Sunday, February 27, 2011

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I Wonder Should I Get Up And Fix Myself A Drink



I have problems falling asleep in the sense that just will not sleep until the morning if I have special obligations. Last night I decided to turn off the lights at 7. Maybe I should say this morning.
Anyway, I could not sleep, and not just dawn for a long, but I also heard the first bell, and I still did not sleep. But with eyes closed, him into slumber, I continued to think and rethink and I could think of only a darkened room, the scent of oil and a stranger staring at me. And I kept saying "You do not have to stop doing that. I will feel to be back a whole person and harmonious if you continue. You must do it, and I feel to finally be in place and have solved all the problems that stop me. You farlo per tutte quelle sere in cui avrei dovuto essere baciata, e devi farlo anche per quella scena avvenuta in questa stanza che ogni tanto non mi fa dormire anche se non sono mai tornata sui miei passi. Anche se sono rimasta di pietra e non ho avuto nemmeno un ripensamento e sapevo  di far bene. E anche per tutte le volte che non sono stata ascoltata. Per quella sera sul prato con una coperta che lei non ha voluto starmi a sentire. E per quando in quel bar pieno di fumo mi ha detto "Lo so che ti fa soffrire quella storia e mi chiedevo quando l'avresti detto". E anche per il mio karma e per quegli scalini. E per tutti quelli che non hanno voluto mai sapere la mia opinione, per tutti quelli che mi hanno parlato a casaccio senza dirmi che la mia ragionevolezza would be vital. For all those times when I was uncomfortable because it aside, and even when someone has stopped talking because he was too terrified to do so, and all the moments of ecstasy and peace of mind that I have held for me, right in the morn 'winter, listening to opera arias, and deleting messages that are already written and submitted because they had never read. And even when I was sincere and I do not come at all, but in the meantime I had done for me and that was enough. By that time she came here and I knew I was not having to rely on, and his acts of evil that I brook alone, and my sincere full of hate and revenge for pointing out the reality to those who me the ask and then he spoke little, and for talking too much, and had confused the coincidence with fate. "
Then I slept. But no one ever bring back the balance in his bewildered mind until you have lived in 'deep blue.

Saturday, February 26, 2011

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Vince Fine Gael, laburisti tentati dalla coalizione

Ireland celebrated by Celtic and made electoral version of the "day of anger" trimming a blow to the system of political and economic power for 14 straight years by the ruling party Fianna Fail, which with its complicity with investors irresponsible bankers and real estate has brought the country to economic collapse and humiliation of the rescue loan of the International Monetary Fund and European Central Bank.
According to partial data that emerge from peer reviews of the first preferences (in Ireland's voters can express up to eight in order of rating) made available late on Tuesday for the Republican party Fianna Fail, promises the worst outcome of a story that began back in 1927. The party of Prime Minister Brian Cowen, who has decided not to return to avoid humiliation, according to projections obtained approximately 17% of the votes: one third of the result obtained in the last national elections in 2007.
A win is especially the cousins \u200b\u200bof the centrist Fine Gael that Fianna Fail have monopolized the political scene in Ireland. With 36% of the votes becomes the party of the training project its leader, Enda Kenny so the post of prime minister. Celebrating the results Kenny has promised to form a "strong government of the people and for the people accusing Fianna Fail to have broken the bond of trust between citizens and institutions.
But to have a majority in parliament Fine Gael, which is affiliated to the Brussels European People's Party will almost certainly come to terms with Labour's Eamon Gilmore, traditionally very weak in the land of Ireland, but this time mark a record for winning 20% \u200b\u200bof the votes . The alternative would be to look for the Fine Gael votes among Independents. But this option is considered too expensive and unreliable.
The elections also saw a great affirmation of Sinn Fein Gerry Adams, who looks set to exceed the threshold of 10% and gaining seats outside its traditional strongholds on the border with Northern Ireland. Suffering from the Greens are paying the participation in government with Fianna Fail consensus halved 2%. One of the most significant of these elections is then the great number of first preferences went to independent candidates and smaller parties, which together deliver 15% share. Among these candidates, the center-right that you wanted to affiliate with the Fianna Fiala seen as "party-toxic ', but also representatives of small leftist parties, the Socialist Party and People Before Profit to allies in the coalition United Left Alliance would be able to earn well 7 seats in the Dail, the lower house of the Irish parliament.
The night has already begun contacts between Fine Gael and Labour to form a coalition government. But between Labour and Fine Gael will not be easy to file the differences that emerged during the election campaign and before all the way to handle the 85 billion loan from IMF and Central Bank to which the Dublin government has had to bend in November last year to avoid triggering a currency crisis in Europe. The Labour leader
Gilmore wants it to be adjusted rate of interest on the part of the loan made available by officials in Frankfurt, which was set to a "punitive" 5.8%, almost one percentage point more than the loan granted to Greece. But it also wants a slower repayment plan on the deficit, compared to that incurred by the Fine Gael wants to agree to the heavy demands of Brussels to reduce it to 3% by 2014. So the result of the elections in Ireland and the conditions imposed by Labour for enter the government will only issue of concern in the German Chancellor Angela Merkel terrified by the prospect of an Ireland reluctant to the wishes of Brussels and attempted to risfoderare the threat of insolvency in order to obtain more favorable terms.

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Vendetta elettorale contro il Fianna Fail

Today I made two connections via Skype to talk with Rainews 24
Irish election which saw a historic setback for the ruling party Fianna Fail accused of responsibility 'for the junk mortgage crisis that has sent the country to collapse statement.

Friday, February 25, 2011

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Sometimes it lasts in love, sometimes it hurts instead

refused to give any cost of any serious fashion, remain firmly focused on the fact that like any other artistic creation is short-lived like a butterfly and all the judgments we must based on individual taste and therefore no one has the right to stand as the champion of justice is considered the only healthy carrier of glamorous (which nemmeno è sinonimo non dico di eleganza, ma nemmeno di bellezza), guardando con sprezzo i poveri mortali che non sanno quello che fanno, detto tutto questo, ho sempre cercato di farmi un'idea e ho sempre sperato di essere una persona con buon gusto.
Per quello che ne so, e per come lo sfrutto, il buon gusto è la capacità personale di esaltare le doti delle parti e giungere a una composizione che oltre alla bellezza dei suoi elementi brilla di un something more.
Nel campo della moda, della pittura, della scultura, della musica, della cucina, della letteratura, ci si può informare, si possono conoscere tecniche e stratagemmi, si può conoscere la storia della disciplina, one can recognize the quality of materials, but eventually everyone has to put the clothes they like, hang the paintings at home that affect eating the food that goes, listen to the songs that inspired him the most and read what thrills him.
With this I just want to affirm the importance of culture in the selection, and the total freedom that is subject to any decisions.
In fact, especially when you inform me of fashion, I read magazines, watch fashion shows and photo, I speak mostly based on "what would suit me? What I like? Me what gives? Turn ons?". And this summer I like women proud of Vuitton, with the dark lipstick and combed years 30, with make-up and decided to sober up and determined, because that is how I aspire to be.
Cutlery but brilliant, but solid, dressed in soft fabrics, delicate but not happy, optimistic but not naive, safe on their own feet, but not blatant, women who know how the world but without malice in their actions.









All photos are taken by here.

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Le torte cremose e l'essere: riflessione sulla solitudine.




The creamy pies sickened me, disgust me, I repel. The cakes are nasty creamy, dense, banal, not the typical sweet of course but like anyway. No. The cakes are creamy repulsive.

Today in the setting sun, here, I thought about how nice it would be the school during the afternoon. I mean, yes, feeling alone in a place so big desert. And it's paradoxical, I say. The world's largest school, in the same desert modo quando ci si sente soli; però, boom, sembra più un lercio monolocale dall'affitto esoso. Ma esser soli è forse bello? Certo, non sentirsi contraddetti, pieni poteri (su chi, poi?), propria legge, volontà rispettate ( è forse possibile andar contro la propria volontà? Volontà, voglia, passioni: stoici o epicurei? C'è qualcuno disposto, forse, a sacrificare le proprie volontà per cosa, poi? Dove cazzo voglio arrivare?). Esser soli è non avere al proprio fianco nessuno; essere soli è essere nessuno? Dico, bisogna avere la consapevolezza d'essere per essere, essendo soli come si fa ad ottenerla? Con una compagnia che è, si raggiunge la facoltà d'esser perché, empiricist, you find royalty stardard. There are standard fees, then we are all equal. All those who, if we feel alone? We feel alone but we are surrounded: it can be truly alone? Ah, the lament that litany. Here's the unreasonable purity of a script that is nothing, how unreasonable is when they started to accept more acres unripe fruits in preference to those ripe, juicy and experts. And do not feel alone? Opposed to just-because, in my opinion, there-Being part of something, something exciting, underwear, electrifying. Feeling cake creamy- no - or a tiny cell for a cooperating body of poetry, harmonious, perfetto. Bello. O no.

Ad ogni modo, questo post è zeppo di frasi sconnesse in nome d'un processo creativo disturbato dalle interferenze d'una scomoda discussione-che sto avendo con me stesso-vestita di dubbi, incertezze.

Thursday, February 24, 2011

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Simpatica autoanalisi in una notte tormentata [ovvero - qui lo dico e qui lo nego - sole, cuore e amore]






Quali blog leggo? Quelli in cui la gente parla di sé, in cui smadonna, in cui racconta, si incazza, diventa anche volgare, ci mette del suo, is sad and very rarely is euphoric, euphoric because people are not writing on a blog. However, I read them like books, with confidence.
What I do not read? Those blogs where people are unmoved and criteria.
What the fuck, but why are so confused and sterile, flat and cold colors even when I speak of my affairs? Read or is an obligation, or is torture. When someone will know it is a pleasure probably cry and feel to be finished in the arms of my destiny.
Why do I behave well then? Obviously I do not know I guess because they are so generally .
are the classic silent bitch that always speaks for itself, but all are what makes decisions, that judges, said, bluntly: I have my opinion, because damn I should not shout it and expose it as a banner? They are silent but one that is exposed. Do not cry, do not talk about feelings, I never say the words "spirit" of "love" or "soul" is not in a pejorative or ironic, I do not get emotional, do not caress the puppies, wary of children, distrust of the good, I like arrogance, people are not used to trust me that feels like a real person and testing, and in fact sucks to me imagine it.
I or me angry, or are gay or are offended or outraged are not sufficient.
My shades are few in the eyes of those who look at me, and I do not do anything because it is not.
Well, in short, I act stupidly, but that's okay. Let my moments of ecstasy unnoticed. Let it when I feel proud, proud, happy, harmonious, cosmic, arrogant, doubtful, thoughtful, unhappy, hopeless everything is not considered. Let's do this, so I would not be happy the bird in the zoo of life. For the sake of the contract I have to do with the murderous panther face full of blood? I have to make the panther and meet only spineless, spineless that must run or die pierced? And then I will be one that does not turn then eter.

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

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Ho messo a riciclo la mia collezione di Bacardi.






my opportunities adolescent desires, whereby a few summers ago in a modest collection of bottles of Bacardi, bring home after a short evening Cinderella.

So, put on a shelf of, magnets for dust, Flaunt were effective for the memory of anything. None of those evenings because degrading licentiousness, safe anonymity of a fake, they did nothing but slow me down, take out your wallet, provoke illusory nirvana.
Here, take dall'irrefrenabile desire not to study physics, I decided to get rid of the dirty shelf of memories. Bottles in hand, knife, separate envelopes and down in the garden.

The water of the fountain was frozen, but the comfort provocatomi scrape off the bottle by the colored paper recalled the comfort provocatomi scrape off the signs of a false emancipation, corrupt, from rum and fruit juice, emancipazione non avvenuta perché non doveva avvenire, perché sarebbe stata inopportuna, prematura.

Prima si bagna la carta, dopo si raschia via.

Non per rinnegare o dimenticare, volevo solo metter da parte quel piccolo pezzo del mio grande nulla.
Rientrato, ho aspettato con soddisfazione ch'una consapevole acqua calda facesse si che le mie gelide mani riprendessero a funzionare.

Sospetto un'insufficienza in fisica, ad ogni modo.

Monday, February 21, 2011

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La Pera Non Entra Nel Cestino: Farneticazioni sulla Sproporzione

The listening room - Magritte
the giantess - Magritte




I like? The disproportion. What is fascinating? The disproportion.
The disproportion between the two sides of a set is a violent push to equilibrium, is a rape to the overall harmony. See the giant, with the features notes of Magritte's wife, enthroned that fills the room, naked as the Veritas, and crushes the man, dressed in the back, tiny. We see clearly that the room, the world is built to measure Gigante.
In my personal culture, Magritte, is the winner of the disproportion. Engage enormous struggles between elements, not only making them interact strangely (broken glass that breaking the image behind them, heaven in a bottle, mirrors that reflect the reverse of the object), but also exaggerates the size or squeezing it, reducing it. ;
My first rational composition, choice, wanted, was called La Pera Non Entra Nel Cestino , e fu il mio primo schizzo non casuale. La pera troppo grande per entrare nel cestino da pic-nic era il mio grido contro i pezzi del mosaico che non si incastrano, contro gli eventi al di là di ogni previsione, quelle circostanze esagerate e odiose che sconvolgono i piani. Questo probabilmente è anche il senso delle opere di Magritte: rose e mele che da sole riempiono una stanza dove non passerebbe un filo d'aria, e che eppure è chiamata la Camera dell'Ascolto . 

But what is there to listen?

Opposites, opposites, the white that shines in black and black to darken it makes sense only in white, that smile of the Cheshire Cat vanishes and reappears, Venus enormous and smiling, white rabbits that appear from nowhere. And it is a pleasure to meet the unexpected, then, at least until we have an irony not enough to be crushed.




Bride on Red Rooster - Chagall


Venus of Urbino - Titian
&
The Letter - Botero

Saturday, February 19, 2011

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Addio Vecchio Welfare

"We will work out cheaper for the poorest sectors of the population." This is the promise made by Conservative leader David Cameron and the Minister Ian Duncan Smith's work by presenting a welfare reform that both have called "unprecedented" by the show's retro Toynbee Hall in the East End of London. There could be more daring location as a backdrop to cameroniane promises not to kill but to make the welfare "more responsible", despite the substance of a reform of wedge cuts that reflect the desire to present recipients of government grants on freeloaders: Useful scapegoats roofs lean against the liability to which the economic crisis.

Toynbee Hall was created in the early twentieth century by the philanthropists of the "settlement movement" who wanted to alleviate the social problems of the poor. And here began to do his career, William Beveridge, il politico laburista (e poi liberale) che disegnò il modello del moderno stato sociale inglese, che negli anni successivi ha ispirato le altre socialdemocrazie europee. Ai tanti contributi
ideati a suo tempo da Beveridge, per garantire uno standard minimo di vita «al di sotto del quale nessuno dovrebbe essere lasciato cadere» ora il governo di coalizione Lib-Con vuole sostituire un «credito universale». L’obiettivo sbandierato da Cameron è in apparenza ragionevole: semplificare
il sistema, (cosa su cui a destra e a sinistra in molti sono d’accordo), ma pure incentivare chi oggi vive a carico della collettività a tornare sul mercato del lavoro. Il tutto nel solco di un conservatorismo compassionevole, who wants to make out the Big Government, or the 'nanny state', to make way for a large company, inspired by a "culture of responsibility." "I refuse to believe that
5 million people are inherently lazy and unwilling to improve themselves and their families" - said primoministro.

The problem is that of practical help to find a job you have never seen a shadow, all the more worrying at a time when the private sector is in retreat, with GDP that has made reversing the last quarter . Behind the facade hides the declarations of the substance of un'assalto social spending. One and a half million families will reduce
their revenue as a result of the reform will enter into force in October 2013. Rock will set a limit to the contributions total of 26,000 pounds per household, a measure that will affect 50,000 households. To be targeted by the three million Britons who receive aid for a disability will be reduced by 20 percent. The government believes that
are too many and they're growing too quickly. It cuts to rain will also affect the contributions for the home and families with children. The reductions in contributions are accompanied by a crackdown on who gets contributions without having the right, with fines of 350 pounds for
who gets caught and suspended contributions to those who persevere in defrauding the state. To truly gain from the new reform plan would be only 100,000 families, according to analysts, the 40% most disadvantaged, which could see the state contributions increased to £ 4,000 a year.

The raid against the most vulnerable of the population and launched by Cameron Smith would bring in the treasury 5.5 billion over the next few years. Allocate money to the slaughter of the deficit at a time when the real emergency is not the government accounts, but the economy still
pole and an unemployment rate that continues to increase. The ranks of jobless are designed to swell in the coming months, when they get letters for dismissal by the local authorities to cope with severe budget cuts. It is estimated that in the coming years
half a million government workers will lose their jobs as a result of political blood and tears of the Cameron government. And despite the close of the contributions, according to some analysts, social spending could skyrocket to the influx of new wave of unemployed
that despite the fine words of Cameron will be difficult not to live at the expense of the state.

Thursday, February 17, 2011

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SANREMOPATIA: ma chi è patetico sa di esserlo?


You know when Enrico Ruggeri Roaring recited a song from Tatangelo Cabello? No? Then let a culture sociomusicale!
So for a week, I turned into a frenetic monster, investigating a car, the days of hallucinogenic study lasted until the morning, I saw the sunrise over again, listening to Casta Diva, thinking about what has sweet solitude and reading, underlining, shown, summing up.
I'm not leaving the house for days, I immersed myself completely in the surreal examination to prepare, but there is one thing that I have not given up: Sanremo .

If you are fond of inflated festivals in Italy, if you can not force you to tear yourself away from the trash and magnetizing of television, if you suspect you bypassed air churning predictions which have not felt the need , you found a life partner ready to bring in black and white because Sanremo is so wrong!
For my part I say it's terrible because you can not believe. It is possible that the 61st edition are still there to make the rhyme heart-love, it is possible that the public wants this and is willing to PAY for it!
Quindi aggiungerò solo i momenti più toccanti di questa storia, confessando che in fin dei conti mi appassiono anch’io alla decadenza della razza umana.

Parliamo del fatto che Barbarossa si è portato una tizia vestita come una escort a gorgheggiare a casaccio?
Parliamo di Anna Oxa che dice: “ questo posto è un assurdo deserto / in un fitto mercato rionale ”?
E la Ferreri che è diventata improvvisamente un’adolescente ribelle che scrive sulla Smemoranda: " il nostro cuore fuorilegge / spara colpi di dolore "  mentre ancheggia strizzata in un abitino che le scopre l’ombelico?
Mi sento di aggiungere una riflessione su Emma e i Modà, che in quanto a immaginazione e agilità poetica mi ricordano la pubblicità della pizza Ristorante , la stessa pubblicità da 15 anni dove due rincoglioniti mangiano una pizza secca sulle note ROMANTICISSIME di La donna è mobile! E questa è la candidata all’oro , ci credereste? Tutto ciò è stralunante!
Qualcuno dica a Pezzali che ormai è leaving its nineteen , and is no longer appropriate to make songs where he talks about the difficulties of growing up, the hardships of having a scooter lame, the fun of shocking LOST going to a party because the youth is beautiful! Treasury are not credible!
is not credible that even the Tatangelo probably turned to the same body shop Patty Pravo, which is made up like the elegant madam of a brothel in the suburbs, and speaks of painful experiences lived on his skin, loves hard and bloody, but as we imagine Baudelaire drinking an absinthe probably her was referring to her boyfriend in high school that the party of the school has tart rice and veal with his friends on that dancing asunder. It is as if the Zanicchi sing a song about the hard life in the ghetto, damn.
conclude by asking you a minute of silence for Amanda, who is now free as a comma.

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Second of art


Elizabethan England, which represented just like the phoenix, rises.
A myth, what gave rise to the Trojan War, re-evaluated.
Three goddesses defeated, humiliated, bent to the will of a queen who, with eyes enough, the bubble keeps royal allegory of a golden apple which caused wars and sorrows.
A child, naked, winged, guardian of a bloody invulnerability to the treacherous passions.
THE woman at the top of the stairs, top competitor to the divine, that shaped the destiny of an illustrious history.

HE, Elizabeth I and the three Goddesses (1569)

Monday, February 14, 2011

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Art For Art's Sake



pencil sketch by Gustav Klimt in blood.
Two women embrace in a moment of weakness, the peace of the senses.
Their bodies are broken down and relax, but because they are beautiful and curvy are elegant and pleasing. They convey the softness of the cushions, the pleasure of sleeping naked nell'afa late summer, the mental and physical exhaustion when it was embroiled in a love-leech.

There is no message; only the intensity of the pleasure of watching from the lock when a woman undresses, dissolves the hair and feels liquid heat filled with a thick as honey.

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Il vero immortale è l'amor.*

This post will not be just another cynical disprezzante. The authors of this blog feel great respect and compassion towards those who, in the nonsense that is this event, still believes.

Falling in love is a bright ball of tangled emotions are dictated by factors bio-psycho-sociological, which are used to play with passion kittens.
Today, February 14, here, is Valentine's Day, the day Those kittens fornicate more after having exchanged gifts with diabetes because someone has decided that today had to do it.
But we really need for this event which is perhaps a bit 'malpractice? I mean, it will be the fault of unscrupulous mercenaries who have sold and inflated the purity of a feeling so practiced making trivial and commonly hated, but perhaps a bit we 'fools we are. We need hearts, lascivious phrases, beautiful roses, love must be sweet.
Why?!
I do not like sweet things.
Love is beautiful, dizzying, intoxicating, immortal.
sing in praise of love for ideas, for real, for the moment, for life, for the people who matter
because love is beautiful, dizzying, intoxicating, immortal.
you scratch, you marks for the time being and the infinite.
Love is understanding, not crazy rational.
And to you, you who practice love lewd, vulgar, licentious: you tolerate.
you tolerate, happy grazing on the hills of 'illusory unconsciousness.

* Carducci.

Thursday, February 10, 2011

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Tolkien & Il Paradiso dei Bravi Cagnolini

"Where are we going then?" Asked Roverandom .
"Follow the trail of the moon to the edge of the world and then get over it and climb to the moon " .


do not know if Tolkien while telling this story golden knew he was a jeweler with a cameo in his hand. I guess the genius carry with itself a certain unconsciousness.
A puppy tin lost: so comes this gem, on a sunny afternoon on the beach, when Michael Hilary Reuel Tolkien forget his favorite game on the sand. And that is how life takes an impeccable minute masterpiece, a great come una miniatura, illustrato dall'autore stesso, imbevuto di una delicatezza di acqua di rose, di animali gentili, di stregoni arroganti e di sirene meravigliose .
Roverandom era un cagnolino vero, un tempo, una creaturina che nella sua piccolezza si è macchiato di aver fatto uno sgarro a uno stregone raggrinzito dal sole, un " cucciolotto impertinente ". Con questo delizioso racconto Tolkien in tono dolceamaro insegna a un bimbo l'esistenza degli intrecci del destino, gli insegna a non rassegnarsi ma ad aprire gli occhi sull'esistenza di mondi più ampi, dove gli eventi non sono casuali e le opportunità and coincidences weave a wide plot in which everyone has a space. Important lesson, which does not detach in the great enterprise of his Masterpiece, the Lord of the Rings, which is even more evident that we should not "bark" at anyone, because everyone contributes with a splash to a fresco can not be full compliance. The wise words of Gandalf designed to save more than ungrateful creatures apparently, the lesson of the Great Gull Mew on kindness, parts of a mosaic based polite to ' teaching tolerance.
Roverandom , Lost, is not brought on the Isle of Dogs lost, abandoned by their master, where they grow
" trees bones with succulent fruits that fall from the tree
when ripe "
but on the moon, where he lives so carelessly that one day, while a child's tickling, is cautioned as follows:
"I wake up, if you laugh so hard" .
Roverandom sees the world from up there. They see clearly and, peering from a large telescope, look for the beach where it was forgotten, wondering
'shells or try looking for me? " .
The moon is beautiful, and a white expanse of snow, where they run gray squirrels, woolly sheep, white mice, rabbits fluffiest, and the softness of cotton is soiled only by black spots and teeming with nasty spiders . For the puppy impertinent it's time to run around in tenderness, with a brand-new pair of wings, trying to leave a comfortable bed to be able to call in all respects home. Even the small dog in her heart can feel a great discomfort, and therein lies the genius of Tolkien Blazing : not to attribute great burden and responsibility the Great fighting the real decisive battles, but in offering the right space to small fragments of history, as the young Roverandom , worried about his little master and himself
"I have a pain inside, he said.
I want to go back to the little one, so that his dream may avverars the " . >

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

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La famigerata arte del procrastinare.



That is the art of stalling, unpaid leave of their duties.

paraphrase Baudelaire, a good way to waste time is not in operation. Considered by most as a real philosophy of life, could hypothetically be extremely destructive. Sites offer a diet to get rid of scanned , like a ravenous disease, a 'habit to which we usually addictive. But what we cazzutamente lazy?

I thought before, improvising plastic hair shirt for a flogging that 'm still continuing to procrastinate , anthropological pessimism. Steering a middle course between Machiavelli thoughts and historic reforms, I have come to believe that man is by nature bad . Bad because it continues to delay, to make fun of himself, to be lulled into nothing, remembering the delay of an Alexei Ivanovich, a little 'the alter ego of a hasty Dostoevsky.
No, but I mean, I want to quit LA ? If those
ha fatto la storia (qualcuno l'avrà fatta, eh!) si fosse concesso un simil lusso, voi non potreste esser qui a boccheggiare annoiati.
Basta grattarsi il culo, che diamine!

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

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La gatta di mia zia.






Il fastidio guizza dagli occhi. I miei poveri nervi indolenziti.
La zia ha passato la serata cercando di convincermi, secondo me di convincersi, dell'esistenza reale ed effettiva d'un paradiso per animali:

-"E' che io non posso non pensare che un essere che..."
-"Singhiozzo."
-"...è in grado di capire e di farsi capire, che ha la percezione di sé,..."
-"..."
-"...non abbia un'anima! Ho letto da qualche parte che un qualche organo della chiesa ha stabilito che possano risorgere, che ci ricongiungeremo a loro!"
-"Singhiozzo."
-"Non riesco a capire se stai piangendo o ridendo."

E' colpa del nostro cervello, mi pare d'aver letto, se ricerchiamo nel nulla e nell'altro immagini sensibili e modi d'agire a noi comuni, tanto da sperare addirittura in una resurrezione felina. C'è un Dio felino? I gatti commettono peccati? Inferno e Purgatorio? Nada, eh! Morto un animale domestico non se ne fa un altro, no.

Piangevo.
Quel misero cuore che tanto ha dato, credo, dev'esser lacero dal dolore.

Stronza fino alla fine.