Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Curtain Swag Clip Art

Sudden Summer 2008 - Mind

Come il primo tuono del temporale estivo, una granata, una porta sbattuta all'improvviso in una grande casa immersa nel silenzio... succede che , mentre osservi la tua vita che scorre quasi incontrollabile a tratti, e le persone vogliono... succede che ci sono spiragli di sole improvvisi... e tu ti senti che sei stanca, inaridita e disillusa. Distaccata di fronte all'esasperata esternazione e ti chiudi, ti copri, ti difendi, ti schernisci. Cinica, ironica e scettica...ma ti rendi conto che spesso accade che le strade si incrociano in momenti sbagliati. Ciò che desideravi ieri accade oggi, ciò you can not have it today like, what you want you can not have two. When you least expect it. And then in August is almost over. One month to rest and not think about anything. To recover from the stress of continuous and relentless routine. The blind obstinacy and unreflective. The obstinate sull'irrilevante. The weather at times exacerbates intolerance. The unbearable extremes, turning ... sudden . It 'really since I was born that suddenly, a little' to my natural inclination, a bit 'requirement', because come on, let's face it, life is sometimes really good (or cruel, depending on your point of view) to give you the 'Unexpected, maybe you're there che ti organizzi, pianifichi, progetti, e poi puff (boccetta ninja e fumo), arriva un soffio di vento e ti manda all’aria il tuo bel castello di carte, e poi chissà da dove, da un momento all’altro ti scompiglia i capelli e la quotidianità. E nessuno può mai davvero essere pronto per alcune di quelle cose che la vita, ogni tanto, si diverte a presentarti, che sia perdita, che sia amore, che sia gioia, che sia dolore. Nessuno, nemmeno quelli che fanno i duri, nemmeno gli specialisti, gli studiosi, i filosofi, nemmeno i pignoli, i metodici, i precisi, nemmeno quelli che sul loro taccuino ci segnano quante calorie ingeriscono al giorno e persino le volte che fanno all’amore. Nessuno . Men che mai Io. Perché sì, sarò anche un essere dannatamente cerebrale (e lo sono, mannaggia a me se lo sono...), però poi non sono così brava a rispettare i programmi, gli schemi, i sentieri tracciati, che non riesco a non stare dietro ai miei impulsi, alle mie emozioni, a quello che mi sento solleticare sulla pelle e sotto la pelle. Istinto & pensiero, cuore & cervello, vivo queste dualità che spesso sfociano in conflitto, ma poi, alla fine, ad avere la meglio è quello che chiamo il mio fatalismo in senso positivo, il mio essere convinta che in fondo accade quello che deve accadere, l’importante è esserci, esserne consapevole, e vivere il momento al meglio. Improvviso , even in the face of love, maybe to make me step eternal instant film in the lead, but then at the right time does not remember any advice pink you read in newspapers under the umbrellas, I can not take advantage of the proven techniques of seduction, to Putting into practice the 'wise' advice of friends. Sudden having the time of my heart. That sometimes beats fast, others silent ... Sudden , here's what I do more or less thirty-three. And I like it that way. Because in the end, to improvise, I feel I am ready to face whatever life decides to go ahead, I feel I can be able to better accommodate whatever I can happen overnight, just like that, suddenly .

Friday, August 8, 2008

South Park Pirate Fish Sticks

over and over, again

Track 3 - over and over

Life is made up of many small daily struggles, duties to which we must obey and leave the impression of missing time .

My mind is a wanderer.

stay still I worry and salt for every place I visit my mind travels from those that will never see. This morning I woke up with the wind that knocked on the window ... traveled roads invisible wind up down in the park Aniene. I stayed there for a while to take the essence, until you feel overflowing heart. I'm not a person off, anything, but my efforts in this life seem similar to that crazy, I always told my grandmother, who tried to dry up the river drinking ... it's like there was always someone with a lot more thirsty than I . And I'm wasting my chances, I feel lost on paths unknown and anxiety for those who have undertaken. In theory, life should be as simple as breathing, but when we breathe, we do not think when to inhale and exhale air, and then, perhaps, but say just maybe, should think less and live longer.
E 'with indescribable sweetness that should accommodate those moments when you dedicate yourself, you are discarding the clothes to work, they sit on the table the important thoughts, concerns, and turns the mind to all those things that are real reason why we live. Why is it so, we endure pain and bitterness, difficult situations and colleagues is not heavy because we have to, but simply because we know there is something else: but there is a prize that awaits us? studies and work I have always been confined to construction sites and offices, meeting rooms and debris, but if I can when I can escape. Who cares if my trips are short-term goals or my neighbors. No matter if in this period of my life journey alone. Traveling is satisfied my desire to see, speak, learn and find new places to remember and imagine in those moments when I longed so much behind that desk, and so little used. And then there are the books. Certain periods of my life I can only say that the books have saved me, I do not know who or what, but I'm sure they did. As far as I know, some people consider me a little expansive, I absolutely needs of others. not those "other" indistinct and mass forming the background against which inevitably spend long days, months and years. The "other" I try, I miss, which I feel the need to share a thought, I love to meet, those who embrace those of seeking physical contact, those with which it is enough just to stay together in silence to give me peace, give me happiness, few people with whom I feel I have shared a little 'blood. These are the people who made my world brighter. They are also the people who today, for one reason or another, there are no more physically walk regularly ... but in my heart ... memories are just memories that if I lean on me for a moment the emotions overlap. And I remember the emotions are no longer what I felt then, remembering the emotions even buy a new light and dimension fantastic ... In recent months I have been told many times, perhaps as a rebuke, that is a cool person, and I firmly refused, because I feel the blood boiling just beneath my skin, but I wonder if they are right.

What you feel inside should be evident even out ... or not?


Monday, August 4, 2008

Metal Core Scooter Wheels

stragista



Thanks to all ... Yesterday
were completed filming the short film "stragista.
Noooo I did not make the actress ... I was a simple scemografa! Fortunately, my department was headed by a real designer.



Everything is born of the evil mind of my friend Almost, aka Silvia, on the set (despite everything), they perform really great.



Here we see it spoiled my colleagues / extras ... that was amazing.

thanks to the production, aid director, the engineer crowds, the costumes and the great script supervisor ... below!






ciackista ... the official ...


And most importantly, thanks to the Cello ... clickante promptly, and outstanding on the set.


For other photos please refer to the link Set - stragista.

... I remind you that the extras casting office, which I edited very well, is open for the next five courts that we will turn as soon as possible!