How Do You Get The Golden Puffle 2010

Lemon Pie Part 2

was hard to look at my shop, I had built from nothing, full of pain, just a couple of years ago. It was impossible to watch every single object I had placed on the furniture, without finding a reference to the person who had left me alone at the altar. I saw the wicker baskets where I had put all the flowers that day, that I had personally prepared. The ribbons of various thicknesses and fabrics that adorned the benches of the small church, right in the middle of nowhere. I was waiting, sitting on my bench in front of a Madonna with the Christ in her arms, probably dating to 1300. I waited for my simple dress and white - colors that I wanted to see more from that day. It was an autumn day, clear and crisp, not cold. I remember the golden light filtering through the small windows, thin, and refracted against the gold, now matte paintings. There was something magic in the air.

And the minutes passed, passes relentlessly. And he did not come. The flowers were starting to lose their force and their glory, surely. The golden light was a strange tension loading, forming a cloud above me, where the tension was becoming more intense, almost ready to electrocute, charged with a thunderbolt of doom and gloom. The atmosphere became more and more suffocating for me, and the simple dress I wore on him, suddenly seemed heavy, and seemed to shake with malice.

I became anxious, my smile was more forced and the murmur of the few people I found echoed in his head, an annoying hum that I could not drive, a crescendo of voices, concerns and anxieties, which exploded when he arrived, pale and sad, without even entering the church.

" I need to talk."

I got up, throwing the bouquet on the ground and ran to him.

What a strange thing, when I saw him, I was not raised at all, indeed, his serious expression that did not stir me even more. Yet with him I had always felt safe, protected and defended, and I had always been ready to do the same for him. When you lose your shield, there's nothing you can protect the same way. And if this shield is called Love, there is nothing like it, is simply indispensable, especially you can not 'give to anyone, or better, you can not donate to anyone. Sometimes it is hard to imagine that the person you love at that moment, at that precise moment, was in turn love others. Sometimes you think how the other may have been popular with other people, whether as sweet and passionate, it will grab the hand, or in the arms exactly as it does with you. Sometimes he is jealous of a past, a memory that was not even yours, and you do not enjoy the present with the right mood. Those people were in the past, and this person is now with you, and that's what counts. Seeing her always present for you that turns to you, especially, was very great and boundless to you, I think it's the greatest reward, as well as a small personal satisfaction.

This castle of thoughts and emotions collapse if it lacks the essential basis: sincerity. The honesty of revealing the cards, in accordance with the other person, which is thus able to decide what to do with their relationship. You can 'go on suffering, but struggling to conquer or succumb to the pain of not being able to change that. Or do not start at all, and go their own way, waiting to find someone else.

The world comes down on me when he told me he had another, for some time. Excuses excuses about, but he knew how I felt heartbroken. Suddenly, everything I had built solid with him, it seemed as fragile as tissue paper, a veil ripped from the dishonesty, that covered my heart, and choked him, beat furiously, pumping in anger blood in the arm that quickly got up and drove a slap in the face. And that did make more noise a jump on the chair to the guests. More than this I could not do. After the dry snap, it was as if the anger, the urge to scream and fill it blows, it was evaporated. I felt exhausted, alone. tried to speak, to apologize, but for me no more. Dead and buried. I felt an empty shell, without heart, without the sap that made me full of enthusiasm to the altar. I felt that someone was trying to get me out of there, my courage, but I did not understand anything, I could not feel anything. Imploded in myself, but I could not even cry, or maybe I did not want tears of pride.

I went back to our house that had to be totally alone, I did not want anyone to accompany me. It was just to take my clothes off and run away from there. I did not want to be more, not now that I had been betrayed in every way.

was no longer living, just survival. When you survive the day you do not get much for something to change, that someone or something will reveal the purpose for which you are in the world. There was nothing else to do. Wander around looking for something, someone that brings you back to life again and with new stimuli, which makes you forget all the bad times. I wandered that evening for that village, I walked through the fields, the streets that led me to other remote villages, until, in the dark night, with eyes full of tears, I saw a lovely house, with ground floor space for a shop, the shop windows and large dirty. Inside, old wood furniture in need of an accommodation. The upstairs was just a house. I was inexplicably drawn to. Away from all those who had made me suffer, but I did not know which country that was, how far from my house, I do not care anymore. I opened a store, I would have something to sell and tell, and I could find my purpose.

It was raining hard and I went away, just in front of that home, my new home, and waited all night and all morning, until, as wet as a chick, I saw someone get out of there.

"It 's sales in this house?" I asked him unceremoniously to the woman who stood before me, that certainly was surprised to see me. And certainly suspicious, I looked quite scary.

"Yeah, sure, but I do not think you ..." began puzzled.

"Forget my appearance, I've been waiting for hours," I suddenly sour and "buy it all.."

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and job dissatisfaction

"No, but the work that we do is much more than the promoter. "

Moral Tuesday I am tossed each day in a different selling point of Lombardy, for 4 hours where the promoter and I can not sell anything because people do not care switch from one company to take a valid Internet a burning stick of another operator, which, perhaps goes to 7 megs. Neither do I. I have little doubt Fastweb would "change or not change." For more my head is unclear and not very polite, even when I have doubts - which I believe that most lawful since it is perhaps two days that I work for them, and there are many dance people's money - or I explain the reaction of people to the question "how are we going?". E 'unnecessary evil that he answer me if I explain, I know that you want to sell, sell and sell again. But honestly, if people are sick of these 200 types of subscriptions, and scam behind it, there is a reason, right? Also because if the rates explain the bad, and every ten minutes I change the old story of his mouth, you see I'm also a bit 'confused. And I hate not being able to do my best at work.

Second addendum: OK, Tuesday you took me in the middle of nowhere Cortenuova (BG), there was a soul, it also committed the foul deed dell'Euronics is beautifully made them, talking all the sacrosanct time. And you wonder why no one has made a subscription? I make them imaginary friend, by chance? And I think to send me there on Sunday, in a place in the midst of wolves. But joking, after you told me "I put close to home." Yesterday, Viale Sarca, because I had to make ATM a mile walk pass into a zone of Sesto San Giovanni nothing short of horrendous. I had to get hours before and this one is well come with a good hour late, and I had to call me, because he has not even bothered to tell me that he would arrive late. And once there, I did not want profusion of excuses, but just simply a "Sorry for the delay, now we work." Now I understand why only me and another girl we have agreed to work with that 'agency, but I give myself up to one week and then with the cabbage that I work with them until June, luckily I have something much more casual, I allow you to earn several pennies and stay quiet, and to manage my time quietly. Because if I for 4 hours, thrown there to stand in a shirker, I prefer to do leafleting at least 8 hours a day and turn to Milan and earn my pennies. And helping dad in the office, and you can still go to the gym and dedicate myself to my social life. If I for 4 hours, I have around 4 more partridges, excluding petrol, bus tickets and subway if I go around with the media, maybe even money for lunch, well I go away a lot of money. For four hours a day. I'd rather put the money to eight hours per day for the Nokia, at least I have fun, and help in stores where appropriate, and the boys of the shop in San Giuliano are also nice. Rather than calling all of my agency, I I make a nice round of phone calls and see if they also have something during the week. Since March began to be full of stuff. And then I also hostess agency, then the fee would raise it well and put more money aside. And this summer I thought of working in a very Calzedonia, or similar stores near my house that people are always looking for the summer. In short, groped not harmful, and do the job for a limited time I do not mind at all. Especially in those colorful shops full of clothes. Why not? Always do better and be the promoter frigate that way. At least here I have something to do and learn. I'm sorry, because the premises were good, but it is not very productive to be whisked from one part of Lombardy, eh. Vacuum for 4 hours, I prefer to find something profitable and not steal the money to anybody. It 'still experience that I've done, but let me just kidding I do not like. I like to work and be independent, but I've got to make something.

cabbage. I wrote a papyrus. Do I have to say no later than next week. At least the money I've earned two weeks. Then we'll see, I will start to call the agencies before they forget about me! At least not to me seem to mind that start is not good for the job and end up feeling sorry for himself and become insecure, no sir! I am determined to put something aside and work with seriousness and professionalism. But with people who are willing to be serious and professional to me. Sorry, you all say "who are you to say why you're nobody and you have only 20 years?". My answer is: "I'll be anyone, but do not be surprised if the people now do not know a specific skill, given the lack of seriousness in the world of work. I offer my willingness to work with you and to meet me, but I ask that you, as you can, come meet me. I'm not ready to be squeezed like an orange, and I do mean that the work that I offer is of a type, and then make me do anything. ".

Amen, said that, I will fire and peace. At least not come home every night exhausted and destroyed.

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such a beautiful day and windy not seen her for a bit '. I love so clear and windy days. Beam in a perfect swirl of leaves, dust and noise of airplanes flying around in the sparkling blue sky. We do not know where to, but I like to imagine. This morning I walked a bit ', looking at the sky, walking silently in the green near my house.

And I thought. I let my feelings fly high in the sky like clouds. And I came back
home with a big smile on his lips.
Thanks, you're giving back because I really want to come back on the field, and set aside the damn bench, where I was confined alone.

I felt something inside me that I have much to say, and to give.

Tonight I got a moment at the window, watching the stars. And the sky in the distance to the east became more clear. The night gave way to day, and saw the lake not too far away, shine, wave after wave, ripple, giving off a light auburn.
And I thought, as I wrote that I could not sleep. I thought.
I thought that life is beautiful in all its nuances. And it must be try to live it, I say, to live it. Too many times I banged my face against a wall. Against two walls. And I hurled against the walls, hoping to knock them down. So I have handed over the hooks. I realized that the walls I climb.
You know I love the night and the stars. and basically I've always said that I am a star.
But the stars smile? They laugh when you tickle them? I say yes. I say that even begin to shimmer merry. For one night their light is inconsistent if you look hard enough. You see that shine, sometimes more intensely, sometimes more hoarse. Someone is tickling.



You give me the colors, I'll put the palette per dipingere.

Tu mi dai il silenzio. Io lo riempo di parole.

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What do they see when they look at me?
Who are they to judge me
If they never spoke with me?
Never looked without laughing
Never tried to see, see me

I can't believe that it is only me
The person to hate,
The only left out
I can't believe how they can be so mean
If they could feel the brutal stings of their words,
And the bitter cold when they laugh

Once more I'm running
Running away, I must hide
Can't take anymore
A fight to free me from an endless struggle with life
Running, tell me how far should I go
If they're all the same
This fight...
I am fighting my way through

I don't really want to be like them
The way they behave,
The way that they live
I don't really need someone
No people like that,
But someone in a world with warmth and respect
A world without the feeling

I must be running
Running away, I must hide
Can't take anymore
A fight to free me from an endless struggle with life
Running, tell me how far should I go
If they're all the same
This fight...
I am fighting my way through

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You're Asking Me, my love will grow? Farewell


Sono un po' così in questi giorni. Un....po'....così. Non so come. Però I started writing a story I'd like to become a comic. It's called Lemon Pie, you will understand why reading.

Lemon Pie

"You're Asking Me, my love will grow?"

The stereo croaked, and then went out, exhaling its last breath. My poor - old- stereo . years was kept in the store. It was dusty as the things they sell, or rather, I was trying to sell. Items forgotten by most modern items, more fashionable, and fit to be thrown in the trash more easily. I was due in part to bend to the needs of young people, if I wanted to continue my business. Unfortunately when you work you should not just listen to your heart but also your wallet.

" I do not know ... I do not know ." Canticchiai tune instead of George Harrison, while I finished putting in place the myriad of heart-shaped cushions, printed with phrases of love over the most pathetic and assume that you could remember, beginning by the appearance of man on Earth. Valentine's Day to me was totally disgusting and pathetic, especially for the wave of vulgarity that I had to expose and showcase. Perhaps I was a girl too old, and perhaps too discreet to show off my feelings in public, I was scared to kiss a boy in public, or just join hands, let alone flaunt a pillow that says in large letters & ldquo ; You are my teddy bear " .

've always been a closed and reserved girl, with almost no sense of humor, which is taken seriously, and takes everything seriously, bordering on the paranoid. I was not very genius in my many peers, but never mind, the loneliness I had always appreciated. Those who know me well know that I'm pretty surly, a bit 'sour like a lemon with a twist hard to take away, but I have the sweetness and softness of a cake, beyond the barrier acid hides a surprising tenderness. The fact that I owned a shop to campaign against the passage of time, it helped me to be more sweet and sympathetic. fact. My hatred for all those big retail chains, and aseptic cold, forcing the towns to become less distinctive and more impersonal, it was well known and it was increasingly obvious.

"Amanda" said a voice behind me, while fixing the last soft little heart on the shelf " you're going to focus on the radio." . I stood up, disgusted. It was the gossip of the country, Dana. The only regular customer, every day that passes, stops hours searching through the shelves, looking for bored with the gossip of the day, without even averglieli asked, and you do not buy anything. Anything. Not even a magnet shaped like a gramophone.

I was not at all in a good mood that morning, and I was not prepared to endure for hours, in fact, not even a minute. So I went to my poor stereo fuming, trying to save my copy now consumed of Abbey Road. bought it at a flea market, with one of my first pocket money I received from my family, and I did not want a memory of my childhood went burnt.

"Well, Amanda, do not greet each other more?" She asked, almost offended.

"Sorry, I did not think I wanted to do my late stereo hot gossip. Honestly, I better to think about. "I answered calmly, without even looking at her, pulling the cord to the appliance with deliberate slowness.

"Yeah," she said, with perfect nonchalance, putting her hand, well-kept nails, on my desk "will soon be Valentine's Day, and there will be much more juicy things to talk about ...". The silence made me incredibly badly wanted. He knew that I could not hear the party name odious for a reason, and it was a reason that I reported back in time. One of the reasons that had led me to open that shop, full of junk and trash of the highest order, once useful objects, but now fallen into disuse, to make room for things more practical and functional. I clung to the memories, now increasingly distant and faded in my memory. E 'possible to live only twenty-five years of memories? Objects that belong to the past who are ridiculed and belittled by those who chase the fashion and trends. People who do not consider as most with an intrinsic value, but cartons of milk without a heart inside. For me it has value, are more valuable whatever.

"Exit the store, Dana. Now. And do not even ask please. Exit and enter again. " I pointed to the exit, with anything but gentle ways.

"Of course this store ..." she began, a little 'hesitant. I had had enough. I took her by the arm and walked her exit, opening the door so rude. The slamming shut, and grabbed the sign of the times and turned around. I wanted to quit for at least ten minutes.

"This store has nothing do not go. "I said aloud, to convince me that it was true. It was too confusing, too many items were dusty, others put on display in a distracted way. And those hearts Valentine did not remember that the only time he broke my heart to a person very dear to me. The person I was to marry.

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CTF SHIT!

Yes, tomorrow I will begin to document the request for waiver of studies for the "beautiful" is that CBC faculty, Chemistry and Pharmaceutical Technology. I want to give up without finding out then rip administration, that the site had not been reported. Especially do not want to throw away money, since I have not done any test yet and the first half, and I paid the first installment, Let me explain why.

1) I started to slip quietly into the world of work, even if only part-time and casual. Well, if you do medicine next year, should I give up my small source of independence. I should be completely dependent on my parents and I would highly annoying, given the family situation. And then they would not be two, three years of addiction, but many more, so it would only be worse. It is a turning in the ass for me, anyway I love the independence, and I have the need in such cases.

2) I feel the lack of writing and foreign languages. And I've broken bales in general to have the whole family on - including my grandmother and uncles - that is if they tell me that from September to September of next year retry medicine. THE ANSWER IS 'NO.

Then, I decided what I'm going to do. Currency totally horizon, but still something that has always been a feature of mine. Language of Journalism and Media with address information. And 'interesting to a degree, there is a bit' all foreign languages, linguistics techniques, journalism, history, history of journalism, interesting workshops on information and the creation of information. It has several outlets, including publishing. And I can also take care of my book, pretty quiet. And even the part-time jobs, as it is a much more flexible option. The only thing that is in Catholic theology, and then I'll give, but tappiamoci your nose and go forward. I feel at peace with myself.

Another thing. In recent months I will not stop, indeed, to tell you the truth I have several job offers that will keep me busy until roughly June. First of all are the Nokia Promoter 2 weekends a month. Then Vodafone gave me a job that will keep me committed almost every day of the week, for a few hours a day. So, I take this opportunity to put aside a nice nest egg.

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CHALLENGE! Well!

I challenge you in single combat! 50 books to read in a year!! (She is reading, I own you, O Lord of metalheads, I'll borrow books!)

Dumas - The Count of Monte Cristo [2]
Dumas (son) & ndash ; The Lady of the Camellias
Hugo - Notre Dame de Paris
Hugo - The Man Who Laughs
Dostoevsky - The Demons Dostoevsky
- The Idiot [2]
Balzac - Old Goriot
Mann - short novel (Tristan, Tonio Kroger, Death in Venice) [3]
Goethe - Elective Affinities
Pavese - The devil hills
D'Annunzio - Il Piacere
D'Annunzio - The Triumph of Death
Flaubert - Sentimental Education
Calvino - Invisible Cities Calvino
- Our Ancestors (The Cloven Viscount; The Nonexistent Knight, The Baron in the Trees) [3]
Adams - The Hill rabbit
Anais Nin - Delta of Venus
Benni - Bar Sport
The Companions Celestine
Achilles fast
Marquez & ndash ; eyes blue dog
The Autumn of the Patriarch
Marlowe - Faust
Palahniuk - Guinea Pigs
Palahniuk - Fight Club
Hornby - Everything for a girl
Dario For - Love and guffaw
Terzani - A I guess Hosseini said
- The hunter kites
Gaiman - Stardust
Nothomb - Neither Adam nor Eve
Takahashi - Sayonara Ganster
Conrad - Heart of Darkness
Petronius - Satyricon
Barbery - The elegance of the hedgehog
Roy - The God of Small Things
Tolstoy - Anna Karenina
comedies of Aristophanes - (Aracanesi, Knights, Clouds, Robe, Peace, Birds, Tesmo Foria Zuse, Lysistrata, Frogs ; Ecclesiazuse, Pluto) [4]
Eugenides - Middlesex
Holderlin - Hyperion
Miller - The Tropic of Cancer

Among other things soon have a big news to post but !!!!!! give it some time XD

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Without words.

All raised their voices, they slipped in an absolutely chaotic and superficial in a person's life, indeed, of two. Where there was no need to intervene, but has anyone thought of doing it well, because he had to pull down his pants against someone you love a child even knows what it is. Exists because the vow of chastity.

So, the premise that Italy, as usual, gave a figure of chocolate and we referred the face - in case there had not yet recovered, and I say no because of the right and left, because this time I have smashed all so-called. From first to last.
I hope that the case of Eluana all need a lesson, for sure, the fact that she died suddenly, when the point of no return would have been Thursday, means that the poor woman had the body that would no longer straight, in spite of those who wanted to save it. The Messiah who raised Lazarus saying "get up and walk" there was already one, provided that there was one. I do not want another. Or rather, we do not need another.
Now I would say by what right would allow a state to decide for the life of someone.
Especially when there is a father who loves his daughter, and father's love is in the middle, not Big Brother or money. That poor man not going to have fun, in fact, probably will be destroyed and massacred by the media, which parteggino one side or to that other. Eluana is dead, this is the strongest signal, and no one could stop it by force, the State, the Church, that they were. All rights to defend, they are the first to break with the hammer of hypocrisy. At least I'm quiet, and I stand to saving the universe. And in the end, was the battered body of a girl who had a life interrupted 17 years earlier. And the half-life of this girl has decided, on politicians, priests, bishops and cardinals, and any journalists, opinion last minute, caught by chance by the latest talk-show mediocre. Now who will the killer, who will give the manipulator to the other, I do not care. When it comes to life, decisions affecting their lives - no one has to put the bill, especially those who defend the values because they are offering just a lot of beautiful rustling nutshell, they believe that they are not seen by us poor deluded .
's time to stop believing in secular institutions, they think its temporal power, which I taught to over two thousand years ago. And sure, I'm not saying not to believe. I say NOT BELIEVE IN THOSE WHO DO YOU BELIEVE THIS VICARI ANCESTRAL. And I no longer believe in men who should govern us, because they are only animals, such as George Orwell said. It 's just a farm that propina illusions, products that we should do well, we really poison. Tell me where is the line between church and state, personal beliefs and practical decisions every day. There's no difference. And people who do not agree, you have to do? Where is Freedom, by God, freedom to think differently civilly. There is no room for freedom, I tell you. We must all sovrapporci, overpower on the other so disgustingly uncivilized.

Eluana, six hours a Free Bird, be free to fly in peace.
Although now all trying to manipulate them, to open in two hundred shares your body, to prove that Tom was right and wrong Caio. And vice versa. you look - if you can, if you can 'do a thing - to stay close to your father. What did it all for love. Give him a little 'back of Love. Appreciate, in the media storm.

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Free Bird.

Eluana. Why There are too many people who stick their noses into his private life, and in the decisions of a father who has seen it grow for 17 years. And in a value so high and valuable that no one has the right to interfere in the lives of others. Especially when there's half the suffering of others.

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This means that E ' STRAPPAMUTANDE A SONG!

morning are Jon Oliva's Pain / Savatage trip complete. I put a little 'Jon Oliva's Pain (Jon Oliva was the singer / keyboardist Savatage, Metal large group, one of my favorites, actually is the second after the Judas Priest. But when Jon Oliva is on tour repeats but also pieces of Savatage .)..... coming back with Savatage, I discovered that pearl of great, touching, moving and profound that it is BELIEVE.

Please listen, read the text because it really is probably one of the most beautiful ballads ever written. It is not the usual saccharine ballad of Mariah Carey, Spears' or whomever. Apart from that the voice of Jon Oliva makes the difference. Please leave a comment please. (This song is that I want to make you feel day to Shinji, but there's never when I try \u0026lt;. \u0026lt;)

So After All These one night stands
You've ended up with heart in hand
A child alone
On your own
Retreating
Regretful for the things you're not
And all dreams you haven't got
Without a home
A heart of stone
Lies bleeding

And for all the roads you followed
And for all you did not find
And for all the things you had to leave behind

I am the way
I am the light
I am the dark inside the night
I hear your hopes
I feel your dreams
And in the dark
I hear your screams
Don't turn away
Just take my hand
And when you make your final stand
I'll be right there
I'll never leave
All I ask of you
Believe

Your childhood eyes were so intense
While bartering your innocence
For bits of string
Grown-up wings
You needed

But when you had to add them up
You found that they were not enough
To get you in
Pay for sins repeated

And for all the years you borrowed
And for all the tears you cried
And for all the fears you had to keep inside

I am the way
I am the light
I am the dark inside the night
I hear your hopes
I feel your dreams
And in the dark
I hear your screams
Don't turn away
Just take my hand
And when you make your final stand
I'll be right there
I'll never leave
And all I ask of you is
Believe

I never wanted to know
Never wanted to see
I wasted my time
Till time wasted me
Never wanted to go
Always wanted to stay
'Cause the person I am
Are the parts that I play
So I plot and I plan
Hope and I scheme
To the lure of a night
Filled with unfinished dreams
And I'm holding on tight
To a world gone astray
As they charge me for years
I can't pay

I am the way
I am the light
I am the dark inside the night
I hear your hopes
I feel your dreams
And in the dark
I hear
your screams Do not turn away Just take my hand

And When you make your final stand I'll be right there


I'll never leave And all I ask of you is Believe

Believe

I am posting a video, so you can hear. It really gives you 'the strength to go forward. My novel is now called Believe.


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This album version is, I assure you that it is not very different from the LIVE O_O


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After Forever.

as I imagined. The

After Forever disbanded.
After a year of stop due to force majeure, the band decided to disband. Everyone will go their own way.

I'm sorry because they never had the success they deserve (see Epica, and it has been extremely overvalued "before" the After, while monotonous as hell), and I think this has influenced a lot of them on choice. I also believe that, after a year where we are dedicated to their draft outline, do not have the confidence to re-examined all the rush of the album-tour-Promote it worldwide, with perhaps Sander can no longer keep pace. Not to mention that should start from scratch and would always lag behind these other band Epica or overvalued but musically (and vocally) sound like them.

That is, there should also be added to the Metal with female voice, if we exclude that Within Temptation are becoming more popular than others because they have remained united, compact went into crisis. Theatre Of Tragedy, loose, no longer have The Gathering Anneke and I'm sure that will not be them, because they also found a singer, have changed Nightwish singer by choosing a more rock and more lyrical, as Tristania and Sirenia, and singers who have changed many components. Now there are groups like the photocopy of the NW Epica, who sincerely after the second album did not have much to say. Xandria, Elis, Vision Of Atlantis, Edenbridge, Autumn, Macbeth ,..... a million band anonymous, sterile copy of the founders.

How sad.

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Then as next year will change completely right, and just the dropping of the study is imminent, I am delighting in writing, criticism and plays in the depth of music, tons and tons. For now, start from the metal, which already is immense as its sub-genres and categories, so I will start on the basis of what he sent me the most, and that influenced me.

see, do not even know where start, so I'll try to start a totally random XD

Blind Guardian - Imaginations From the Other Side: power worries, mixed with the first shoots of epic metal at its best, the right mix of songs from the bard - A Past and Future Secret A - and metal raw and aggressive - I'm Alive, Born In A Mourning Hall - I would use a proportion of the choruses, the kind that make you come want to raise the bottle / jug of beer and singing loudly with Hansi Kursch.

Judas Priest - Defenders Of The Faith: the album. THE GENESIS, THE ALPHA, THE ABC OF ANY Metallaro you call this. Transgression - Eat Me Alive -, speed, double bass. Heavy Metal in one word. Solos dried, an eyesore, to break your face. Jawbreaker, a masterpiece of direct aggression, no frills . Once you listen, you can not do without. Uncle Halford in a state of grace, with a voice to tiger ready to strike his victim from behind. A surprise.

Judas Priest - Painkiller: To the delight of many who consider matte (in my opinion a bit 'naively) that the final disc of Judas. excellent musically, pure evil, Halford touching acute that I would never imagined , tsunami drums and guitar notes and pure violence. But if you stop at a great disc from a musical point of view, to spit in my eye British Steel, Screaming For Vengeance, Sin After Sin, Ram It Down, excellent discs that have paved the way for Painkiller, which I consider a result of the road traveled by Judas.

Slayer - Reign In Blood: VIOLENCE absolute. Addicting, guitar strings can be hot after it is played, in desperate need of kindness and good Samaritans who succor after hearing this album that lasts 28 minutes and no. Ideal if you are able to disappoint you or let you shoot the balls to handle.


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