What Happens If I Swallow A Sponge?

The traveler forever (just another hanged)

Hangman watching his feet. Even when the storm is about to begin. The wind raises dust around. Below. There are steps that have brought them. There's always been.
In fact, there is much to look: a few stones, the soil dry, the usual cockroaches. Even when it is starting to rain. Hangman does not look up, he looks at his feet. While the first heavy drops crashing the dryness of the wood of the gallows dripping rivulets of mud.

The stranger draws near, sock boots, he asks, his voice is a thousand of those present, What is the guilt that you condemned to the gallows, who transformed the meat that a man did the last time you signal that the boundary of this wilderness. The man who talks about wearing the male force that holds the rope, the broad shoulders of those who know the earth, the hands of those who throughout his life he worked. Door in front of the black mark from the time he left his blue eyes.

But you look at your feet hanging. Even as the water running down the sides of the copious head bowed.
can not answer because the wind is denied to the dead, and as only the dead and the mad and the dogs know, only the wind can lead his answer. Would have a voice choked with nostalgia: for the wife, son, let the veil that separates the worlds.
have been judged as a thief and hung on this hanger, cut their wrists because the blood is able to drain free on the hard earth, the narrow gorge by rope enough to choke, hung like game that I dared to hunt in the land of my lord's meal crows like the deer in my family it was voracious. Mine is the fate of the prey that my lord would never fed but instead had enough of this slaughter their anger.

The stranger heard the wind rising. Beyond the broken body can glimpse the outlines of a settlement, the smoke from the chimneys rises in the midst of the incessant rain. He runs his hand through his thick hair and blacks before resuming his journey in search of a place spend the night. But you look
hanged feet. Even while the man walks away with the mark on the forehead. Along the path. That probably will be forced to take forever.

There's a man hung motionless in the wind

few kilometers outside the city above the clouds no wind
mirror to people who leave.

There's a man hung motionless in the wind

few kilometers outside the city as a sigh, without a voice
found among the bodies
peace talks with the crows on the cross
please a sigh of peace.

What Happens If I Swallow A Sponge?

The traveler forever (just another hanged)

Hangman watching his feet. Even when the storm is about to begin. The wind raises dust around. Below. There are steps that have brought them. There's always been.
In fact, there is much to look: a few stones, the soil dry, the usual cockroaches. Even when it is starting to rain. Hangman does not look up, he looks at his feet. While the first heavy drops crashing the dryness of the wood of the gallows dripping rivulets of mud.

The stranger draws near, sock boots, he asks, his voice is a thousand of those present, What is the guilt that you condemned to the gallows, who transformed the meat that a man did the last time you signal that the boundary of this wilderness. The man who talks about wearing the male force that holds the rope, the broad shoulders of those who know the earth, the hands of those who throughout his life he worked. Door in front of the black mark from the time he left his blue eyes.

But you look at your feet hanging. Even as the water running down the sides of the copious head bowed.
can not answer because the wind is denied to the dead, and as only the dead and the mad and the dogs know, only the wind can lead his answer. Would have a voice choked with nostalgia: for the wife, son, let the veil that separates the worlds.
have been judged as a thief and hung on this hanger, cut their wrists because the blood is able to drain free on the hard earth, the narrow gorge by rope enough to choke, hung like game that I dared to hunt in the land of my lord's meal crows like the deer in my family it was voracious. Mine is the fate of the prey that my lord would never fed but instead had enough of this slaughter their anger.

The stranger heard the wind rising. Beyond the broken body can glimpse the outlines of a settlement, the smoke from the chimneys rises in the midst of the incessant rain. He runs his hand through his thick hair and blacks before resuming his journey in search of a place spend the night. But you look
hanged feet. Even while the man walks away with the mark on the forehead. Along the path. That probably will be forced to take forever.

There's a man hung motionless in the wind

few kilometers outside the city above the clouds no wind
mirror to people who leave.

There's a man hung motionless in the wind

few kilometers outside the city as a sigh, without a voice
found among the bodies
peace talks with the crows on the cross
please a sigh of peace.

How Many Years Can A Severe Copd Patient Live?

The spolitica The legislator gone mad Sicilian


1. Lombardo breaks through the inertia and convinces Miccichè ;
2. The PD sicilia tries to involve the People's Party for a strategic alliance;
3. The PDL takes the initiative and convened in Rome Lombardo : must tell us who he is!
4. loyalists have exhausted the patience. There is no air of crisis.
5. Bersani wand fellow Sicilian : enough alliances abnormal!
6. Challenge Lombardo in Rome: we are determined!
7. still Lombardo: the key to Sicily in the balance of the national government to stop attacking us

And so on for over 3 years now. And 'This is the Sicilian political .
we never hear of projects, work, environment, energy, school, sports ... word is never spoken Policy. That is just a Sicilian carousel agreements above and under the table, mess-ups (underhand ), betrayals and removals rapprochements , of \u200b\u200bsmiles, pats on the back, and reverse ultimatum without dignity. With a bit of a smell of mafia that never hurts. A show

disgusting that tend only to complete a term incomprehensible and, above all, to bring home 20 000 € per month (each) for the next 2 or 3 years.

(foo win)

How Many Years Can A Severe Copd Patient Live?

The spolitica The legislator gone mad Sicilian


1. Lombardo breaks through the inertia and convinces Miccichè ;
2. The PD sicilia tries to involve the People's Party for a strategic alliance;
3. The PDL takes the initiative and convened in Rome Lombardo : must tell us who he is!
4. loyalists have exhausted the patience. There is no air of crisis.
5. Bersani wand fellow Sicilian : enough alliances abnormal!
6. Challenge Lombardo in Rome: we are determined!
7. still Lombardo: the key to Sicily in the balance of the national government to stop attacking us

And so on for over 3 years now. And 'This is the Sicilian political .
we never hear of projects, work, environment, energy, school, sports ... word is never spoken Policy. That is just a Sicilian carousel agreements above and under the table, mess-ups (underhand ), betrayals and removals rapprochements , of \u200b\u200bsmiles, pats on the back, and reverse ultimatum without dignity. With a bit of a smell of mafia that never hurts. A show

disgusting that tend only to complete a term incomprehensible and, above all, to bring home 20 000 € per month (each) for the next 2 or 3 years.

(foo win)

Bmw Gina Price For Gina

In Italy it was always thought that the problems are being solved at the sound of laws. The result is that there are too many , unnecessary and often contradictory, writes Gerhard Mumelter.La Italian legislation resembles the Scottish Highlands: a swampy place and foggy. No one knows exactly how many are the laws of the republic, perhaps even 50 thousand , as suggested by the lawyer Michele Ainis.

In Italy it was always thought that the problems are being solved by enforcing legislation, launching often incomprehensible rules and introduce unnecessary crimes such as "unauthorized scattering of ashes." Read
rewritten, corrected or partially modified, providing penalties " referred to in Legislative Decree 1 August 2003, No. 259, as amended by Article 2, paragraph 136 of Decree-Law 3 October 2006, n. 262, converted , with modifications, into law November 24, 2006, No. 286 .

In Italy the laws are rarely written for the common good. Are not undertaken to prevent, but to remedy the problems. We need to caste or groups of powers, and often messes born to compromise or populist demands. Many exist only on paper.

Among the main causes of this situation is the incompetence of the legislators: an amateur tainted by ideology, tricks, interests, mechanisms and self-improvisation. Many laws originate in the emotional climate caused by the tragedies. A Roma
drunk kills four people? It immediately approves a law to realize - a few days later - that not work.

summer fires multiply? It responds with a rule, then held that municipalities do not include the land into the burned areas. Without the law, lies the deception: the penis up to three years are ignored, then there are discounts, benefits, home care, foster care social services, probation, ... prescription

To legislate on sensitive issues, the ritual involves the creation of the enemy of the moment: the hooligans, the Roma rapist, the sorceress deceptive, the Muslim suspicion. Clear evidence of this is the immigration legislation. In the absence of a coherent policy, for years the governments of left and right have been assigned to the practice of the expulsion order and amnesties.

Now, with the prisons full and 1,200 places in cpt, invents the crime of illegal immigration, which applies to more than one million immigrants. Who made them come in? The answer is the police chief, Antonio Manganelli: "In Italy there is a pardon newspaper."

The same state that has for years turned a blind eye to the presence of illegal immigrants, now presents itself as the guarantor of security. It runs for cover with measures of the facade. That confirmed an unwritten rule that is not the reality that counts but the "perception .

is obvious that the carers would help stabilize the law and economics, but the word amnesty " not part of the vocabulary" Minister Maroni. to say: we know exist, but we pretend not to see them.
Another ploy successfully tested is to go with delayed action far more urgent, as happened with the saving clause premier stuck in the security package. Finally there is the law

show: the 35 billion operation launched in nine minutes and a half, as pointed out by the press full of admiration. Forgetting one small detail: half of those rules was still to be written. Lex dubia non obligat .

* Gerhard Mumelter is the Italian correspondent of the Austrian newspaper Der Standard. To send a message to foreign journalists: corrispondente@internazionale.it

Bmw Gina Price For Gina

In Italy it was always thought that the problems are being solved at the sound of laws. The result is that there are too many , unnecessary and often contradictory, writes Gerhard Mumelter.La Italian legislation resembles the Scottish Highlands: a swampy place and foggy. No one knows exactly how many are the laws of the republic, perhaps even 50 thousand , as suggested by the lawyer Michele Ainis.

In Italy it was always thought that the problems are being solved by enforcing legislation, launching often incomprehensible rules and introduce unnecessary crimes such as "unauthorized scattering of ashes." Read
rewritten, corrected or partially modified, providing penalties " referred to in Legislative Decree 1 August 2003, No. 259, as amended by Article 2, paragraph 136 of Decree-Law 3 October 2006, n. 262, converted , with modifications, into law November 24, 2006, No. 286 .

In Italy the laws are rarely written for the common good. Are not undertaken to prevent, but to remedy the problems. We need to caste or groups of powers, and often messes born to compromise or populist demands. Many exist only on paper.

Among the main causes of this situation is the incompetence of the legislators: an amateur tainted by ideology, tricks, interests, mechanisms and self-improvisation. Many laws originate in the emotional climate caused by the tragedies. A Roma
drunk kills four people? It immediately approves a law to realize - a few days later - that not work.

summer fires multiply? It responds with a rule, then held that municipalities do not include the land into the burned areas. Without the law, lies the deception: the penis up to three years are ignored, then there are discounts, benefits, home care, foster care social services, probation, ... prescription

To legislate on sensitive issues, the ritual involves the creation of the enemy of the moment: the hooligans, the Roma rapist, the sorceress deceptive, the Muslim suspicion. Clear evidence of this is the immigration legislation. In the absence of a coherent policy, for years the governments of left and right have been assigned to the practice of the expulsion order and amnesties.

Now, with the prisons full and 1,200 places in cpt, invents the crime of illegal immigration, which applies to more than one million immigrants. Who made them come in? The answer is the police chief, Antonio Manganelli: "In Italy there is a pardon newspaper."

The same state that has for years turned a blind eye to the presence of illegal immigrants, now presents itself as the guarantor of security. It runs for cover with measures of the facade. That confirmed an unwritten rule that is not the reality that counts but the "perception .

is obvious that the carers would help stabilize the law and economics, but the word amnesty " not part of the vocabulary" Minister Maroni. to say: we know exist, but we pretend not to see them.
Another ploy successfully tested is to go with delayed action far more urgent, as happened with the saving clause premier stuck in the security package. Finally there is the law

show: the 35 billion operation launched in nine minutes and a half, as pointed out by the press full of admiration. Forgetting one small detail: half of those rules was still to be written. Lex dubia non obligat .

* Gerhard Mumelter is the Italian correspondent of the Austrian newspaper Der Standard. To send a message to foreign journalists: corrispondente@internazionale.it