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Dylan Dog: arriva domani l'indagatore dell'incubo......

will be released tomorrow in theaters March 16th the highly anticipated "Dylan Dog-The Movie."

Dylan Dog, the legendary detective of the nightmare created by the brilliant minds of Tiziano Sclavi in 1986 after bringing millions of people to turn the pages of the comic book character that saw him reach for the first time on the big screen. A

play as Dylan Dog Inedit unconventional is Brandon Routh. Despite the desire to rest, however, that the detective is a job that should never be retired and the protagonist will be asked to decipher the inscriptions found on ancient artifact. A film full of surprises, expertly directed by Kevin Munroe that will certainly not disappoint fans of historical Dylan Dog, intriguing character that even those who do not yet know.

Further information can be found on www.comingsoon.it

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è da ieri che penso alla festa della donna. Alle mimose che una volta la prof di religione ha portato a tutte, a quella volta in cui un simpatico doganiere le regalò alla Tata mentre veniva a lavoro.
Che poi da noi in famiglia gli auguri papà si dimentica puntualmente del fatto che sia la festa della donna.
E non ci diamo molto peso, sinceramente.
Ieri nessuno si è ricordato che era l'8 marzo fino a quando il maestro di sci di Fratellino non ha chiamato la sua ragazza per farle gli auguri e Fratellino ha rimbeccato papà di essersene dimenticato.
Ed oggi ho pensato di scrivere un post sulle donne. Le mie donne, quelle che fanno parte praticamente sempre del mio cerchio di affetti e della mia vita.
Prima fra tutte, a myself. Why is my doing what I am to become, if they are constantly trying not to get crushed by the failure to see.
And then my mother, who sacrificed herself for us. He stopped working, there was so much next time and still does. At
Nonnabionda that despite the Prussian way of life and character very demanding (or perhaps because of it) has never let her go. has succeeded in setting up the company, when they arrived from Milan to Switzerland and his grandfather was depressed because business was bad. And besides being utter his portrait, I inherited the bigoted nature yet so tough (only what I want, of course).
to Nonnacastana, who taught me quite naturally to enjoy the little things. What I began to read by reading aloud when I was not able. I write long e-mails that are pure exercise diary and I reciprocate the same enthusiasm.
At Tata, which has replaced my mother (and thankfully). I know from when I went to kindergarten, that so often with news and gossip a bit fast 'frivolous a bit' romantic heartened me in so many days. That which will never stop recommend books that no sane person would read and then tells me:
"But I prefer the Harmony!" And that convinced me to read a romance novel. Then I had the courage to tell her that I was disgusted, but this is another story.
The angel, she who taught me to read, to use computers and I stand still in school. That was the best teacher of support that could have happened, with his quiet gentleness and good sense that the guide always.
To my professors, all of them. To those who trust you day and night, to those which at first I considered it a hindrance to the progress of the lesson and then I have learned to know and to hear them. Women are, on the whole a most absurd of the other, but get to know it all are real people good or bad you hide behind the frivolity. At
Prof. N, in particular. Why is the best teacher I could ever, pur non essendo realmente mia prof. Perché è l'unica a padroneggiare tanta cultura e ad usarla nei pettegolezzi citando Catullo quando si descrive il modo di fare di una prof.
Ed infine a voi, amiche blogger. Perché sono latitante in questo periodo e non posso più leggere quel che scrivete (il mio pc rifiuta tutti i blog). Perché ogni commento che mi regalate mi regala un sorriso, una rassicurazione. E perché so che bene o male ci sarete sempre.

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Lock in March 2011 by Thomas De Falco
photo by Guido Taroni
model Mercedes Alves

Lock .... Block

Beauty is made captive by the same nature in its duplicity: benign / stepmother. Angela
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Capita che in un momento in cui si ha bisogno di conforto, si guarda fra le cose che il conforto lo creano in automatico.
Ogni tanto (ogni tanto spesso, ultimamente) capita che io rilegga le poesie del Poeta che ho messo sul diario.
Se le avessi available to all, I would probably copy all (so all his books) in the diary already too long.
but since it's not, I'll settle for five or six poems, one of those so beautiful to make you tear a tear of emotion, affection and tenderness
I decided to keep a poem to put in here for today, to light a candle in this period for me is gray gray as the sky so to speak.
I had to choose between two poems: one dedicated to the daughters of the poet or the prof dedicated to his wife?
I thought about that a little over two ily 'because I already had a wife on the set and because there are many mothers, many people who read this blog.
This is beautiful.
I can not say anything else, is a beautiful poem. Read
.... Re-read if you like.
not speak anymore, I think we have the poet. To my daughters


There you are, as night falls on regional

here where women

doze and dream of someone, but you do not leave me

while the cart pulled by slave boy

strikes against the seat where I write

- and 'the life of the poor, slavery' wages

Sunday bristling with sharp edges.

But you are there, behind the locust

are on the horizon that will turn

as the train crosses my country,

you water in the background and also the line of hills in the distance

clothes pearl

first night navigation
Antonia eyed leaf and you glowing Life

pure iris against the sky, I would like the

My smile provincial

help you live between the walls

as mica, if you see it in a stone,

I wish my words could have

light pebbles from the riverbed

and shadow reflected in 'water,

I have taught compassion

not only for the woman with no hands but also

for men who believe they have the head,

I let the beauty of the grass common

the contra of the branches in the wind

mild gaze of my mother in the kitchen

the dreams of those who are 'disappeared without a will

applications of the moon in the firmament.