Wednesday, June 28, 2006

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I posted a new video on TeleRaul Nassau. The title is "A Day" and this is just the chronicle of a typical day, from beginning to end. You will see some orders from my shop, some Security Officers, you will meet Luke and Laura. Leave your comment and let me hear anyway, you bastards! You can watch the video by clicking here

Saturday, June 24, 2006

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RadioRaul June 24, 2006


A new episode of RadioRaul all to listen. You hear of Skype, Luke, Philip, Peter, and life here in Nassau flowing serene sun with a great that he returned to shine on my head.
Go to the homepage of RadioRaul here and click on "June 24". Hello

Monday, June 19, 2006

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TeleRaul rehearsal ... Father's Day

Teleraul

publishing the first appointment with TeleRaul Nassau. This is a short video, no audio. I think it's a dress rehearsal. The title is "From London to Nassau, so it is the journey to and some pictures of this island. There is also a nice overview of the complex where I live.
Let me know if you like, at least it will prepare others. Hello. CLICK HERE TO SEE you must have Windows Media Player. When you open Windows Media Player, click PLAY. The size of the file are only suitable to a broadband connection.

Sunday, June 18, 2006

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here today is Father's Day, Father's Day So good Father's Day to all fathers, near and far. For the dad who here have received a gift made by their children, or maybe a smile, even those who received a phone call. Happy Father's Day to those who are already the father, who wants to be and who is about to become: Z. ... to my friend Roman, you and your beautiful wife a big hug and sweet as the Atlantic Ocean; know that your creature will be in our midst makes me happy.

Saturday, June 17, 2006

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What's going on ...



It 's been a few days since I last updated the blog, and on that occasion I expressed that I wanted to show emotion. I did not want sadness, ever. Subtle melancholy, that is. Because part of me is the voice I hear inside of me, that speaks to me, tells me things that they see my eyes, a thin melancholy profoundly happy, believe me. Happy every day to see the sky, the sun. Happy because you need a few things to be happy, wherever and however. Happy with me because life was good, and good self with the life I've ever met, lived, breathed. There's nothing more boring of death that gives us an order we do not know, we do not see. Life, however, fills everything. Everything is so full of life. We do not know much about life, except that we all live more or less, as long as there is. I would not change my ever. With all my trouble, my contradictions, my paranoia. It 's my voice, I repeat. That tells me things as he sees them. And you wonder in front of a sunset, even now, as if he had never seen one. He does not need large spaces to my voice. He just wants to tell things as they occur, outside and inside of me.
I had a few issues here. Not on me directly, but some of my staff. Since I am not authorized to give notice, having signed a contract that binds me to the utmost secrecy and being a public blog, read by at least twenty-five people here in Nassau, I will not go. But it is a very bad thing, so I did not sleep all night. But there was really nothing I could do. What happened, I was very alarmed, however. Again, life here has a value other than here. Justice follows a different logic from ours, perhaps there is a concept of justice itself, the point, but a surrogate tailoring that fits from time to time depending on who should wear.
I started managing my store. Smaller than the other, lower turnover, but more controllable. I immediately gave a very personal imprint. Music: what I like, including The Fellowship of the Ring!, If more Brigante, Pino Daniele, etc.. "Dress code": you should see .... Dress does not say, but decent. Do everything to improve their appearance: hairstyle, personal hygiene, clothes ... They are making incredible progress. I have set my concept of negotiating: always use a tray to visually isolate the jewel from the other, stroking three times with a cleaning cloth before the gem show to the customer, stroking three more times before storing. Look at the customer's eyes. And they ... They do what I ask. Obediently, because I was able to seduce them. Why are a professional. "Look the customer in the eye, say the price, do not remove the look, always add a sentence to the price and using the conjunction , never leave alone the price etc.. Etc.." And they do. Almost always. Then if you do not control them, it sprawled a bit ', and then you show seriously, otherwise you do not believe anymore. You know how to punish. Really. Different from us. Shit that we do not know. I made them dream. I'll keep, I hope, my promise.
Today I even managed to see a time in Italy USA (Ghana Italy I followed through Skypecasts , great! Gialappa's comment)! I saw him at the Cafe Matisse, an Italian restaurant run by a Bahamian and an Italian. We work Luke and Laura, of which I have already spoken. I see them often enough, they are really nice as I thought. They follow their dream, their dream follows them, around the world. I know who read my blog. I wish him only rare and beautiful things that I like it, because they are brave and deserve. All the expatriates here are a bit 'Scazzi, a bit' left out in the sense that their business is done. But they are special. A few nights ago we went to Cozy Corner, a Sandyport, a place for rich men of Europe here in Cable Beach. Well ... The owner of Cozy Forlì! Too special to hear the cadence Romagna here in Nassau. A bar with billiards, table football ... It was like being in Cesenatico. The beer costs three or four dollars, then there are always Valeria, fellow Brazilian Giuliano, Ticino, Esmeralda, another companion of Ticino, all banks. Funny.
When I go to the beach. Even at 7 pm, but I go there. I watch the sunset ... Balsamo and poetry for my voice.
Hello guys. See you soon.

Monday, June 12, 2006

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Skypefather ... or Skypepapà, you name it. From diamonds nothing



My wife just sent me some pictures. Portray my daughter the day of his birthday party. You can not understand what a joy to see them, but at the same time, how much melancholy. I'm not ashamed to say, I cried like a baby. After all this blog has a big heart completely naked, my heart. The heart of a father who leaves for a better future to his daughter. I write straight off, do not even want to read these lines. No mediation. Sincere words. I know what my choice is "socially" discussed (in the words of my friend that I greet and thank Fefè), but I do not care what they say, because my conscience is the cleanest place in the world. I never knew envy before. Believe me. Only small envy, for stupid things. Never thought that someone had something I could or should envy. But now I do. I envy the parents who bring their children to horse, caress them, talking with them, embrace them, feel their fragrance, they look into their eyes. Here, each week, the cruise ship docks of Disney. Families happy landing, full of their being a family, the perfect place. I am a Skypefather. I see my daughter through a webcam on the screen of my pc. Somehow I am close, somehow knows that there are. Thanks to Skype, the world is smaller, my daughter is a bit 'happier, I breathe the wonderful time that grows inside her, offering it to the world. I am a father made of pixels and packets of data that does not interact with her daughter, thousands and thousands of miles away. I'm not afraid, I know I'll always be her daddy. Because the first man of any woman is her dad. But this I have already said. Camilla, I look forward to you being with me. I'll take you to play with the dolphins, and will not stop looking at you and caress you.
Hello little girl. Your dad.

Monday, June 5, 2006

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not born ... (Dissertation)

"Love and laugh if you love answered, cry if you do not feel strong, the diamond does not come at all, the flowers come from manure ..."
Someone I know who has left this comment "radical chic" to my post, and these words - taken from a wonderful song by Fabrizio De André, Via del Campo - I have done much thinking. Not because they are beautiful, some love it on the spot is more important than a diamond, some manure promotes growth flowers, and if a diamond is not conducive to bury anything. On the diamond, physically, not born anything. So those who love gems, according to this comment, which tend not love love, not love life. It 'a materialist. Ama something cold, immobile, material, soulless.
I (with affection while thanking the author of the comment) not share this view. I will try to convey my metaphysical conception of the gems. I will try to convey to you, my friends, my idea according to which the physical properties (color, refractive index, density, crystallographic properties, etc..) Gems are nothing but the sensitive property and brightness of very different orders.
We start from an ancient Sanskrit word, Asman: one word designated precious stone and sky, as if there was no difference between a "cold" bud and the sky where the gods live par excellence, where he shone and the sun shines by day and night bonfires were lit far, the stars, while the silver moon shone and still shines impassive. As if it were an emanation of the gems of the sky, perhaps the crystallization of the Word of God (or of a Higher Will).
Diamond. Only the name evokes a multitude of concepts and images. Diamond is a mineral, a natural crystalline substance, the transparent form of pure carbon. The diamond is superb, the king of gems, throwing flares and symbolizes the strength and purity. Accompanies the betrothal, the promise of eternal love. It is indomitable, the hardest substance known in nature. He was trained in the bowels of the earth and came to us through volcanic activity. It is also likely to be the oldest thing you've ever owned, a good approximation of about 4 billion years, certainly more than two thirds of the age of our planet.
Today diamond symbolizes wealth, durability, quality and rarity. Through the various ancient cultures, the diamond has been associated with invulnerability, to lightning, magic, healing, protection, poisoning. The word diamond comes from the greek adamas , invincible. Being able to cut a diamond (the hardest substance in nature repeat) for the ancient represented a crucial evolutionary step. I will not elaborate on what the ancient cultures associated with the diamond in terms of healing properties, talismanic. Today we tend to translate the diamond, like any gem, in terms of value. But those who study, even those who love gems, you know that it has entered into a context that goes beyond history, beyond time, the chaotic flow of events, far beyond its commercial value. The universality Gems, their inherent superiority to contingent things, the history, life, makes it a unifying element of all great traditions.
I know what many of you think, however, I sell diamonds and other gems, so I personally translate commercially gems betraying my philosophy. We were wrong. There is nothing in the world to witness the love like a diamond. The eyes of a woman who accepts the gift of a diamond from her man talk about love. The other day, a woman I had just sold a two-carat diamond, he said "she is the noblest work of the world: it makes women happy!" Nothing more true friends and my friends. So I live for love. Believe me, and give yourselves a gem from your husbands.