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Ragazzuoli ragazzuole and I'm gearing up to move all my fics somewhere else that is not my livejournal (read: a community specially created for the purpose.)

The community in question is paper_heart_fic , if you want to be watchatela sempre aggiornati sulle mie fanfition/storie/ecc^^

Questo journal diventerà presto "friends only":3

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IF YOUR LIFE WAS A MOVIE, WHAT WOULD THE SOUNDTRACK BE?
So, here's how it works:
1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)
2. Put it on shuffle
3. Press play
4. For every question, type the song that's playing
5. When you go to a new question, press the next button
6. Don't lie and try to pretend you're cool...

Opening Credits:
Thank God I'm pretty - Emilie Autumn
(pfffttt....xDDD)

Waking Up:
West Coast Smoker - Fall Out Boy
(Nice this, a CALM and QUIET waking up! xD)

First Day of School:
Total Eclipse of the Heart - Glee Cast Version
(lol)

Falling In Love:
Sold my Soul - The Used
(Yay! One that actually fits!\o/)

Breaking up:
Fight to Death - Sagisu Shirou (Bleach OST)
(°_________°)

Prom:
S.O.S. - ABBA
(*dies from laughter*)

Life:
Suite "Never meant to belong" - Sagisu Shirou (Bleach OST)
(But... But... çAç)

Mental Breakdown:
Flaming rage - Xanxus (Character song)
(xDDDD For how much this fits.... LOL!)

Driving:
Impossible - Anberlin
(Seeing the last events happened with me driving... IT FITS!°_°)

Flashback:
Greensleeves - Blackmore's Night
(Wow!)

Getting Back together:
Save you - Emilie Autumn

Wedding:
Hotarubi - Dir en Grey
(YAY! The Diru at my wedding! xDD)

Birth of Child:
Over and Over - Three Days grace
(*pats WMP)

Final Battle:
Gethsemane - Nightwish
(YAY! LET'S GO, FELLAS!)

Death Scene:
Calm before the storm - Fall Out boy
(lol, I expected something else...)

Funeral Song:
Still of the Night - Tarja Turunen
(Wow! After the Diru at my wedding, there's Tarja at my funeral! xDD)

End Credits:
Sky Chord - Tsuji Shion
(lol)

................. May I lol?8D

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goshagosh @ 2010-12-14T01: 12:00

When purple showers and storms
Reason rob Wise,
fill their eyes were deep foolishness,
I will laugh at the world in the face.

And when I caught crows alive,
in its claws, just before the end,
Seeing the world volume of the earth,
I'll laugh in the face of the world.

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Another fanmix!
Now I'll have only the SHimon Family fanmix to do, then I'll have done every group/family in Reborn! xD

This is time for the Arcobaleno! I looked for the songs carefully, I even did a sort of booklet!°________°

I hope you'll like it!^^

01 - Emilie Autumn - Across The Sky (Luce)
Should we hear the silence
Should we hear the noise
I don't need this blind acceptance
I have made my choice
Light lives in the darkness
Beauty lives in pain
In destruction we may lose ourselves
But still I will remain
Across the sky

02 - Guns 'n Roses - Shotgun Blues (Reborn)
I said it's do or die
I'll stick it right in your face
And then I'll put you in your motherfuckin' place
And you...you can suck my ass
An I think it's so low class
Me...I'm just so concerned
I'm still waitin' for your ass to burn
Ooooh you want a confrontation
I'll give you every fuckin' chance
With your verbal masturbation
Me...I just like to dance

03 - Yoko Kanno - Kabuto ga ni Kodai no Sakana (Fon)
[Instrumental]

04 - Green Day - Jackass (Skull)
Everybody loves a joke
But no one likes a fool
And you're always cracking the same old lines again
You're well rehearsed on every verse
And that was stated clear
But no one understands your verity

05 - Pink Floyd - Money (Marmon)
Money, get away
Get a good job with more pay
And your O.K.
Money, it's a gas
Grab that cash with both hands
And make a stash

06 - Fall Out Boy - Sugar we're goin' down (Colonnello)
Drop a heart, break a name
We're always sleeping in, and sleeping for the wrong team
We're going down, down in an earlier round
And Sugar, we're going down swinging
I'll be your number one with a bullet
A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it

07 - Oingo Boingo - Weird Science (Verde)
(Bits of) my creation--Is it real?
It's my creation--I do not know
No hesitation--No heart of gold
Just flesh and blood--I do not know
From my heart and from my hand
Why don't people understand
My intentions . . . . Oooh, weird . . . .

08 - Kitadai Momoko - Footsteps (Lal Mirch) (Bonus Track)
In the dark I lie awake and listen
To the pounding of my heart
I a sweat I feel my body shiver
My halucinations start
I hear your footsteps
Sneaking down the hall
I hear a door slam
Knock upon the wall
I hear a voice laugh
Tell me it's all just a dream

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goshagosh @ 2010-12-11T13: 10:00

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When the train has just started, she took out a deck of cards and invited to play in "point." The rules are simple: you pull one card after the amount of the sum. Gleaning - lost, went through - losing, "Asshole" - has won. Two days later, replaced by the "fool": in the deck - fuck knows what, but we must always remember that it remains in the "otboe. Play on desire: to what else to play, if you ride a train "Kharkiv - Vladivostok. Recently, I began to feel that she muhlyuet. The fact that each of my seven aces in her arm is always a six! And anyway, never liked it's a stupid rule. All the while I sit in the cold, had already begun to threaten her with violence. But she was not proud of me, invited no longer play. Now we just drink or just go, just talking. Thank you for life, for your understanding.

And another thing: throw a solitaire, if you do it still works.

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goshagosh @ 2010-12-08T01: 24:00

"... After a time the waiter, who suffers from constipation with painful mine on his face brought the menu ... "

" ... The jet of red wine, as the first menstrual blood of a young girl gently poured into a glass, filling it with confusion. "

Herman Genrikhovich Vivimaher (Herman Wiwimacher), "The lush greens of dissent."

author, as a product, found by chance - through the introduction of guglichesky computer word-of arbitrariness (such as, for me, is the name of them). And this - Captivating only at low level fly. Present fear that the treasures of dissent conceals that green!

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Fandom: Noir - The sound of waves

Title: The sound of waves
Fandom: Noir
Prompt: Estate, sound of the surf
Rating: yellow
Genre: general introspective
Warnings: to shoujo , missing moment, flashfic
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Bee Train, I do not gain anything by what I write.
Notes: was written for the Xmas Tree Party on FW.IT. The fic is set during the fourth episode.

The sound of waves

A Kiriko liked the sound of the surf. The constant crashing of waves on the beach, which could easily hear - and see - leaning on the balcony of the house by the sea, gave her a feeling of peace and tranquility.
(Peace and tranquility that until then had been unable to taste good, the nights were always too short, and days too long and chaotic.)
That sound seemed continuous and relentless rock her gently, giving a feeling similar to that of being in the hands of a mother, a mother with her melodious singing made them forget the horrors he had seen until then.
(In a moment all the murders order seems a bad dream, had to be so if Mireille slept so quietly, perhaps she cradled by the sound of the waves.)
The sea breeze came in the room, giving a bit 'of relief from that hot summer that was barely tolerate the presence of the sheet. Kiriko threw back his head, sitting on a wicker chairs in that room. It had begun to think.
"Who am I? I am Noir. Others do not remember. "
And you do remember waking up in a bedroom of a house that had not recognized as his, he remembered seen a school uniform hanging, in which he found a card which the nomenclature used to say "Yuumura Kiriko". And he remembered that he had found the Beretta, and they ran away almost immediately after being dressed, being chased by men dressed in black - men who were found early death at his hands.

Kiriko had risen from his chair and was out of the house directly to the beach, the waves that seemed to drag along and clear his thoughts. She sat on the shore where the waves broke, and had left the water lapping on which shone a pale moon. The sea breeze at that point was stronger, Kiriko began to feel cold, so it was narrow in the shoulders. How many times was narrow in the shoulders, how many times she felt alone, empty. It was nothing but a doll programmed to kill, it was said, that's why he did not remember anything, apart from being Noir. If it was just a doll then why did all these questions? Why had the ability to think, to suffer? The thing was beyond his understanding. It was at that point when I felt the weight of a light jacket on his shoulders.
"That will not get cold. "
Mireille. Evidently it was woke up. She stood motionless, staring in front of him to a distant horizon. Kiriko said those deep blue eyes were calm, full of certainty, it seemed that nothing could ever shake them. Those eyes seem cold, a little 'suspicious, they had the power to make you feel safer Kiriko, made her feel as though at least there was a certainty. The girl got up and stood beside Mireille. The latter watched for a moment, then took her hand.
"Let's go inside. Tomorrow will be a rather tiring day. "Kiriko
nodded, leaving Mireille bring that back into the house. The muffled sound of the surf accompanying their steps.

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Fic - Original - The race of tanka

Title: The race tanka
Fandom: original
Prompt: spring, cherry blossoms
Rating: green
Genre: General
Warnings: flashfic
Disclaimer: everything Unfortunately I write is mine, except for quotes from Manyoshu and the Genji Monogatari.
Notes: is set in Japan of the Heian period. Reference is made to Hikaru Genji and Genji Monogatari. The first two poems are taken from the present Manyoshu, a collection of tanka of the Heian period, the others were invented by me then make my chest and Professor of Japanese literature, I will burn alive . It was written for Xmas Tree Party on FW.IT.

's race tanka

The suonatrici koto were ready, draped in their colorful layers of kimono, her long hair loose over her shoulders and ended up falling gently towards the edges of their haori. That year the cherry trees had a beautiful flower: the Emperor and Empress, seated on their seats under the canopy of the most impressive among the trees, watching the concubine system and the maids put the finishing touches to the preparations made so far . Hikaru Genji, the Shining Prince, sitting not far from the Emperor with Rokujo lady. The Minister of the Right and the Left is greeted warmly by presenting their children, no Yamizakura Ito and Oshima no Tsubouchi. The latter had almost the same age, they greeted formally, and then went to sit next to their fathers. At that point, the celebration of the cherry blossoms could begin. The suonatrici sang their melodies as they entered the dancers and the dancers. It was only the introduction to what would happen later, or the poetry competition.

The Empress and the Emperor watched the different celebrations smiling, while the light breeze carrying some rose petals. The Ministers of the Right and the Left had started a conversation on the situation in the various provinces, letting the children talk, to foster friendship between the two families. In fact the two boys had tentatively set up a formal conversation about poetry. Various dancers were then withdrawn, leaving room for some ranting that recited some pieces from the Kojiki. Everything seemed to go well. In mid-afternoon it was finally time for the long-awaited poetry competition. The ladies of the court and ministers would have ventured in the composition of tanka. The brushes were taken quickly and skillful writing began. Graceful hands of women and men moved on rice paper as a dance. When everyone had finished writing, the sheets of rice paper, lovingly decorated with small flowering cherry branches, were taken to Hikaru Genji, elected declaimer of tanka for the celebration. The prince took one of the sheets and began to read.

Vaghi for plain madder flaming
Vaghi for the fence imperial
The guard can see you while waving your long sleeve

Some applause rose from among those present were astonished by the beauty of words that were written . The son of the Minister of the Right - Yamizakura no Ito - is suddenly growing melancholy, thinking perhaps some of the ladies present. The son of the Minister of the Left looked up at him, worried by the sudden growing melancholy of his new friend. He was the father of the latter to explain that he had just been rejected by a lady who has long courted. Hikaru Genji took another sheet of paper and read its contents.

In the sea of Ise
The waves break on the reef. So
m'incute fear the one I love.

More applause rose from the crowd, moved by the intensity of sentiment expressed by those few syllables. Oshima no Tsubouchi saw the other boy to become more thoughtful, but it was clear that he could not bear to be there. However of court etiquette required her presence. Somehow, the son of the Minister of the Left remedied a piece of paper and a brush and wrote something quickly, then handed the sheet to Yamizakura no Ito, who read the content itself.

The cherry blossom
alleviate the concerns.
For you are perhaps a source of bitter tears?

Oshima Tsubouchi not received a long look, so feared that he too hanged in the affairs of private Yamizakura no Ito. So he received the answer with bated breath.

My tears of love cherry rose to leave.
not far from me as a cool rain,
Friendship newborn raises my distress.

The son of the Minister of the Left was happy in himself. Therefore turned to another guy a nod and a slight smile, and was returned. The party could continue without too much trouble. As promised

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At the door - an iron door.
behind it - the machine-monster.

horrible thought treasure,
I myself was able to lock him up.

Let slumber in the dust machine desires!
Nothing should fall to nothing!
But the key rests heavy in your pocket.

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Change image!
is winter and the desire for a hot bath and relaxing made me want to change image The camp made me too cold outside!
I will open a poll for the next time the I will change for an opinion on what to put, this time I had only made 2, this version

b / n the same but it was too sad and minocolore, and after having tested both this was my choice! ;:)
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goshagosh @ 2010-11-20T15: 28:00

We are the children of the summer,
what had passed;
and songs sung,
and something found.

Something is found,
Not-you-but-si-mo-e:
approach found,
and eating beautiful.

A light, beautiful,
I believe the world winter:
nothing scarier me
There is the light of day.

I believe the world and train station,
Believe night and a glass:
around because there is nothing terrible,
except myself.

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grandiose and terrible moment,
And the time is dry cement:
heron in flight over a field.

tag neck hunter tunic,
Squinting to fly, he perforce
on bird looks like a boy.

And remember his father's belt,
removes finger for a moment,
But in the fall a quiet field
shake sudden pain
anyway. Because it's so pitiful.

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Title: exercises. Rating:
For All
References: None Notes: Xena
PoV, one-shot (still betare)
Word Count: 612 (W) Disclaimer:
The characters of Xena, Gabrielle etc etc are copyright of MCA / Universal Pictures Renassiance. These characters have been used without consent authors, but not for profit.

I had to remind me last night late, when Gabrielle eat well, the morning comes up with weird ideas.
Scripture tells me pulling out paper and feather, for posterity, he looks at me expectantly in the hope that I am convinced with these simple words. According to his thesis that the narrator is myself of my adventures will make an enormous services to the future generations so that they can understand both our points of view. And so here I am beginning to write like this first experiment, creative writing. After the stormy awakening Tuesday morning I washed in the lake, I cooked Anguilla for both, or rather I have taken and then placed on the fire, if there had been Gabrielle ready with a bottle of water would have skipped lunch. I do not know if this is or is not important to the narrative, but I was just busy taking other chores, and I believe that Gab does not approve of the fact that I write something too private here, so I'll just say the least. I slept with my belly full of roast eel, a delicacy after twenty-four hours of forced fasting, until the usual troublemakers did not come to visit us. It almost seems that their ability to disturb my happy dreams will be exacerbated with the passage of time, and this I find rather unpleasant. With the same old method of beats and awe I had two jumps to digest better (in fact
then I made a discreet belch
). I think those two jerks no longer seeks to rob two helpless girls, and to be honest I do not think that the ten pence, I accidentally found in their pockets, will serve more than it will on us to provide a hot meal to inn this evening. was not even started the afternoon we decided to walk towards the shore, I heard the opening of a new temple to Zeus, the priests and knowing that they knew I could get something good, made of food are definitely gourmet. My horse Argo could have all the hay she could eat there. We decide to leave, Gabrielle still does not know where we are, you say if we're not going to save any innocent girl screamed to me of some superficial Mangiona apostrophe as a latch, the real problem is that you should not feed a six-foot and muscle fibers, with his short stature can afford to eat less of me. I believe that this part of the censurerà me and I'll take even a scolding for having written so little heroic things like binge eating and sleeping in the sun. The problem is that not every day one has to make heroin at all costs, there are also simple day of relaxation and serenity. I know that this is not what it intends to Gabrielle as a service to future generations, but I think it's fair that future generations know that making the hero is also a good dose of rest and fun, whether it's fishing,
food or sex, in fact it is right that everyone is dedicated to his passions, and this should be well thought Gabrielle obligation to write. I leave happy to tell you he will be able to optimally describing every moment as if it were a poem, that in battle, or is my morning shower.
I will use this script for when I go to the bathroom, which is never found by future generations, because I certainly do not know write a fitting conclusion to these random thoughts with little logic or ethics. X