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sometimes fight for the league, you have to be in 4 ... and should be properly commemorated fallen!
honor and glory to the fallen of resistance Oltrepò Padua! C
here takes a great song!

photo .. Battan andrea, aka "Padova"
Multiplied by me
music .. requiem, portishead

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I live in a place where everything that happens
seems to happen by chance
A road through the village
The country is road
None chose to live here
But there is something that holds us
Why although there is no love
sometimes
sometimes there Anything 'other
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take my bike and I start at 3 pm, under an African sun, in the 'hinterland .
take the street that runs alongside the tracks, I keep close to the wall, and go where it takes me the slope of the road. 4 km are slightly down, the asphalt is new, black, soft. second via michelin , by bike, I put about a quarter of an hour.
somewhere are ringing the bells of a church, but it's too hot to believe that someone has had the courage to marry barbarian at this time. will be a funeral ...
I have always traveled this road in the car.
walking is not feasible. Cycling I hope ...
the air is thick and heavy, the silence between a stroke and the other is broken only by the sound of my chain.
but where we go from here?
step close to a dead cat that melts in the sun in the weeds on the roadside. the pungent smell and seems to have attacked on me and on the walls of warehouses and empty gray.
for me is the first time: the first time that I stop believing in planning urban growth of a small industrial suburb ...
with a deposit of forklifts parked outside, which is baking in the sun and the rain in rust universal arrogance. a sawmill. a mechanic. a dealer. manufacture of neon signs. another deposit. next, always the railroad. that pedal and I skimming the tracks, a tear in the wall of shadow that gives me.
between a building and the other there are only the tobacco fields. empty.
are only small pieces of land, and the eye should not go much further: now there are other deposits that mark the end.
is a farmer in a field dressed as a peasant farmer with a hat. among the stropponi tobacco, leans on a pump for irrigation and drinking the black water. slow down, and I imagine the mess that is shaking the worms in his stomach. pass a car, the driver looks at me. I can not cross his eyes through his thick sunglasses. then he pulls straight.
was a moment, so who knows 'thought ...

you ever pray?
because I, I always pray!
that is, after all not to believe in god. But ... I firmly believe that God does not exist.
I firmly believe in the absence of a divine breath, in this small, sunny, confused world.
I firmly believe in the lack of a plan and a purpose in the evolution of the human race and I strongly believe in the randomness of everyday life.
but I always pray!
Please so all is well. Please so, for people who deserve it, life is not hard. and that does less harm, as it hits. Please
so for them, and a little 'for me, everything is easier. sweeter.
and the pain, if it is really necessary, is less fierce. and less cruel.
do not know if you can define exactly as "praying" ...
is more of a general good luck ... an eternal cross your fingers ... a huge, extreme, "good luck" general.
the end, we all know that universe if el desarrollo como que takes ser ... the universe develops, unfolds, as it should be ...
but I pray the same, so for those who deserve it, for some people, those who deserve to still, despite everything, to be saved, this unwind is less violent, less brutal and less messy possible.

photo : multiply me, chapter 12
live from hawaii
music : maximum volume after
"After deluded that eventually I would love

After designing travel Now that you have read my unpublished stories
After having accepted your criticism arbitrary
Now that you have made room in my bed
Now that you have made room in my veins
Now that you saved when I was ready to kill
After taking bites out of my bedroom furniture
not kill you to die unnoticed
After seeing my best lines
After loving you
had confirmation wind to take off the moorings
"

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photo: by yoshi
concept: from Lahaina
loop: Keny Arkana
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C'est l'histoire d'un homme This is the story of a man
graves here of a immeuble de 50 étages. falling from a building of 50 storeys
As and when it falls, Man mano che spent da piano all'altro,
to reassure himself, he repeats it tizio, per rassicurarsi if Ripetta:
"So far, so good." "Fino which tutto bene"
"So far, so good." "Fino which tutto bene"
"So far, so good." "So far so good"
the important Mais, c'est pas chute. But the problem nn is the fall.
C'est l'atterrissage ... E 'landing ...

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0033

off the train.

enough is enough.
if he had not realized I'm not well.
indeed, as Marcellus says wallas , "never been so far from the feel good !"...
off the train.
I broke my dick ... I broke my fucking university me, you, this hot dishes to bring to four pennies, examinations because to do my make sacrifices to pay for my studies, had never a penny in my pocket, money to spend those four I have always and only for drinking and smoking.
I broke your fucking give give give give and never receive anything ...
I broke my fucking this constant lack of balance and justice in the world and my life in particular. I broke my dick.
I broke your fucking always having to stand there and pick up the crumbs of the emotions of people!
and honestly, I have seriously broken the cock that never, nothing, should be easy!
go down the train.
are the 4 in the afternoon in town and are empty and crumbling that smells like gasoline. does a hot lady and the very air I paste it on!
and I do not give absolutely nothing, because I broke my cock!
seeking a pay phone, found one in a corner of a plaza full of dusty rubble . looks like the day after the nuclear disaster, only that there are old people out of the section of the PD who play card games.
they all turn, and I step straight because I broke my dick.
the phone is just right under the one ray of sunshine dazzling red-hot throughout the country, I think ...
throw the phone down, it's so hot that when in contact with the ear skin feel melt. I cling with all my strength and threw in 50 cents . began to beat on the hot buttons.
there were a place, and a moment ... a place and a time that there have been a bit 'of years ago, now ... one place and one time when everything was easy and everything was nice and everything seemed to go forever, just, and only, the right way!
I broke your fucking try to move on, to convince myself that tomorrow will be better.
because the truth is that when you find a shred of happiness, pure and simple you have to keep close with the tooth and nail, because tomorrow will be better.
will not be anything better.
I ended up in a small village in the province of cock caserta , clinging to a public telephone heated by the sun, with the eyes of all the senior citizens of the square pinned on his back.
want to go back to that place and at that time.
want to go back to when everything was beautiful and everything was easy.
Dorothy in the Wizard of oz , clicked his heels and go home.
I tap on the keys card clothing, and his eyes narrowed.
want to cry.
I'd love to cry ... but crying never helped, indeed, has only created problems.
0033 ...
resume my life from the exact spot where I had left!
or at least I try.

no llores hija my
yo no las loses esperansas

not cry, my child, I have not lost hope

ost : victoria, keny Arkana

excuse the moment of killing : tomorrow will be better!
there Please, continue to repeat it.

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i can still remember ...

me awake couch.
was a bit ', which I did not sleep on the couch ...
drink milk and coffee, I light up a cigarette.
was a bit ', which I lit a cigarette in the early morning ...
me a take taste in my mouth. burn my eyes. I just remembered why do not smoke anymore, just awake. the turn out.
I drag myself up to my PC and internet connection of the drip. you are there. and I'm here too. and because, simply do not make a difference between good and evil, between day and night, between happiness and boredom, between indifference and mild, simply, do not try.
I open the job for the exam, and while the processor consumptive pitches trying to upload the files in the most painless way possible, I allow myself a moment to hear the galloping of my heart.
out the window teeming humanity Fernet is already tired, playing their horns and drag the dogs on a leash. inside of me stirs something equally hectic who knows a bit 'of anger and a bit' sad. a bit 'disappointed and a bit' of pain.
but only momentarily, the glow of a ray of sun reflected on the windshield of a passing car that has already gone ...
this heaven and this dirty light gray inflate the air of a film that sticks to the colors and makes them inconsistent. and that is good. does not distinguish so well the green!
big dreams, big plans, big trips, big expectations and big emotions are reserved for great men. and the great women. to small men and small women, it is to wander around in search of balance and happiness that is sometimes a bit 'incomplete ... but can still be beautiful.
I have no idea what it is for the indifferent.
for me this morning, Vincent is putting on Galapagos.
and the feeling of having fought enough for something which I believed.
deep and cruel, and that feeling of accomplishment of which he speaks when he says Guccini

understand that your father is the same,
you'll see a bit 'crazy and a little' wise in spending
always equally scared
fear and courage and the courage to live with the weight that each
led
fear and the courage to say
"I have always tried "

ost:
smashing pumpkins, galapagos
cited:
Guccini, and one day ...
photo:
me @ roma, fountain in the nose of the Ara Pacis
"Long Long Time Ago ... I can still Remembranza ... how That music used to make me smile ..."

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rearrange my bed, smooth the covers with the back of the hand, and I do not think absolutely nothing.
's Unbearable Lightness of Being fills this room and swells the sheets.
the project is finished, the survey is completely layout, the weather is hot, the fridge is full, the house is exquisitely empty and tired, I sides. Forklift pockets
my best sunglasses and I open my best balcony. I let the sun and I walk out.
silence is golden and the fan even on bare skin. solve the problem of my haircut, my God curse the day when I did, with my sister's cat ears.
I fill a sandwich and I uncorked a beer. this afternoon I'll print the portfolio.
I turn to look. I do not face any more.
life sometimes, on a Monday morning can be beautiful.
life sometimes, on Monday morning, even manages to be easy.


folded and his lips returned to the color of the first
I look out and flees as
dawn hours from here and we should greet

there's another day to prepare

I saw only good on the stars
your skin if you come back tomorrow I'll give you those lost
and leave everything to be suspended
until we meet again

music : amon tobin 'n' cujo , cat people

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photo: premise that females like me around, there's the almost industrial quantities here you
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a bit 'less ...

a little 'softer
a bit' less demanding
a bit 'less aggressive
a bit' less cerebral
a bit 'less insecure
a bit' less hysterical
a bit 'less bad
a bit' foul-mouthed
a bit less' less' to Cumpagnia "
a bit 'less insistent
a bit' less coivolta
a bit 'not me ...

a little 'Thank God, please!


're doing bullshit. we're doing both.
but since, as shown by Snoopy, the freedom of a human being ends where another's begins to be human ... You have every right to make a tight. and even if I insisted, they would not.
came a moment today when I realized that it was almost inevitable.
it's time to loosen the strings, and let you go on.
probably I never really had, but I was under the illusion of you in my hand, like a kite up away. convinced me that I needed to feel anchored to the ground.
it as I had of you, to feel the wind.
I did not realize that in the end, you never had, nor look upon me, nor need me ... and so, when the wind came, I simply ripped off.

I still have the strange feeling of unfinished, and the memory of your hands on the nape to Piazza Sant'Anna emptied of all its Polish ... on opening night.
and a post, un4maggio to think of it that is quite a lot 'of time ago, that says
"escape from inside a doorway holding hands, run ... it's almost demeaning in its disarming simplicity. why resist? let it be light!
the stupidity of all this morning I got out of bed in spite of myself, and I realized that the world is colored by shades of green.
simply, today we will see a plus. "

entering the room to put the shoes are tripped in that ugly blue helmet with a sticker that orbit around the floor, a month from now. the third finger of his right foot became blue.
life has a funny way its ironic you back to reality.

photo: notre bar, by chance, thanks to LaPigneri, to be flickr
music: - marta on tubes - old faults -
uncertain because of the color of your eyes
for nights when you smiled at me , kissing
- david lunch - Ghost Of Love -

"Now Lot's wife looked back and became a pillar of salt."

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I never knew if I was your faithful dog incimurrito and, you or I were to me.
For no other: you were an insect myopic blabla lost in high society. They were naive those clever, and did not know them to be your lure: to be seen in the dark and exposed
by your unerring sense, from your bat's radar.
.. montale ..

Tuesday night, out at this shit hole pub Jew, you say many things ... the doppiomaltorossa is an excellent lubricant for the thoughts! Lasorella not talk to me because is convinced that he did wrong, and I woke up this morning with the usual rag in his mouth on Wednesday morning ..
LaFamigghia be protected. the gene sister continues to do his dirty work. go through a threshing machine on an elementary school during the recitation of the end of the year, if necessary. take care of you is a pleasure and an honor.
but is written anywhere that it should be an obligation.
or that everything will be due.

photo .. by in nomine patri (which foss 'paternal overament ') ..
capua underground, in the photo is my mother
music .. Blonde redhead .. the dress