Make A 3d Model Of A Church

What is the key to enter.

Death comes in a rush and then stops right beside you. It smiles, almost, whispering something that you can't bear to hear, and then vanishes.
And then you find yourself on the phone, with your aunt telling you that the son of friends died last night. And your mom's not here, and you dad's not either, so you have to get up in the morning, get dressed all in black - black pants, black t.shirt and sandals that really didn't match - and go over to their place because they're family and you really want to be close to them right now.
His father's the one who saw me when I first got back to Italy, six months old, in my mom's arms. She's my godmother, and they really care for me and have always been there for me if I needed anything. And their son, Maurizio, is dead. He was affected by this genetic thing, similar to polio, and for the past 15 years he's been sick. I saw him recently and he was in bed and couldn't speak nor move or eat properly anymore and had to be assisted at all times.
They're marvelous people. They are just so sweet that it broke my heart to see them so composed and almost resigned, as if they were trying to cope with it in the best of ways, because he really ended all his suffering now.
Zio Luciano told me that he'll always be there for me, and I was hugging him hard and couldn't fight back the tears. Barbara and Robera, their two daugthers, kept me company and it almost seemed like they were trying to console me and not the other way around.
In the end I went away around one o'clock and went to the chuch for the funeral. It was yesterday, and now it's over. Over.

Fullmetal Alchemist Vs Bleach

Iachia @ 2010-06-19T23: 44:00

I'm about to kill one of my best friends. KILL HER IN A VERY PAINFUL WAY.
ONE HOUR AND THIRTEEN MINUTES LATE, THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR HAVING RUINED MY EVENING OUT WITH MY FRIENDS WHO RIGHT NOW WILL BE ON THE BEACH OR IN A PUB HAVING FUN.

Men Who Lve To Masterbate Secretly

. Black Inside.

So, I really don't know how to do this. Or what to do with myself, apart from studying, yeah XD
I love you. And that's the worst best thing that could ever happen to me.
I love you and I'm also supposedly getting over you, which is good. Oh, so good to be free, except when you're not.
I met some wonderful people yesterday night and I'm going to catch up with them tomorrow, before they go back in Friuli ç_ç so I can't wait. But I also am being aware of the fact that, Hell yeah, it's still me and still you. And we're nothing if not friends which is wonderful, because I really appreciate this kind of friendship and the thought of you being so similar to me that it really freaks me out sometimes. It does, believe me.
So, here I am, thinking that I love you, for who you are and for what we can Have together, a beautiful relationship Which I really want to cherish and let grow stronger.
I am smiling to myself, thinking about you while breathing in summer's fresh air.
I do, a thousand times.

Mom Strangled Me In A Dream

We may be the only ones tomorrow. Everywhere I go

I just got back home and once again smile.
These days I seem to have mostly good days, certainly messy, but there are many small facets that make wonderful and terrible at the same time.
First there are the girls, anyway, a habit that I hope will never go away, including ice cream and evenings playing poker and phone calls, and future plans.
Then there are the friends that if they had told you a year ago, there would never believed, those who take to you immediately and not leave you more, but always distant, always close.
Then there's the family, which as usual is messed up and not take you anywhere, it leaves you there with the discussions and things unsaid and bitterness in the mouth it is hoped that sooner or later steps.
There are a thousand things for which the penalty is to be here, a thousand things that's worth smiling, and I thank you very much, because in bad times I'll always remember you.

Business Dornation To The Church

WWF: Warning Weeks Fest - revenge

Fidipù I hate, because it brings into play the Panda-Puccio (Panda-Puccio I choose you! Gotta catch'em all!) And I can not resist the Panda-Puccio, then here is the WWF Challenge permanent.
And because I like the reds, and since the bronze is the color that is closest to the bronze will point to that!
So, come on, roll up our sleeves and contromaniche:

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