What Is This Red Area On My Tongue?

HEADING" Through the Looking Glass "(Carroll cited)

The two so-called "bimbeminkia" Matilda and Lucrezia had a brilliant idea to make this more exciting, EMH, seguitissima, EMH, blog. Since we often go for some time now, I have been highlighted unique characteristics of us, for better or for worse. We are here today (and tomorrow and tomorrow, and tomorrow the day after tomorrow) to tease everyone, satanic laugh ahahahaha * *. So be prepared psychologically to not offend you, because we will not be so bad, in fact, we also make fun of themselves.
In fact today I will present (not present, it obviously was not doing too well ... Matilda) the first of the characters Meeting of the Creative Writing! Ladies and Signora ...



Matilda is the smallest of the group (but do not tell him, which then offends!). Despite his young age, it's probably good for all caryatids group put together ... And you know, so if the grins beneath his mustache who did not while others read their horrible creations. Do not forget also that the Gothic spirit, a little 'vampire ... In his short but intense stories, written on a quadernino FUCHSIA, speaks of love, of beautiful men and impossible ... but can also talk about things tough. But those who really know? In short, it is held for himself what he really wants to say, as if the others were just too smart to listen to. Frank, sincere and acid at an early age, in short, all the features of a modern perfect writer!
... But always comes late to meetings, and therefore is no longer invited. TZSE '.

At the next character with the book Through the Looking Glass!

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WRITING MEETING of April 14, 2009

Four such poor Christian, Luke, Matilda and Lucrezia yesterday faced a key topic of all art, from writing to painting, sculpture, photography, etc.. I'm talking about LOVE. Through a narrative of the project, one of our usual tests of writing, we have a different idea of \u200b\u200blove the other.
We combined the theme of love is also an exercise in dialogue. The exercise was, in fact, to write a dialogue whose theme was love, and the dialogue could be placed in the context of a description, or just an exchange between two (or more) short, as one felt from the heart of do so.
results more or less disastrous, but still a good exercise, because you always keep trained.
If you want, You can try this at home.
Anyway, I hope there will be more people next time again groped for this experiment. Or more, if you prefer.
I leave you with my test yesterday + correction test yesterday (more considered, and sensible filed).

ONE:
And the intersection. It's all so unexpected and I'm horrible are sweaty, my hair without gel and I think that I have not even brushed my teeth this morning. I look better and I realize that she is, in all its simplicity. I do, I talk to? The'm looking for too long, I see nervous ... Maybe not even remember me. can I get closer, she makes a small step but will probably hit me with the heavy bag full of books he has. No, forget it, she recognized me. Yeah, maybe not who I thought was, I had been mistaken. Around on a side street in I do not remember the name. I stop em'appoggio against the wall of a house, my eyes are closed to recover from the emotion. I fucked up, now I realize that as a last desperate act and I run the meeting. Around the corner and she is no longer fiddling with the lock on the bike. I keep running, and there it is: luck would have it, the bike chain fell and is now grumbling by Mazzini. For a moment I look at it from afar and my desire grows, I can not resist. Are now behind her, instinctively put his hand on his shoulder. She turns around, sunglasses covering the huge green eyes.
"Need a hand? He asked, pointing to the bike chain. She takes an odd: it seems the actress Julianne Moore, known. The'm going to ask if she remembers me, embarrassed silence that is destroying me, but he starts talking to me.
"Do you have a euro? I sbiciclettato here from Porotto and I have no money. "She says.
"A €? "I repeat, dazed.
"If you offer me a drink, you would be very nice, Mark. "
" You know my name? "I ask myself among the confused and bewildered.
"EMH, yes. Now you want to get something to drink? "She asks again, and I am so happy that the aqueduct would offer a whole.

AFTER:
And suddenly the intersection. Thus, A meeting of the blue, and that's why I'm not ready for anything, in fact, I'm really horrible: they are sweaty, my hair is not as usual filled with gel and I think that I have not even brushed my teeth this morning. I look better and I realize that she is in front of me, in all its simplicity and beauty. I do, I continue on my path or I talk to? Although only a few seconds is watching, it is already too long that I look and noticed that it was nervous ... I think you probably do not even remember me. A decision on whether or not to continue, do I approach the girl decided to tell her something, even just a greeting, she makes a small movement, a shot, but it's probably because he wants to beat me with heavy black bag and with whom he continues to rummage. He must be full of books, since we are in front of the library and it seemed novel to see a few emerge from the bag. No, come on, let's leave, so she did not recognize me. Indeed, perhaps not even those who thought it was, maybe I had been mistaken. Yeah. Carried
then on a side street that runs alongside the library Ariostea can not remember the name. I stop for a second, leaning against a wall full of moss. As I watch the cigarette butts on the ground gives me a tremendous desire to turn so that a pull out from his pants pocket a packet el'accendino. Then close my eyes, just to recover from the emotion. And with his eyes tightly closed the account I am really fucked up that I did. As a final act of desperation, I decide to meet her running as the best (or worst?) Romantic movie.
Around the corner to find myself again at the entrance of the library, but she is no longer there to deal with the bag full of books or the lock of the bicycle. So I continue to run it all away for Science, but only the later meeting. My luck would have it, the bike chain broke and now the girl was grumbling by Mazzini and dragged the vehicle to walk with great difficulty. For a while, 'the I watch from afar, feeling my desire to grow: I want to make, I want to feel the taste of her lips, I own and I like that. I can not resist, and quickened his pace until they are right behind her. Instinctively put his hand in a gesture not too gentle on the shoulder. It 'pretty low, but this makes it very sweet, and makes me feel even higher. She turns a little 'alarm, the huge sunglasses covering his eyes are usually blue or green.
"Need a hand for the event? He asked casually, pointing with a finger the chain to the ground. I feel a little 'stupid hard to do when the problem of where to save the beloved is only a bicycle route. She takes an odd: it looks like the actress Julianne Moore, known for the first time. The'm going to ask if she remembers me, because the silence that has been created between us is definitely destroying me, but he starts talking to me.
"Do you have a euro? I arrived here from Porotto bike and I have no money to cool a moment. "She says.
"U-a €? "I repeat, dazed. Yes, ok, maybe I'm doing the ebony figure, but she's so strange to make such a request. And the beauty is that it does not seem at all un'accattona, indeed, seems to want something offered with the heart, and this is all so special.
"If you give me something to drink, Mark, would you be very kind ... A true gentleman! "
" You ... You know my name?! "I ask myself among the confused and bewildered.
"EMH, yes. "She says, in fact, if you just called me by name, it means that they have to know. It means that you remember me, I know, at least to my face. Her voice brings me back to reality. "Now I get something to drink, please? "She asks again. In response, I smile with joy: I'm so happy that would offer even the entire local waterworks, if I could.


the next week and a kiss.
Lucre

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test srittura of Tuesday, April 7

Climbing

was already passed by the morning I had started to increase, and the afternoon was imminent, the fatigue was at the gates of weakness.
Climb a mountain, even if it is not easy to medium difficulty. Having found a foothold sure, and breath thinking about what to do. The support leg trembling in the effort: And I had to laugh, thinking of the verse of Dante, when you climb the mountain of hell, "... is that the firm foot ever was the 'lowest ...". Meanwhile, I looked around to see where it was better to hang up with more confidence. I could hear the gusts of wind whistling against the rock, and freeze the sweat of the brow. You do not hear much noise, or anything that was not of loneliness and wind. I looked carefully, what I'm hung over. In a flash I realized that it lacked a lot to achieve a small balcony where I could have refreshment, before proceeding to the final effort. Making
force, resumed the climb, but I noticed that the weight of the backpack I would not be allowed to go on for another time, the weight on my back was now unbearable. The
oppressed me panting chest hurt me to the point of the lungs, with their essential needs. Making violence I passed a few footholds, and finally resting the elbow to the balustrade, guadagnai the safe harbor.
Won the danger, now a new anxiety shook me, that of being caught by darkness, before having completed my intent. This new anxiety made me think, I saw the top of the summit, still far away, I thought that with all that weight back I could not reach it before dark. So I took a quick decision: undid the buckles and the cordons of the backpack and began to get rid of excess weight.
The first thing I threw in a vacuum, were the quarrels in the family, then I svincolai the grief of the death of his grandmother, hurled into the abyss the separation of my parents, and also down the long illness of my mother, and finally I burst dell'involto huge and heavy, the thousands and thousands of disgust of life, I downloaded that burden, making him tumble down the cliff. I tried the bottom of the bag if there was anything else left to burn, there was just a peak roll of canvas, I served it to know its contents: there were some rare moments of happiness, which no longer even remembered its existence.
I closed my backpack, threw it on his back recovering to rise, light and carefree.



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TEST WRITING Tuesday, April 8, 2009

CHARACTER: THE DESCRIPTION. INSTINCT D'
, TAKE THIS PAPER AND PEN AND PAPER TO DISCARD DESCRIPTION OF A PERSON (OR MORE '). BUT WHO? THE PRIMARY SEVERE MISTRESS OF THE GIRL FOR WHICH WAS BEFORE THE COOKED, A DECEASED RELATIVE, a man known on the train, anyway ... SOMEONE THAT YOU KNOW THAT YOU KNOW OR EVEN FOR A MOMENT!
WARNING! An outline NOT AS "THE COLOR IS BLUE EYES, BLOND HAIR ... Put it as a memory, put the description in a story ... In short, TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THIS EXERCISE TRAINING IN WRITING IN GENERAL, AS WELL AS TO THE DESCRIPTION OF THE CHARACTERS!

My exercise:
Patrick darted like lightning in front of the Chinese restaurant. He was not accustomed to run, we can say that was not a perfect athlete despite being very tall and rangy, with difficulty breathing every time he leaned his foot on the ground next to a lever. The incorrect breathing was starting to make him head spin, but the adrenaline helped him to continue to run. Again, if there was still need to get away, I do not know, that was several feet did not turn to see if the black car was following him again. His friends had already left for a couple of blocks back, and Patrick decided on impulse to head for their hideout, the "Adriana Club. Surely Marco, Gianluca and Benedict were there waiting for him, teetering between the beams their refuge. Pat climbed rapidly on a wall, then falling weight in someone's garden. He felt his arm burning and then exposed to light of electric lamps, a long cut that started from the finger that ended just before the elbow gushing blood appeared black in the darkness. It controlled the rest of the body: after all he was naked except for shoes and white socks, there was the risk of having damaged something more important than a stupid arm. With relief, found that only the sharp knees were skinned and nothing more. He pulled up his socks and settled down with a hand gesture to smooth hair while trying to understand why this place seemed so family. He noticed the garden gnomes, and a sophisticated swing and gazebo for a while hoping not to be finished at the home of Anthony, what was once his best friend. When he noticed the huge fake insects and Dutch clogs hanging near the door, he realized that his intuition was right for once. Climbed over the wall again to go as soon as possible, this time being careful not to cut with glass. Once back on the road, decided that he would not bother his friends, at least for that night. He would return home, he would had a nice cold shower and then, between the sheets of the bed, would have laughed at the thought of her three friends, still naked, waiting for him to the 'Adriana Club. "So they learn to offer to walk away with a pea outside Bologna. "Mused without malice. He squeezed his eyes between the green and gray then breathed a sigh of relief for fortunate that terrifying black car was gone.