You open the door ..... and you close the door .......
(предназначенo для особенного человека в Челябинске ... 4994 км от меня ... )
(предназначенo для особенного человека в Челябинске ... 4994 км от меня ... )
Thursday, October 5, 2006
Thursday, September 14, 2006
Laundry Audit Checklist
FAAKER SEE HARLEY DAVIDSON HD 2006
Come ogni anno, con il mese di Settembre, ci si organizza e si va in Carinzia sul Lago Faaker ( Faaker See per l'appunto) e si contano le migliaia di Harley Davidson venute da tutta l'Europa.
Quest'anno ho visto molti Chapter venuti anche da posti veramente lontani e, a parte una targa canadese, ho potuto contare la Spagna, la Francia,l'Italia naturalmente, Germany, Belgium, Slovenia, Croatia, Czech Republic, Hungary, Switzerland, the various local chapters that is' Austria, some Poles, Finns and Norwegians as well as a host of English encountered near Velden.
In 2006 I chose this' last resort 'for several nights and I must say, I found myself better than previous years although it is not' fair to say it that way.
The past years have all been wonderful, each with a beautiful memory of a party that has its romantic side dishes, food and music, though at the same time there is' a common denominator that Harley and Harley ......
Velden and 'more' refined, with excellent local hotels and really beautiful excellent people, friendly as well as' very-very helpful!
The days were beautiful, warm sunny september day, clean air, a lake, the Wörthersee colors of turquoise / blue / blue ......
Something that can not be 'let alone capture descivere and even in a simple photograph .....
I hope that more and more 'possan people visit these places, even without the Harley Davidson ..... although, as I always say ...... you have to try ..... A salute to Chapter
Milan to Monza and in particular, as well as a special thank you to HARLEY DAVIDSON MOTORBIKE KLEMENČIČ, ANNEMARIE of GASTHAUS who hosted us and to all those whom I had the good fortune to meet.
Vegas De Laroja 
Come ogni anno, con il mese di Settembre, ci si organizza e si va in Carinzia sul Lago Faaker ( Faaker See per l'appunto) e si contano le migliaia di Harley Davidson venute da tutta l'Europa.
Quest'anno ho visto molti Chapter venuti anche da posti veramente lontani e, a parte una targa canadese, ho potuto contare la Spagna, la Francia,l'Italia naturalmente, Germany, Belgium, Slovenia, Croatia, Czech Republic, Hungary, Switzerland, the various local chapters that is' Austria, some Poles, Finns and Norwegians as well as a host of English encountered near Velden.
In 2006 I chose this' last resort 'for several nights and I must say, I found myself better than previous years although it is not' fair to say it that way.
The past years have all been wonderful, each with a beautiful memory of a party that has its romantic side dishes, food and music, though at the same time there is' a common denominator that Harley and Harley ......
Velden and 'more' refined, with excellent local hotels and really beautiful excellent people, friendly as well as' very-very helpful!
The days were beautiful, warm sunny september day, clean air, a lake, the Wörthersee colors of turquoise / blue / blue ......
Something that can not be 'let alone capture descivere and even in a simple photograph .....
I hope that more and more 'possan people visit these places, even without the Harley Davidson ..... although, as I always say ...... you have to try ..... A salute to Chapter
Milan to Monza and in particular, as well as a special thank you to HARLEY DAVIDSON MOTORBIKE KLEMENČIČ, ANNEMARIE of GASTHAUS who hosted us and to all those whom I had the good fortune to meet.
Vegas De Laroja
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
Very Dry But 11 Days Late
...... the bike, a Harley Davidson and cromatissima 'stops by the roadside, separated from the sea and a long wide sandy beach. You park your Harley Davidson Low Rider black and dusty, and throw the eye towards the sea and the beach, the monumental buildings in the distance, the coast road. Although it 'normal, you make a certain impression that a place in the summer and' flooded to capacity with people, in the fall will turn into a Ghost Town. And more
'impression does this Heritage Softail Deluxe rose without a master ...... Compare
the perfect polish Heritage of LR with your black dusty, muddy, scraped at some point, with the pots a bit 'rusty .....
Walk towards the sea. Your boots sink into the sand, soft and warm and this' almost pleasant sensation.
The wind ruffles his hair long and wet air and fine droplets of salt.
- It 's your ???-- the Black Rider asks a female voice behind you. You turn around and in front of you is' a girl: blonde hair, dark eyes, Levis members and vest Harley orange / black, fabulous body.
- Yes - you say .... planted in the sand, his hands hidden in the pockets of his jeans.
you do not consider you more 'and throws a glance towards the road to the Low Rider Black Heritage Rose and shiny.
- so do not take 'a Harley Davidson !!!!-- says without looking at him.
Stay a while disqualified and a sigh - A no ????--.
- NO - insists her peremptory, and in saying this will extract a large nickel-plated automatic pistol and you tip the temple.
Feel the cold barrel on your skin and you think that is exaggerated as a reaction on the part of a 'lover of order and clean.
you move the gun from your temple and fired a shot at an empty beer can left on the sand.
you calm down a moment, looking half smile left from her mouth ..... just a moment to hear another shot and an acute chest pain.
Roberto Saporito text taken from: HARLEY DAVIDSON 1998
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
Emu'sboots Cleaning Kit
BARCELONA - ESPANA
walks among the people, the tables, who play the violin, the dogs on a leash, prostitutes, pimps with a sense of complete lack of balance. I stand 'cause the people around me will not let me fall. I sit in the more 'Real big terrace of the square. The waiter approaches without smiling. The shot of a beautiful smile drunk and ordered a tequila. The waiter goes away 'in his sad silence. Back to Tequila, lemon and salt. Lay everything on the table and wait for the pay. But I drink tequila in one gulp and ordered another one. As soon as he walks away, I get up, take it and I'm leaving. I never put up with dumb waiters, sad, nasty, rude.
I find more and more 'hard to maintain balance. I do not remember 'cause I'm in Barcelona. Do not even remember 'cause I drank so much. Back on Las Ramblas and restart the pilgrimage of the bar. Pero 'now look more' people and drink less. I try to tire me as much 'as possible to go to bed quietly without the risk of not sleeping and start thinking in solitude. In
Placa de Catalunya there 'a room with a multitude of Harley Davidson parked in front. Are in order, one after another and the first pulse and 'to give a kick to the first and drop them all. But then known this chopper with long keys nell'accensione. Sigh looking around, I get on the bike course, I turn on the grafting, the MRP and childbirth without looking back.
makes a deafening roar as it runs down Las Ramblas towards the port. People have time to look at me, or rather to look at the bike: black, chrome, beautiful.
I head out to sea and I leave the city 'in the back. Travel for an hour at low speed 'in a deserted area and carried to the beach to stop a few meters from the sea. When I turn off the bike becomes palpable silence, broken only by the slow lapping of the waves.
I turn off the lighthouse and the darkness becomes total for a few seconds, the time 'cause my eyes get used to the new situation. I open one of the small pockets of black leather with fringe and I find a small bottle of Jack Daniel's. I take off my boots, socks and booms I dip my feet in the water, sipping bourbon a bit 'hot.
The bottle of Jack Daniel's and 'almost finished when I hear a rumble in the distance, a sort of thunder continued.
Soon the roar turns into a swarm of indistinct round headlights. Harley Davidson has ten, but I'm drunk and could be more 'as less. We all go out together, but with the lights on on me. I'm sitting on the sand, the sea behind and in front of Harley Davidson. Downward
three, come closer, I observed a moment, whispering among themselves. Then I take two of weight one for the arms and legs to the other, and throw me into the water. The sea and 'almost warm. I drink a hearty drink, cough: I do not know whether to stay soaked, relatively safe, or go to the beach where the lights are a disturbing presence. But the problem resolves itself when all the bikes and come on, one by one, they go away leaving the beach in the dark.
'm almost disappointed, all I could think of except they left so ', without reprisal.
back to shore and immediately I enter the cold in the bones. I take off my wet clothes, but naked, is even more 'cool. Bnene squeeze jeans and put them on me, recovery socks, boots, the leather jacket I'm wearing no shirt, and walked towards the main road. I hitchhiked, but at this machine I spend very little and has no intention of stopping.
After an hour's walk to Barcelona I find myself to lift a finger towards a group of Harley Davidson to the beach. Pass in single file, watching carefully, but they stop every hundred yards' ahead. Two were from the group reach me. I do not know if you run or what, but I'm too tired to even think of escape. The long and
chopper 'was mine for a few hours I will stop in front, followed by a green apple Fat Boy. The type of chopper beckons me to climb. I hesitated, but then I go nodding without really knowing why '.
, Let us meet and exceed the other bikes that share right behind us. Type of Fat Boy approaches and hands me a flask of shiny metal. I smile and drink a sip of strong liquor, with a hint of smoke: Mexican Mezcal, the best 'good. Pass the flask to the owner of the chopper. He drinks and then passes it to the guy that has 883 'materialized on my right. He also drinks and passes the whole skin of Heritage, and so 'street in a rite of alcohol suit socialization. We travel in formation as if we were ready for a mission impossible: we are an impressive sight, beautiful.
Barcelona 'Paral Lel asleep when we cross the desert, almost unreal. We stop in Placa de Catalunya, in front of the room where I stole the bike.
go down, I want to give an explanation for my behavior, but the owner of the chopper and smiles at me, nodding towards the Ramblas part followed by the whole group. Roberto Saporito
text taken from: HARLEY DAVIDSON 1998 
walks among the people, the tables, who play the violin, the dogs on a leash, prostitutes, pimps with a sense of complete lack of balance. I stand 'cause the people around me will not let me fall. I sit in the more 'Real big terrace of the square. The waiter approaches without smiling. The shot of a beautiful smile drunk and ordered a tequila. The waiter goes away 'in his sad silence. Back to Tequila, lemon and salt. Lay everything on the table and wait for the pay. But I drink tequila in one gulp and ordered another one. As soon as he walks away, I get up, take it and I'm leaving. I never put up with dumb waiters, sad, nasty, rude.
I find more and more 'hard to maintain balance. I do not remember 'cause I'm in Barcelona. Do not even remember 'cause I drank so much. Back on Las Ramblas and restart the pilgrimage of the bar. Pero 'now look more' people and drink less. I try to tire me as much 'as possible to go to bed quietly without the risk of not sleeping and start thinking in solitude. In
Placa de Catalunya there 'a room with a multitude of Harley Davidson parked in front. Are in order, one after another and the first pulse and 'to give a kick to the first and drop them all. But then known this chopper with long keys nell'accensione. Sigh looking around, I get on the bike course, I turn on the grafting, the MRP and childbirth without looking back.
makes a deafening roar as it runs down Las Ramblas towards the port. People have time to look at me, or rather to look at the bike: black, chrome, beautiful.
I head out to sea and I leave the city 'in the back. Travel for an hour at low speed 'in a deserted area and carried to the beach to stop a few meters from the sea. When I turn off the bike becomes palpable silence, broken only by the slow lapping of the waves.
I turn off the lighthouse and the darkness becomes total for a few seconds, the time 'cause my eyes get used to the new situation. I open one of the small pockets of black leather with fringe and I find a small bottle of Jack Daniel's. I take off my boots, socks and booms I dip my feet in the water, sipping bourbon a bit 'hot.
The bottle of Jack Daniel's and 'almost finished when I hear a rumble in the distance, a sort of thunder continued.
Soon the roar turns into a swarm of indistinct round headlights. Harley Davidson has ten, but I'm drunk and could be more 'as less. We all go out together, but with the lights on on me. I'm sitting on the sand, the sea behind and in front of Harley Davidson. Downward
three, come closer, I observed a moment, whispering among themselves. Then I take two of weight one for the arms and legs to the other, and throw me into the water. The sea and 'almost warm. I drink a hearty drink, cough: I do not know whether to stay soaked, relatively safe, or go to the beach where the lights are a disturbing presence. But the problem resolves itself when all the bikes and come on, one by one, they go away leaving the beach in the dark.
'm almost disappointed, all I could think of except they left so ', without reprisal.
back to shore and immediately I enter the cold in the bones. I take off my wet clothes, but naked, is even more 'cool. Bnene squeeze jeans and put them on me, recovery socks, boots, the leather jacket I'm wearing no shirt, and walked towards the main road. I hitchhiked, but at this machine I spend very little and has no intention of stopping.
After an hour's walk to Barcelona I find myself to lift a finger towards a group of Harley Davidson to the beach. Pass in single file, watching carefully, but they stop every hundred yards' ahead. Two were from the group reach me. I do not know if you run or what, but I'm too tired to even think of escape. The long and
chopper 'was mine for a few hours I will stop in front, followed by a green apple Fat Boy. The type of chopper beckons me to climb. I hesitated, but then I go nodding without really knowing why '.
, Let us meet and exceed the other bikes that share right behind us. Type of Fat Boy approaches and hands me a flask of shiny metal. I smile and drink a sip of strong liquor, with a hint of smoke: Mexican Mezcal, the best 'good. Pass the flask to the owner of the chopper. He drinks and then passes it to the guy that has 883 'materialized on my right. He also drinks and passes the whole skin of Heritage, and so 'street in a rite of alcohol suit socialization. We travel in formation as if we were ready for a mission impossible: we are an impressive sight, beautiful.
Barcelona 'Paral Lel asleep when we cross the desert, almost unreal. We stop in Placa de Catalunya, in front of the room where I stole the bike.
go down, I want to give an explanation for my behavior, but the owner of the chopper and smiles at me, nodding towards the Ramblas part followed by the whole group. Roberto Saporito
text taken from: HARLEY DAVIDSON 1998
Monday, September 11, 2006
Time For Texas Muffins
11 September 2006: New York
..... ...... what about this day that began with the sun and breezy with a September that is about to .... feel ready to go to work, shaving and showering in the morning, drink a coffee 'calmly reading the newspaper, enjoy the first rays of sun that your skin bacian ..... a slight shiver of cold / hot ...... turn on the server and see the e-mails .....
And a memory emerges ..... September 11th five years ago ........ when on a day that began with the sun and breezy morning, There were almost 3,000 people with dreams, with the projects, with their families .... with young ......
Never to forget what 'the world (unarmed) could follow, he could have cried, could not understand during that long week of September ......
That terrible tragedy.
Something that even in the scripts of Hollywood movies could be written .... for the exaggeration, the rush, the inability 'to believe that something like this could be the result of the mind (sick) of a human being .....
So many things change in five years .... but some memories are indelible, like tears, do not end up in the archives ..... and live together with our existence, making us that bitter taste in mouth the fruit of hatred and injustice.
Each of us, watching''The American Flag''could make a lot of thoughts on freedom'..... but definitely looking at the stars and stripes flag, we remember / remind 'unjustified victims of a world that, five years is not' changed.
Hatred exists.
There will be an 'if ever ...... in the eyes of our children are not inculcated with the values \u200b\u200bof justice and fairness', but also tolerance of cohabitation ......
is fighting for some ideal ........ It dies because without a
'.....
September 11, 2001: 2749 dreams, desires, ideas, hands that greet you, you smiling mouths, voices that speak to you, looks you appoggiano li...su Ground Zero, sugli Stati Uniti d'America, sul Mondo intero.
Per non dimenticare.
11 Settembre 2006
Vegas De Laroja 
..... ...... what about this day that began with the sun and breezy with a September that is about to .... feel ready to go to work, shaving and showering in the morning, drink a coffee 'calmly reading the newspaper, enjoy the first rays of sun that your skin bacian ..... a slight shiver of cold / hot ...... turn on the server and see the e-mails .....
And a memory emerges ..... September 11th five years ago ........ when on a day that began with the sun and breezy morning, There were almost 3,000 people with dreams, with the projects, with their families .... with young ......
Never to forget what 'the world (unarmed) could follow, he could have cried, could not understand during that long week of September ......
That terrible tragedy.
Something that even in the scripts of Hollywood movies could be written .... for the exaggeration, the rush, the inability 'to believe that something like this could be the result of the mind (sick) of a human being .....
So many things change in five years .... but some memories are indelible, like tears, do not end up in the archives ..... and live together with our existence, making us that bitter taste in mouth the fruit of hatred and injustice.
Each of us, watching''The American Flag''could make a lot of thoughts on freedom'..... but definitely looking at the stars and stripes flag, we remember / remind 'unjustified victims of a world that, five years is not' changed.
Hatred exists.
There will be an 'if ever ...... in the eyes of our children are not inculcated with the values \u200b\u200bof justice and fairness', but also tolerance of cohabitation ......
is fighting for some ideal ........ It dies because without a
'.....
September 11, 2001: 2749 dreams, desires, ideas, hands that greet you, you smiling mouths, voices that speak to you, looks you appoggiano li...su Ground Zero, sugli Stati Uniti d'America, sul Mondo intero.
Per non dimenticare.
11 Settembre 2006
Vegas De Laroja
Thursday, August 10, 2006
How To Pick American Lock
Page One: get on a Harley Davidson .... Primorske novice
....find a road. Take a firm grip on the Harley Davidson handlebar. Listen to the welcoming rhythm of a V-Twin resonating beneath your seat. Living a life of legendary proportions isn't any more complicated than that....
You could be anywhere. What's important is the sun warming your back. The wind cooling your chest, The horizon teasing you further down the road. You are settled deep in the midst of the chrome and leather and V-Twin pulse of a Harley Davidson Motorcycle.Up ahead, a church steeple breaks the rolling monotony of the treetops.
Before you know it, a road sign suggests you back off the throttle. Out of the bright sun into a cool canopy of oaks. You glance down to see if you need gas. The needle says keep going. You near the edge of town. A ball game in the front yard stops as you rumble by.....You give the kids a nod. Then it's up through the gears.
You are riding on your own terms. There is plenty of room to breathe. There is no one in the world to tell you where to go except the voice inside.
This is what riders on Harley Davidson have always experienced. In our humble opinion, it's the only way to live.......
from: THE LITTLE HANDBOOK OF LIVING LARGE 2006 
....find a road. Take a firm grip on the Harley Davidson handlebar. Listen to the welcoming rhythm of a V-Twin resonating beneath your seat. Living a life of legendary proportions isn't any more complicated than that....
You could be anywhere. What's important is the sun warming your back. The wind cooling your chest, The horizon teasing you further down the road. You are settled deep in the midst of the chrome and leather and V-Twin pulse of a Harley Davidson Motorcycle.Up ahead, a church steeple breaks the rolling monotony of the treetops.
Before you know it, a road sign suggests you back off the throttle. Out of the bright sun into a cool canopy of oaks. You glance down to see if you need gas. The needle says keep going. You near the edge of town. A ball game in the front yard stops as you rumble by.....You give the kids a nod. Then it's up through the gears.
You are riding on your own terms. There is plenty of room to breathe. There is no one in the world to tell you where to go except the voice inside.
This is what riders on Harley Davidson have always experienced. In our humble opinion, it's the only way to live.......
from: THE LITTLE HANDBOOK OF LIVING LARGE 2006
Friday, June 16, 2006
Pet Teeth Cleaning Sacramento Ca
PRIMORSKO interview .... NOVICE 2005
... me non piace l'insalata no 'i pomodori e neanche il Sapori part Miele anche Perche' son then e cresciuto a Milano .... gia 'la mia vita l'ho un Passat Mon to viziatello zones My father always traveling for work and my mother, a psychologist, working late into the evening co his patients ..... I studied, I played, I had a golden childhood that kids might have a few .... lots of toys for the holidays, many candies, many trips around the world .....
And when school was over for the holidays, I always wanted to come here by his maternal grandparents in Slovenia ..... and so'........
If I start talking about my life (meaning a true life, made of genuine values) begin with the year 1997, when I decided to come and live here in Slovenia, leaving that beautiful-ugly City 'in Milan.
My decision and 'took place in a short time because 'I was tired of the monotonous life, chaotic and disorganized that you can' offer a city 'as big as Milan. I chose to go by his grandmother and be there with you, cultivate new friendships, breathing clean air karst, find a new job ..... also 'cause I previously worked at a U.S. multinational ..... mica could not be without work!
Cosi 'and I decided I was with so many good intentions ..... After almost nine years of stay here I am ..... Slovenian to all intents and purposes, with a good job. I learned the language (ni pravilna !!!), but I got to know these people so 'different but at the same time so' special, good and rather serious ..... I learned to ''Deal''with the Slovenes, to understand them, to comply .... Today is a happy, relaxed with eyes that can see what mature 'around me.
I can find time to take a walk (that 'you did not hardly ever in town').... I can find time to cultivate my passion for vintage cars and my little, big Harley Davidson ..... I can also concentrate and relax, since 'Slovenia and' an emerald green jewel waiting to be discovered, and the people I meet who have the opportunity 'to know me through work, are always very different.
Ljubljana A person is not 'the same as one of Koper ..... Koper and an 'other than one of Murska Sobota ..... and so 'on.
That surprises me, nowadays, and still do not understand, and 'how ever there are people who hate the world .... I got to know people Serbian, Croatian and Albanian also .... Bhem! People who have a heart of gold and an intellect!
Why 'many despise because of ethnicity?
not feel like going on politically, but ...... you might think about seeing a person like me, who takes it and walks away from 'arrives in Slovenia and Italy, without knowing the language, culture, traditions, customs and can understand and respect ......
If I can change and have changed enough, even though I consider myself an Italian, European, 'cause I like others of my generation Possoni not change?
You, a friend who read these lines will seem 'strange, but I wanted to write my thoughts about this wonderful and sweet life that I spend on this earth made of perfumes, colors and people are so' special ... . from my neighbor last person I met yesterday .... there 's always a spell that binds these people .... ordinary people, who smile at you when there' to smile and hold you strong if a 'when there are sad things .....
Son lucky to be surrounded by people who love me and this' very important because many people who are friends today, yesterday they were ready to help me and helped me .... such as Vesna, Perina, Loredana, Rudi, Nada, Darko ...... but above all a person that I have never given up in my decisions, choices ...... my mom!
Who wants to see me or know me for who I am, can 'do it .... my house free and' open to all those Who wish to chat .... if not wait until I found 'you hear the''sound''of a Harley Davidson or the mutterings of an old timer ..... means I'm coming back ......
A. ... I forgot!
... I do not like the salad 'tomatoes, let alone the taste of honey .....
... me non piace l'insalata no 'i pomodori e neanche il Sapori part Miele anche Perche' son then e cresciuto a Milano .... gia 'la mia vita l'ho un Passat Mon to viziatello zones My father always traveling for work and my mother, a psychologist, working late into the evening co his patients ..... I studied, I played, I had a golden childhood that kids might have a few .... lots of toys for the holidays, many candies, many trips around the world .....
And when school was over for the holidays, I always wanted to come here by his maternal grandparents in Slovenia ..... and so'........
If I start talking about my life (meaning a true life, made of genuine values) begin with the year 1997, when I decided to come and live here in Slovenia, leaving that beautiful-ugly City 'in Milan.
My decision and 'took place in a short time because 'I was tired of the monotonous life, chaotic and disorganized that you can' offer a city 'as big as Milan. I chose to go by his grandmother and be there with you, cultivate new friendships, breathing clean air karst, find a new job ..... also 'cause I previously worked at a U.S. multinational ..... mica could not be without work!
Cosi 'and I decided I was with so many good intentions ..... After almost nine years of stay here I am ..... Slovenian to all intents and purposes, with a good job. I learned the language (ni pravilna !!!), but I got to know these people so 'different but at the same time so' special, good and rather serious ..... I learned to ''Deal''with the Slovenes, to understand them, to comply .... Today is a happy, relaxed with eyes that can see what mature 'around me.
I can find time to take a walk (that 'you did not hardly ever in town').... I can find time to cultivate my passion for vintage cars and my little, big Harley Davidson ..... I can also concentrate and relax, since 'Slovenia and' an emerald green jewel waiting to be discovered, and the people I meet who have the opportunity 'to know me through work, are always very different.
Ljubljana A person is not 'the same as one of Koper ..... Koper and an 'other than one of Murska Sobota ..... and so 'on.
That surprises me, nowadays, and still do not understand, and 'how ever there are people who hate the world .... I got to know people Serbian, Croatian and Albanian also .... Bhem! People who have a heart of gold and an intellect!
Why 'many despise because of ethnicity?
not feel like going on politically, but ...... you might think about seeing a person like me, who takes it and walks away from 'arrives in Slovenia and Italy, without knowing the language, culture, traditions, customs and can understand and respect ......
If I can change and have changed enough, even though I consider myself an Italian, European, 'cause I like others of my generation Possoni not change?
You, a friend who read these lines will seem 'strange, but I wanted to write my thoughts about this wonderful and sweet life that I spend on this earth made of perfumes, colors and people are so' special ... . from my neighbor last person I met yesterday .... there 's always a spell that binds these people .... ordinary people, who smile at you when there' to smile and hold you strong if a 'when there are sad things .....
Son lucky to be surrounded by people who love me and this' very important because many people who are friends today, yesterday they were ready to help me and helped me .... such as Vesna, Perina, Loredana, Rudi, Nada, Darko ...... but above all a person that I have never given up in my decisions, choices ...... my mom!
Who wants to see me or know me for who I am, can 'do it .... my house free and' open to all those Who wish to chat .... if not wait until I found 'you hear the''sound''of a Harley Davidson or the mutterings of an old timer ..... means I'm coming back ......
A. ... I forgot!
... I do not like the salad 'tomatoes, let alone the taste of honey .....
Why Does My Breath Smell Like Cigarettes
INTERVIEW 2005 - Primorsko Dnevnik 2005
-AVBER- Vegas De Laroja, Oracle grandson of Avber Milas, has moved from Milan to the Karst, where he enjoys the Vintage and Harley Davidson motorcycles.
''I do not like salads without tomatoes and even taste of honey .... Among other things because I was born and raised in Milan. Already I have spent my childhood as .... Validating .....''
father was constantly on mission, a psychologist and mom is busy with svojmi patients. I play and teach. I had a golden childhood, as it may have little children ... lots of toys, fun at birthdays, sweets, travel the world ...
At the end of each school year I am always happy to come on holiday to Slovenia to my grandfather and grandmother ... ''Tells its story so far 30-year VEGAS DE LAROJA, which was seven years ago decided to come to live permanently in the Karst Avber.
feels Slovenes in all respects. The work performed as Kommercialist g in the transport company Gatis Company Ltd. in the near Gorica, is satisfied. Director Ivan
Lemut told him good job researching the markets in Spain, France and Italy, while enjoying it.
Vegas is not only fluent in all three languages, but also anglčeščino that the mother tongue, not to speak.
''Sometimes me give a walk. This is something the city I almost never do. I like that Can I take time for themselves or konjčke. great passions, such as vintage cars and Harley Davidson motorcycles. My secret love are also Harley Davidson, which give me a sense of freedom and relaxing-it view of nature. It can be concentrated, relax, because Slovenia is a small, emerald-green pearl, just waiting to discover its beauty.
Unfortunately, all too much noise, noise, and of course the police,''said Vegas, who is a member participates Divača Balille many relijev with svojm volkwagnom of 1964 and ten years younger Alpha Romeo. Enjoys playing tennis and traveling, but every moment of time reserved for Harley Davidson.
When it rains, and must remain at home, motorcycle and outboard the garage and you less time in different ways. ''I am editing rooms and already some time thinking about how the restored part of the house, which is in need of renovation. It is for this joy, and impressions of many trips I have already arranged two rooms. First. in which sleep is called THE HARLEY DAVIDSON ROOM. The walls of the rooms are identical to those in the factory, which manufactures engines that mark. They hang from old photographs of models of engines that have written history, and a lot of things that are related to the engines.
Another room, called the Lighthouse GUEST ROOM, is regulated as a typical Irish cottage fishers and is full of pictures with marine motifs, fishing nets, which hang from the ceiling, lanterns and lamps. Above Ireland is the country I am particularly impressed. The room is equipped with furniture made of dark wood, a special atmosphere that makes the wood burner that heats the room in winter,''says the Vegas of the room, which occupies an important place in his heart.
Something that continues to surprise and can not understand, this is why people hate the world.
''I had a chance to meet people of Serbian, Croatian, Albanian and other nationalities and they were all beautiful, intelligent, kind-hearted. Why is so much inter-ethnic hatred? Well, I do not want to redirect the conversation to politics, but ... What can I do that I came from Italy to Slovenia, I understand and respect people of other nationalities?
nekaterj Why can not afford?
If I could change and believe that I have changed quite a bit, then why other representatives of my generation can not ?.... ''Is concerned about tomorrow asking Vegas, who has learned the Slovenian language, learn about the habits of people who have it initially seemed so different, special and serious. Since learned to live with us, we respect and understand.
Today is a happy and relaxed man who is capable adult and positive look at the world around them. He loves animals and his love shows with four dogs and cats, zajčku, etc..
surrounded by prijiatelji by the they love, such as VESNA, ANA, Loredana, Andrew, Matthew, RUDI, DARKO, NADA, VALENTINO ..... especially one person who has always supported and stood by him, it's his mom.
Whoever wants to visit, says that the door of his home in Avber on h. No.11 (where his grandmother lived Oracle Milas) is always open for those who would like a little chat. If you are not home, wait until you hear thunder Harley Davidson or old timer, because it means that there is. 
-AVBER- Vegas De Laroja, Oracle grandson of Avber Milas, has moved from Milan to the Karst, where he enjoys the Vintage and Harley Davidson motorcycles.
''I do not like salads without tomatoes and even taste of honey .... Among other things because I was born and raised in Milan. Already I have spent my childhood as .... Validating .....''
father was constantly on mission, a psychologist and mom is busy with svojmi patients. I play and teach. I had a golden childhood, as it may have little children ... lots of toys, fun at birthdays, sweets, travel the world ...
At the end of each school year I am always happy to come on holiday to Slovenia to my grandfather and grandmother ... ''Tells its story so far 30-year VEGAS DE LAROJA, which was seven years ago decided to come to live permanently in the Karst Avber.
feels Slovenes in all respects. The work performed as Kommercialist g in the transport company Gatis Company Ltd. in the near Gorica, is satisfied. Director Ivan
Lemut told him good job researching the markets in Spain, France and Italy, while enjoying it.
Vegas is not only fluent in all three languages, but also anglčeščino that the mother tongue, not to speak.
''Sometimes me give a walk. This is something the city I almost never do. I like that Can I take time for themselves or konjčke. great passions, such as vintage cars and Harley Davidson motorcycles. My secret love are also Harley Davidson, which give me a sense of freedom and relaxing-it view of nature. It can be concentrated, relax, because Slovenia is a small, emerald-green pearl, just waiting to discover its beauty.
Unfortunately, all too much noise, noise, and of course the police,''said Vegas, who is a member participates Divača Balille many relijev with svojm volkwagnom of 1964 and ten years younger Alpha Romeo. Enjoys playing tennis and traveling, but every moment of time reserved for Harley Davidson.
When it rains, and must remain at home, motorcycle and outboard the garage and you less time in different ways. ''I am editing rooms and already some time thinking about how the restored part of the house, which is in need of renovation. It is for this joy, and impressions of many trips I have already arranged two rooms. First. in which sleep is called THE HARLEY DAVIDSON ROOM. The walls of the rooms are identical to those in the factory, which manufactures engines that mark. They hang from old photographs of models of engines that have written history, and a lot of things that are related to the engines.
Another room, called the Lighthouse GUEST ROOM, is regulated as a typical Irish cottage fishers and is full of pictures with marine motifs, fishing nets, which hang from the ceiling, lanterns and lamps. Above Ireland is the country I am particularly impressed. The room is equipped with furniture made of dark wood, a special atmosphere that makes the wood burner that heats the room in winter,''says the Vegas of the room, which occupies an important place in his heart.
Something that continues to surprise and can not understand, this is why people hate the world.
''I had a chance to meet people of Serbian, Croatian, Albanian and other nationalities and they were all beautiful, intelligent, kind-hearted. Why is so much inter-ethnic hatred? Well, I do not want to redirect the conversation to politics, but ... What can I do that I came from Italy to Slovenia, I understand and respect people of other nationalities?
nekaterj Why can not afford?
If I could change and believe that I have changed quite a bit, then why other representatives of my generation can not ?.... ''Is concerned about tomorrow asking Vegas, who has learned the Slovenian language, learn about the habits of people who have it initially seemed so different, special and serious. Since learned to live with us, we respect and understand.
Today is a happy and relaxed man who is capable adult and positive look at the world around them. He loves animals and his love shows with four dogs and cats, zajčku, etc..
surrounded by prijiatelji by the they love, such as VESNA, ANA, Loredana, Andrew, Matthew, RUDI, DARKO, NADA, VALENTINO ..... especially one person who has always supported and stood by him, it's his mom.
Whoever wants to visit, says that the door of his home in Avber on h. No.11 (where his grandmother lived Oracle Milas) is always open for those who would like a little chat. If you are not home, wait until you hear thunder Harley Davidson or old timer, because it means that there is.
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