke, in the literature.

personal note: original setting Western is a simple but precise to write a novel of adventure amazing

Sunday, March 6, 2011

Where Can I Find A Razor Claw In Heartgold

Today's Sketch 163

And again ... studies night ... ie I made them tonight! XD

Friday, March 4, 2011

Silver Springs Mall Calgary

Today's Sketch 162

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Red Bracelet Zac Efron

LHN SAL "the old west" stage I


canvas of legendary patty and DMC, this is the first step

and these are very small and I Tilly !!!!!