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I want it! I want it?

One of the villas of Rome's most famous for scenes a wedding is definitely Celimontana Villa, also known as the Villa Mattei, is located on the western summit of the Celio hill, and there are buildings from different eras and origins, as the obelisk of Ramses II, popularly known as "spit", from the dispossession of Sun Temple at Heliopolis.
Walking along the trails of this park and looking at these seemingly happy couples began to reflect on the concept of "lived happily forever." As our society claim to be progressive think there are still some goals that we should all reach: marriage, children and a home. Ok maybe for us gay is not exactly like this: marriage or recognition unmarried couples do not talk ... include the adoption. But what if instead of the rash of smiles are just as I was when I was with my ex? These things we really want or are we just programmed?
Soul mate: two little words, one big concept. The belief that someone somewhere has the key to your heart and home of your dreams. All you have to do is find it. Meanwhile, where is this person? And if you loved someone and it did not mean that it was not your soul mate? It was just a competitor in this game show called happily and forever? And if the passing years, from one box to another and competitors fall decrease the chances of finding your soul mate? Soul mates: reality or torture device?
In the last year that devastated my life radically, I can not help but repeat that the soul mate is found only on postcards sold in drugstores, but if things were changing? If the meetings that I did in God-forsaken place did not produce their effects because persoa want is only a few under my plan? What would the reaction before a possible new relationship with another person? Once you find what you were looking for some of us are reluctant to give up the single life? Why become part of a pair implies system? To be in pairs have to put themselves in the attic? And I found myself thinking about the stories I intend to difficult relations with all their connections with the past with the present and also with the future. At a certain age all had to do with stories that come up from the past, but to what extent these stories are able to destroy our dreams for the future? You can reach the future if the past is still present, or we fear that our past affect our future?
My conclusion is that we're always alone even when we have a man. Let a abella armor and face the life we \u200b\u200benjoy, without waiting for the men we meet.

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The sack of Rome

Sack of Rome in 410 August 24 (or according to some of the 416) completed the third siege (after those of 408 and 409 ) led by Alaric's Visigoths The and had an immediate resonance throughout the Empire, felt as epoch-making event, was seen by St. Augustine (De Civitate Dei in ) as a sign of the approaching end of the world or of the punishment inflicted by God the capital of paganism. The
Visigoths, after two failed attempts ( 408 and 409), April 410 (after were treacherously attacked by the troops of Emperor Honorius to Ravenna), returned to the walls of Rome and started me to the third siege in three years, blocking all access roads, including the Tiber and supplies from Porto and Ostia .
The siege continued incessantly for five months, forcing hungry people to feed even cats, mice and dogs. Infectious diseases claimed many victims (the sources speak of fever, but it was more likely to cholera) and also cited cases of cannibalism.
The siege was particularly struck by the less poor population, and it was probably a desperate group of starving the decision to end the siege.
the night of August 24 , the Porta Salaria was opened to the besiegers. The 50,000 Visigoths come like a river in flood. Thus began the second sack of the Eternal City, which has remained untouched since the days of Brennus .
Nevertheless, Rome inspired respect to the invaders and in the three days of pillage Alaric gave orders not to kill anyone and to save the places of worship and placed under its protection Pope Innocent I. These helpless before his eyes he saw the havoc in the city where he fell, made less by the Goths themselves or by the former slaves (freed the year before) thirsty for revenge. Alaric paid homage to the tombs of the Apostles and in a sense respect the sacredness of the City.
During the sack, Alaric captured as a hostage Galla Placidia, sister of Honorius, he married her and she would rule the new kingdom of Visigoths in Gaul Narbonese (after the death of Alaric, she married his brother Ataulfo \u200b\u200b ).
Rome 2010. This time there are barbarians who fall in the capital, this time the barbarians are in the metropolitan area of \u200b\u200bthe city. They are the boorish, the ingnoranti and vandals who destroy monuments and property for a total of between 16 and 20 million €.
I had promised myself not to discuss politics and in fact I will not, but I can not tell what happened in the city on December 14, on the other hand, the blog is called (homo) sex & the city.
I love Rome, see the Christmas lights of downtown is something wonderful and not so enviable transiggo a setting that is devastated by the emeritus head of what I say. The problem is that these "emeritus heads do not say what" politically are covered by some characters of dubious morality with the city of Rome has nothing to do and I refer to Antonio di Pietro, leader of Molise IDV and Angela Finocchiaro, one of many of the PD, Sicilian woman of dubious morality and double as supports the Governor Lombardo investigated for collusion with the Mafia as well as various events gidiziarie passed over in silence in exchange for this noble lady attorney places his family, but this blog is censored in the various free. After the usual
expressed solidarity with the police, the guerrillas have irrisponsabilmente stated that last Tuesday was provoked and caused by undercover cops, policemen sent by the Government. Now I do not understand why these infiltrators there are only and exclusively within the events left, are the same people who violently objected to the party Schifani of PD are the same ones who tried to lynch Bonanni has recently cited in both the party "democratic". And all their voters, at this point unable to question and reason argue that ideally these claims have now been refuted by several arrests. Surprisingly enough information sites such as purple or silent partner singer today, even a newspaper like "Done" abandon these arguments advanced by a conspiracy and ideological journal of the lowest quality as "La Repubblica".
These guys remind me of a writer who I love very, Steve Berry. The difference is that Berry is a novelist and the others should take to heart the fate of the country and say disconnected phrases.
The novel "The latest conspiracy" comes to analyze the Fourteenth Station of the Cross: this is the last station, or when the Apostles bear the body of Jesus in the tomb.

For pure spirit narrative, Berry wonders if the apostles are actually bringing the body into the grave or, rather, are bringing the outside. In fact if you do not have faith, bearing the image above could be interpreted: it is a still image and you can see is the scene towards the interior of the tomb that outward thereof.
Similarly these politicians of the lowest who have taken the photos taken and analyzed as she pleased. For example, the financier who is with his arm around the neck of a protester, protesters are doing this according to many cuddles the military is not trying to hurt him.
E 'this strange theory that the Democrats are always neat urged and pure, when Linda urged and are not pure, but rather they are more sullied the Republican American.
not find much difference between the sack of Rome in 410 and the manifestation of the devastating Dec. 14. They just expressed hatred, violence and idiocy. And in 2010 this is absolutely intolerable. Nothing to do with faith or political ideology that I have and which I do not intend to speak in this blog, but it comes to love and respect not only to his own city in constant evolution, but of love and respect towards others. Freedom does not turn into debauchery and especially where the damage caused by some facts can not be paid by all.

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The boy from the Spanish

Rome, Piazza di Spagna, one of the most enchanting city.
The Trinità dei Monti is monumental and consists of 135 steps in the spring and summer is decorated with a multitude of flowers looking good. Just
in Piazza di Spagna is a representation of the company I work for. And that's where you find one of the sweetest girls and cute that I have ever known, my boyfriend of the English Steps.
paraphrase a famous song by Morandi: it is not nice, but next to it has a thousand men if it's just him. It is not the physical aspect that makes it special: the head is disproportionate to the skinny body, dark complexion but still makes it fascinating. The special thing are the eyes ... those sweet dark eyes, good with a veil of uncertainty, who can still be decided, but not harsh. And then the way they do reveal a class and an innate delicacy, accentuated by the experience and education certainly feel at home. Despite a history of stable
I see it as me: a fly-paper for not right for her and let's face it: flows into me as a geriatric case is always seen in older men lui.Come me an eternal insecure!
Rome is full of urban legends: the terrorist attacks at several metro stations, Romulus and Remus saw the Rex Nemorensis and now the "old men" in me.
Speaking with my friend and colleague recently discovered in the "troubles" turn gay, I wondered if actually little more than forty are actually stable. A steady job, an enviable social position of the targets are still enough to make a man good on paper? O quid missing ...? Surely the man just on paper is the kind of male who is usually left for a more sexy, with the bike and without a euro in your pocket, but omitting this detail entirely irrelevant, the forty-give us their early twenties, or thirties us a little more security? We need confirmation or a father?
Rereading my esprienze from chicken breast, to Mr. Tiffany's I can not help but wonder: people of forty or so suddenly regress until you have winds in the brain? And what security can give us eternal unsure if they are the premises? Or we must be satisfied with scraps of other people? An increase of one person can turn into a diamond for us or we have to ask if there is something wrong? What allows a couple to break in a relationship?
The logical conclusion to these questions would be: go with little more than thirty. Our peers! They too are fighting for a stable work they too are fighting for an enviable social position and the beauty is that we would not be the only parasites that enter their lives, but we can be complicit in their successes and their failures can actually build the future together and not as sneak thieves apartment in the lives of others joys and pains or as stated in the famous formula in good times and bad.
At this point I can not help but wonder: we have a scheme in any relationship? I personally find it difficult to have relationships with my peers or stories or so, simply because I see ... me! My ego is really what I want? A life of sex with myself? You know when a man is right? And 'the right man when he burst into contact with fireworks or what is the right man with whom you feel comfortable enough and that there is no fireworks? And your uncertainty is a sign that is not the right man or is a sign that you're not ready? And when you love somebody tells you that this is the right man for you?
Probably not much difference between a thirty and forty, you probably are like the Irish of the North, are practically equal, but simply are on opposite sides, and seeing my life over here but I can not say that there are forty reliable and available on the square in Rome. Alemanno's has made to disappear along with the Gypsies! Or maybe ... but this is a little thing on which I am still working ..

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(OMO) SEX & DANCEFIT

Rome, Gym Fitness & Fun at Prenestino (as it was and it is).
After a stop for about a month I returned to my gym to practice a bit 'of dancefit. This is a new discipline and is a cross between dance and fitness. It 's very useful to stretch a bit', pull muscles, be agile and I happily discovered that many exercises are very useful in various sexual practices; before dancefit I never thought of being able to bend and twist so much. The dock goes much better than before that I did not do sports. I admit it's not just the love of the sport that drives me to grueling hours of hard work, but the butt of my instructor. Her hair is long enough and motivated, it is not too high, his eyes are green, hairy body is a fantastic hair that brings to the post. The physicist is not only tornico, but muscular and pea pea ... what is that heavens! He likes to dress in a tight and often wears a shirt with the neck very open so leaving those beautiful shoulders with the beautiful trapeze prununciato , but above his pants. God, how exciting. He has a hard ass and round and each I imagine that compresses the time he gets behind me that with enough violence and I feel that the backside as hard as marble. This is on the back ... on the front of lust! A pea seems constantly Barzotto. Not only long but also wide and if you notice from Moscow did not dare imagine how many deaths and injuries could act as a straight And I think that one day I found there are looking straight ahead, talked about the lesson and we were face to face, he takes off his pants and mutant, as I said, "I think you're melting a lot!" my response was "You have not the faintest idea how I can be melted, return everything up!" fragorsa a laugh and played in the dressing room.

But the shower ... the shower is the hardest part. His muscular body and swollen wet while you pass the soap everywhere, looks like a scene from the first film of Sex and the City Gilles Marini is the one with a shower. A mervaglia of nature and man.
I must do something to go out with him and you will shop around and end of the night to invent an excuse that will let me be alone with this spectacle of nature ... the sky that would blow jobs! And fortunately everything seems to be a fantasy because the instructor is definitely the high ... "parish." You should see him when he moves, agile as Roberto Bolle.
I want to have sex with him, I am waiting and hope that the game is worth the candle. On the other hand is not a very common sexual fantasy to have sex with a personal trainer? "I just want him to fuck up smoking using the orecchie.Sto all stategica. At this point I can not help but wonder: spent his childhood in the name of the game. What was it? A sort of preparation for the games that we do as adults? The relationship of love and sex relationships are a game of chess? Strategy, moves and counter the purpose of which is held in abeyance until the opponent can not win? There is the possibility of a sincere relationship, or it is true that to run the report must have recourse to the game?

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Ghost

Popular tradition has it that Rome has always been interested in "strange apparitions." Among
history, legend and fantasy, while walking at night in some streets in the center of Rome is said to be possible to meet the ghosts of some famous people who still love to attend the Louis who had attended when they were alive. Despite the three thousand year history of the city, the ghosts of Rome are not much and it's more of female figures. One of the few male figures is to Mastro Titta the most famous of Rome who performed well Executioner 514 "Justice" in its 68-year career between 1796 and 1864.Sembra you love walking, at dawn, wrapped in scarlet robe from "work" in places where he performed the judgments that before the church of Santa Maria in Cosmedin , Piazza del Popolo and Piazza di Ponte Sant'Angelo. It is also said that, at times, offer a pinch of snuff for those who run, as he used to offer it before you are sentenced to the sentence. Fortunately, the Roman
ectoplasm that these companions are actually friendly and happy to chat and exchange with people who meet, as the typical old people who drink the quart at the table of the inn.
not so much the ghosts of the legends that concern us, but the ghosts that we create in our minds. When you've just broken up with someone, certain streets, certain places, even certain times of day are to be avoided, the city becomes a deserted battlefield, packed with emotional landmines. You must be very careful where you step if you do not want to end up in pieces. Everywhere you go you always feared to meet one who has broken my heart, you look at people wary, they fix the car hoping not to run into one of your ex. There is a certain irony in noting how a city like Rome, all in all not very large compared to other cities, may contain the myriad of our former or scope, especially in our environment can meet the one you broke my heart is very high and meet him when you look horrible is even higher. He is right when he says my friend Fabio in the gay world that mixes Roman shuffles the cards that you are always the same and in the end, as in a village where no one is their business, you'll always know what your ex is doing and is with the gossip that you create a perverse sort of competition between two people who have chosen well and is called "who will die of despair?".
As I described earlier, Rome is haunted, but these are not always benign: ex-lovers, ex-boyfriends, and you're bound to meet all the ghosts with which you have until the outstanding issues have resolved. When a relationship dies we never really get rid of ghosts? Or are we always persecuted by the ghosts of our love wrong?
Maybe our mistakes are to determine our destiny, no sense of what our lives would be well perhaps if we change the way we could never fall in love, have a son, to be what 'we are .... Rest of the seasons change, and so did the city.
People come into your life and then leaving, but it is comforting to know that those you love remain forever etched in your heart.