The North Face Jacket Breast C

YOU Cassina

This script was done the year that we won the Serie D in occasion of the 29th year of activity of the fedayeen CASSINO. Letter sent to the sports editor of Cassino 7 to invite the citizens to stay close to the team.

years have passed since then but this paper still retains all her passion so much to feel it again today by posting it on our blog .... It 's all for you friend Cassino, you who have never, in spite of infamy and categories abandoned the faith.

biancoazzurro Dear supporter, longtime friend, supporter increasingly common ideals. You write
the lines of this week hoping that our voice can get to your heart, as if our voices are overlapped into one, to form a choir and choir that often came straight to the heart of our players. A priceless force us together, we shared together very beautiful moments. But as often happens, the inexorable time tends to erase the memories to fade the edges. Our twenty years in closed fist and all to live.
Neither rain, nor wind or sun has divided us or win. The scarf around his neck, the flag and show our identity inseparable behind our banner. It was "MY Cassino and proud, waving in the prime of age to seven winds. We swear that never, ever, nothing and no one could destroy our unshakeable faith. You write, a friend of yesterday, because you'll be friends forever. We are writing because they can turn our words to heart, because you can reappropriate the dreams of your twenties. Found in ancient ideals. Maybe he was wrong more, but it was more true, when nothing was worth the laugh and it's never enough. When life had the colors of our smiles. When our bus leaves from Piazza San Giovanni unlikely to travel. When not to do was endless collections to buy the smoke and had no driver's license or car to collect it. These are days away and never forgotten. The time has not tarnished, but it has aged out there won. We are still alive, perhaps we are less and nothing has changed. WE STILL BELIEVE. In those ideals, friendship, anger and courage are intact. And you mate a thousand days spent together, where are you?

You look pale to run after your thoughts, trapped in a double-breasted suit and a tie that did not fit the neck.

bound're older your dreams youth in a drawer. Chasing success in the gears of the corrupt system. Pretend you live to the highest bidder and give yourself away in your briefcase and drag your ambitions.

We like to remind you when proud neck wear that blue-white scarves.
When you sang, gioivi, clapping to the beat of drums. When intoxication with a goal scored will be lost in oblivion for a hug without end. Like to think so, still with us.

Saturday against Campobasso celebrate our twenty-nine years life.

will be nice to find you lose once again behind the color of our

smoke ... We are waiting because I know that I can always count on you. You can not betray us.

The time has not defeated us. Until the end. Until the victory.

fedayeen CASSINO

town quarter 1977

Samsung Lcd Tv With Pink Dots

Monster & Co


Monster & Co are two girls.
Monster & Co is a good idea. Monster & Co
ask all those who remember the dream that made the night to put pen to paper and send it to them. Monster & Co
If the riterraqnno valid (good will) would be appreciated.

also publish daydreams?
anyone still makes them? I do not know. Take a look the same.

Lip Sores On 3 Year Old

Forgive them father they know not what they do.


There are things that are alive, despite not having a heart and a brain.
There are things that, although they can not speak, are be able to make us the creeps. There is a type of plastic, tin, glass fiber, a type of soft buttons that atones only to watch them become filled with clouds so many memories. Among these, the picture above is one of those.
Commodore 64, which wired Italy ranks as one of the twenty-five computers have changed the history of computing.
liars, hypocrites, unjust, the Commodore 64 has changed the afternoon, evening and night of billions of big babies and teenagers, and rewriting and to stay moist peat in paradise full of color and laughter. Unforgettable
being slow to load games, days when compared to the immediacy of today. Definitely memorable graphics of each square thing, the human characters, animals, buildings, bullets, everything was incredibly square, sliced \u200b\u200bhard but well-defined (oh please).
allow time to take a shower before I found out like the graphics of the next level, unimportant, you could mark the package directly to a precise timer intervals cassette recorder of the games, so if you wanted to play only one in the middle tape could safely skip the rest.
"Press to start tape play or" pure poetry.
It 's true, you could not challenge the Japanese nerd on the other side of the globe, but the games did not cost 70 Euro and in each box there were at least fifteen (all bad of course, but so is playing only "Sensible Soccer, or better, football manager."
It occupied almost the entire kitchen table, the room, your room, the floor became the engine room of the Matrix, the eyes were lost in the tangled web of wires scattered everywhere, and twelve thousand, of course, once a day someone will stumble by all fall from the table. We speak
supply? A cube from the square that features two hours after it became a fireball, it was a small stove in winter, summer was far better to stay there.
And the stripes on my TV? As if television had been tangled up at a rave. Psychedelic flashed on the screen, without order or sense, kidnapped, and the risk that you could stand and watch the tape go ahead and you do not stop at the right time, at the risk of having to start again, and was not a thing of two minuti.Nà.
was the time of giant joystick, a stick more than anything else. From your room and volavi somewhere for at least four or five hours.
Thinking today at mini console and all those who, now young, lose diopters there before, and how the physical increasingly tends to shrink, to disappear, as if annoyed, is a lot of nostalgia.
not know what they lose.