How Many Calories Do Beef Tips Have

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Well well, I rubbed my hands ... Maybe someone thought it would end like this, no other hand!
Smoke, maybe that's why they're so nostalgic, or more likely is that I have just returned from a short holiday anything but constructive my little big Dresden.
Ziggy Stardust in the background, the smell of honey cream (which I opened up nicely in a suitcase with his pasta distorting everything he could find, first of all my hands) and smell of cigarettes "that brand in Eastern feel the smell "and not only, I add. I'm not going to kill the blog.
After a brief discussion, indottami from a friend, I felt the importance ... It is not just the only time I write I hope that others read my predicament (thesis part), it is quite another occasion to change. A reflection on everything that we were, with the significant consequence of a highly probable distortion of their lives. "Every passing moment is an opportunity to completely change everything."
And then there is that last night I was in Berlin, in a hostel in Kreuzberg unknown, and there because of the occasional stench of my roommates, all handsome young Australian, I decided to give herself to sleep, drowning in a Schoefferhofer, and connect to Sputnikiamocela.com.
I read everything, and mentally I reviewed the soundtrack that accompanied all this. Whittaker, Gaber, Goran Bregovic, David Bowie, The Drifters, Frank Sinatra, Gorillaz, De Andrè, Nina Simone, the band Bard, the Rats of Sabina (thanks Isa and Julia) and I think that if I continue the list would be longer than the post's farewell Meggy. Meggy. Thanks to you all this was possible. And you know what I mean. I mean the beauty and sprattutto smiles, sunrises, trams, the emotion I felt on hearing that we were all part of experience, we have decided to share. It is not a small thing.
I remember my farewell party in Reichenbach, the police for the second time broke into my room while we played all drunk Grand Pule (thanks GRE) and I laughed that escaping into the kitchen saying << io non abito qui>> and Alex leave the documents .. .
I remember the details, expressions, colors, feelings, to accompany those ten months, and I feel, still, music.
L.