Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Derivatives For Dummys Book

order not to lose the keys


Sometimes I leave the keys in the strangest places, and then not find them for days! So I made a hanger craft. I applied to this little cut 3 hooks, and to make it a cute embroidery of LK, I wanted to do for some time. Finally, a button-shaped polymer clay heart. I love it! :-)
In the coming days I hope to publish photos of the Pause Cafe, the framer I prepare a tray :-)

Sunday, November 22, 2009

Where Do You Go To Get Thick Gloves

GP


The memory of a friend


I think that nothing else much comfort us,
than the memory of a friend, the joy of his
confidence



or the immense relief of Essert

you told him with absolute confidence:



just because a friend.


Comfort desire to see him far away,

to summon him to feel him close,

almost hear his voice and continue talks

never finished.



David Maria Turoldo


I dedicate this poem to my best friend


that has accompanied me with his friendship along a stretch of my life

helping to overcome difficult moments, to be found along the path.


This is no longer with us, remains his lasting memory of a sincere person.


by Gianpiero.






Friday, November 20, 2009

Genital Herpes Outbreak Getting Worse



Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Few Drops Of Blood During My Period

night dedicated to the Duomo di Chieri

photos Pierangelo
leave the link to visit the city and the churches of Chieri: info Chieri

Saturday, November 14, 2009

Sunday, November 8, 2009

Rent Ballroom Dresses Uk

Sal wires

Here's my barattolone, photographed next to my latest creation, a pillow Welcome embroidered jute canvas. It 's my first experience on this canvas, in the shops I never found (in fact this piece gave me long ago Angela ). It has a rustic effect that I like a lot. For the I used this back fabric, there are all the farm animals ... only the chicken lacked

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Can I Get Pink And Brown M&m

I met the dawn

knew the 'alba .. followed by sunset were lightning. burned my heart ..
days were endless ...
nights without dawns ...
in the hurricane of life .....
your eyes incotrarono my ...
we looked for a long time ..
lost my eyes, the color of the sea, met the sincerity of your eyes and found myself
dawn.

pm




Pierangela