buon fine anno
... This morning I read this phrase of Martin Luther King and me are dedicated to this end of year party and I make it known to the patrons of this site, wishing them a great and glorious future!
"Our lives begin to end the day we are silent in the face of things that count."
Good luck to all!
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
When Do Men Show Herpes
punto vapore
And that's it. And dondoliamoci
And that's it. And dondoliamoci
...
alone
...
like to remember when someone did it for us because it was too small and you could not fall asleep for fear of never wake up.
... I
the doors of the house from sanding and rismaltare, they really do pity
...
... I
the doors of the house from sanding and rismaltare, they really do pity
...
ecchissènefrega
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do not understand why you need to do more things and not other more
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feel like doing nothing, to sleep and maybe dream about something nice
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too many sirens, there are too many sirens fan noise all day
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do not understand why you need to do more things and not other more
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feel like doing nothing, to sleep and maybe dream about something nice
...
too many sirens, there are too many sirens fan noise all day
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uh, the thread is knotted!
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as if there is anything
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as if the past, even the heavy, blocking, painful, had vanished
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non ci si può più lamentare
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il banano ha le foglie larghe, belle, verdi verdi
as if there is anything
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as if the past, even the heavy, blocking, painful, had vanished
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non ci si può più lamentare
...
il banano ha le foglie larghe, belle, verdi verdi
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alle volte mi sento nociva per tutti e sento tutti nocivi
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alle volte mi sento nociva per tutti e sento tutti nocivi
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'ccidenti devo sbrogliare
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e allora ammutolisco e sorrido, anche se la sensazione non è piacevole
...
chissènefrega
...
seguo le linee del banano
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seguo i giochini quotidiani che non sento miei
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queste porte cadranno a pezzi
...
ecchissène!
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posso dire di ricordare un banano?
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e non ricordo chi sono
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tutto è solo presente
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e comunque 'ste porte cadranno a pezzi.
e allora ammutolisco e sorrido, anche se la sensazione non è piacevole
...
chissènefrega
...
seguo le linee del banano
...
seguo i giochini quotidiani che non sento miei
...
queste porte cadranno a pezzi
...
ecchissène!
...
posso dire di ricordare un banano?
...
e non ricordo chi sono
...
tutto è solo presente
...
e comunque 'ste porte cadranno a pezzi.
Saturday, December 6, 2008
How Much Should A Plumber Charge To Fit A Toilet
comizio 4
Sì, sono proprio qui. E voglio dire che è per me un onore, oltre che un onère dovuto dalla antologia che è propria di chi offre il suo lavoro al servizio del prossimo. Nonostante molti degli avversari si stanno coagulando contro di me e le difficoltà spesso mi piegano e non so a che santo riavvolgermi, sono qui. A difendere indefessamente e ripeto INDEFESSAMENTE ciò che è più caro al mio cuore: l'Italia. Come se fosse mia. Non possiamo permetterci di perdere ancora il treno dello sviluppo o peggio ancora essere multati per non aver blaterato il biglietto. E' per questo che è ora che tutti, and I end up in person, offer to take care of a policy that has such strong moral basis of a questionnaire that can get rid of everything that is not honest, and that brings with it neither nor fandezze crap. Of course, none can claim a holy dung, but that does not mean that we can work together to make our country the richest Arabs castrated! We can not exhumed from work and even when it is missing, it is no use crying over latte! We must pursue relentlessly and tirelessly repeat the flag of progress, at any cost! Of course, the eye should be on his side ... and make good our commitment will be for women who are the doves of humanity!
For this I turn to you ... no, not you ... you ... ninth ... behind ... you ... you get out! ... you you ... Maronna ... next ... no, you! ... still behind ... yes, no ... umff ... see up close, but from a distance are a bit 'lesbian ... no, you! ... one without a mustache ... I say to you ... with the sweater ... I turn to you ... right ... to the right ... no, more ... behind ... fuck! Well, I'm busy! Here I end and good things! ... What people gnorante!
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Can You Join The Army With A Lazy Eye
i testimoni
was from her husband was dead when he had discovered nothing. As if the smell di un uomo intorno a sé avesse negli anni coperto, sino a divorarla, la sua essenza. Si era aggrappata al dolore della perdita per darsi dei confini con cui avrebbe sperato finire i suoi giorni, senza troppo pensarci. Tutti gli anni passati a vivere il silenzio indecifrabile di un uomo, avevano assunto in lei una filosofia piena di significato. Tutto il non detto che nel tempo era divenuto la propria infelicità era adesso un aver detto troppo, tanto, tutto. E il pensiero la soddisfaceva. Come se fosse l’unica detentrice di un non comunicabile da comunicare attraverso ammiccamenti segreti a chi ancora sapeva guardarla. Improvvisamente, però, la solitudine colorò di vecchiaia la sua età. Di botto e repentinamente si ritrovò ferma e senza no future. As if she was given a small station just stop. Often thought that the only thing he could still taste the sacred that was lurking in the countryside, trees and plants, children. This was an unconscious and natural way. As if the instinct to take her alive, against all reasonable understanding, to appreciate the vice of harassing and bullying the world to continue to live despite the futility of their historic seasons. But going in this afternoon walk through moments of the sunset, there was something I was screaming with rage. An unusual and rationally inexplicable rage that, as the water can reach the sea flowing while encountering resistance and obstacles, so it arrived at its destination almost in surprise. He hit the witnesses and neighbors around his story, hurt "those" who had followed the story in spite of themselves, and that, by their presence, could call into question the current direction. Witness unaware of a threat to underground and together with a sense of guilt. They had reserved a life of jealousy, which was the only trace is a possibility of love. Still rebellious emotion, still ill-directed to a bereavement.
was from her husband was dead when he had discovered nothing. As if the smell di un uomo intorno a sé avesse negli anni coperto, sino a divorarla, la sua essenza. Si era aggrappata al dolore della perdita per darsi dei confini con cui avrebbe sperato finire i suoi giorni, senza troppo pensarci. Tutti gli anni passati a vivere il silenzio indecifrabile di un uomo, avevano assunto in lei una filosofia piena di significato. Tutto il non detto che nel tempo era divenuto la propria infelicità era adesso un aver detto troppo, tanto, tutto. E il pensiero la soddisfaceva. Come se fosse l’unica detentrice di un non comunicabile da comunicare attraverso ammiccamenti segreti a chi ancora sapeva guardarla. Improvvisamente, però, la solitudine colorò di vecchiaia la sua età. Di botto e repentinamente si ritrovò ferma e senza no future. As if she was given a small station just stop. Often thought that the only thing he could still taste the sacred that was lurking in the countryside, trees and plants, children. This was an unconscious and natural way. As if the instinct to take her alive, against all reasonable understanding, to appreciate the vice of harassing and bullying the world to continue to live despite the futility of their historic seasons. But going in this afternoon walk through moments of the sunset, there was something I was screaming with rage. An unusual and rationally inexplicable rage that, as the water can reach the sea flowing while encountering resistance and obstacles, so it arrived at its destination almost in surprise. He hit the witnesses and neighbors around his story, hurt "those" who had followed the story in spite of themselves, and that, by their presence, could call into question the current direction. Witness unaware of a threat to underground and together with a sense of guilt. They had reserved a life of jealousy, which was the only trace is a possibility of love. Still rebellious emotion, still ill-directed to a bereavement.
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Convert And Bench And Bucket
l'ovatta
She spoke nothing of any real encounter with other human beings. And that made the world a kind person. The effect affected her in the bitter taste of being in an offside. Any hypothetical goal would have been invalidated by the wave at the top of a seemingly innocuous yellow flag. Write the sound of his words and put his dialogue has always shown a degree of difficulty. At the bottom was just a dumb figure that at times seemed to cross any fucking thing. Surely these crossings had previously lived with passion and enthusiasm, laughter and tears, anger and pain. Now, however, was limited to cross the street, being careful not to fall and the threat exists automotive exterior. He had difficulty in recognizing in life even in his physical appearance. Unrecognizable. The absolute absence of contact both in the abstract and concrete made them feel the padding in the head. He imagined both hemispheres nell'ovatta packed, as if to slow the neuronal activity and keep to a minimum. This produced a positive effect, to absorb all that exceeded in vitality. Allowed her to stay quiet. The wadding in the head was negative in the continuous oversight of objects: keys, cell phone, brush, pen drives, money, documents, bills ... and also something ... something he could not remember. There was a story between the batting, a story of forgotten that he could not remember even looking everywhere for a clue, a trace. In the books, the internet, combing hair, putting on boots sulla sponda del letto, aprendo il cassonetto per buttare il sacchetto dell'immondizia ... Poteva c'entrare in questa storia dimenticata l'ambizione di divenire immortale per poi morire a sorpresa? No, non possedeva l'ambizione di pippobàudo, nè tantomeno la sua forza.
She spoke nothing of any real encounter with other human beings. And that made the world a kind person. The effect affected her in the bitter taste of being in an offside. Any hypothetical goal would have been invalidated by the wave at the top of a seemingly innocuous yellow flag. Write the sound of his words and put his dialogue has always shown a degree of difficulty. At the bottom was just a dumb figure that at times seemed to cross any fucking thing. Surely these crossings had previously lived with passion and enthusiasm, laughter and tears, anger and pain. Now, however, was limited to cross the street, being careful not to fall and the threat exists automotive exterior. He had difficulty in recognizing in life even in his physical appearance. Unrecognizable. The absolute absence of contact both in the abstract and concrete made them feel the padding in the head. He imagined both hemispheres nell'ovatta packed, as if to slow the neuronal activity and keep to a minimum. This produced a positive effect, to absorb all that exceeded in vitality. Allowed her to stay quiet. The wadding in the head was negative in the continuous oversight of objects: keys, cell phone, brush, pen drives, money, documents, bills ... and also something ... something he could not remember. There was a story between the batting, a story of forgotten that he could not remember even looking everywhere for a clue, a trace. In the books, the internet, combing hair, putting on boots sulla sponda del letto, aprendo il cassonetto per buttare il sacchetto dell'immondizia ... Poteva c'entrare in questa storia dimenticata l'ambizione di divenire immortale per poi morire a sorpresa? No, non possedeva l'ambizione di pippobàudo, nè tantomeno la sua forza.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
User Manual For The Thomson Dti6300-16
il numero
Si era svegliata, infilata una maglietta e caricato la macchinetta del caffè in cucina. Ora era sotto il piumone a cercare di riscaldare i piedi che si erano congelati al contatto con le mattonelle fredde, e le gambe con tutta la peluria in allerta. Il peso del fianco nel materasso le fece passare l’attenzione a tutto il suo corpo, nella sua interezza come raramente succedeva durante la giornata. Ed era anche pronta ad ascoltare il rumore della caffettiera che la avvisava con il suo gorgoglio e il suo vapore profumato che si doveva nuovamente alzare e infreddolirsi. Si ricordò di aver sognato suo padre come se fosse vivo. Le aveva detto con insofferenza che era ora di finirla: voleva rinascere. E le ripeteva la data, il giorno , il numero. Il padre non era mai stato insofferente in vita. Non era mai stato in preda di una qualsiasi emozione. Almeno lei lo ricordava così. Il numero anche ricordava ancora, da sveglia. Un numero solo, quel numero che non le diceva niente. L’avrebbe atteso. L’avrebbe giocato.
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Friday, November 14, 2008
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Radiation Protection Sayings
punto catenella
So unable to do anything else, I rock.
_
was after the third day in a row in which yet another bum on the street I wished to die soon
_
wanted money and I had not, they wanted a cigarette and I did not.
_
I have washed and colored robe closed in a washing machine from one day to healthy
_
there was a time I worked with a director which was fixed with the homeless
_
imagery on some sort of anarchist poet
_
assholes!
_
now I re-washed and spread ...
_
when I was young I thought that evil was not very intelligent
_
and I also think that everyone was smart
_ including me, of course.
_
I rinse the latest
_ a belief that hid more
_
was not to make anyone feel less
_
my brothers, my mother ...
_
so today I SODDING.
_
play downward to live in peace
_ a cowardice that does not serve
_
then I actually _
are stupid ... I still have the death
_
assholes all ...
_ I hope I succeed this cherry tree
_ then we do all the red dots on the green
_ _
the cherries and colored to rot I SODDING.
So unable to do anything else, I rock.
_
was after the third day in a row in which yet another bum on the street I wished to die soon
_
wanted money and I had not, they wanted a cigarette and I did not.
_
I have washed and colored robe closed in a washing machine from one day to healthy
_
there was a time I worked with a director which was fixed with the homeless
_
imagery on some sort of anarchist poet
_
assholes!
_
now I re-washed and spread ...
_
when I was young I thought that evil was not very intelligent
_
and I also think that everyone was smart
_ including me, of course.
_
I rinse the latest
_ a belief that hid more
_
was not to make anyone feel less
_
my brothers, my mother ...
_
so today I SODDING.
_
play downward to live in peace
_ a cowardice that does not serve
_
then I actually _
are stupid ... I still have the death
_
assholes all ...
_ I hope I succeed this cherry tree
_ then we do all the red dots on the green
_ _
the cherries and colored to rot I SODDING.
Friday, March 7, 2008
Afghan Floor Cushions
>> MINITOUR IN MARCH FOR Luigi Greco ...
addition to the date announced yesterday, official today, I can communicate with further appointments with live music at the Shepherd of Clouds. The mini-tour in March for Louis Greeks and Franz Mayer will consist of the following stages:
Thursday 27 - Casnigo [BG] the New Happy Club [S. Trinity], at 22.00
Friday 28 - Arcola [SP] at Pegasus Live Music Bar, at 22.00
Saturday 29 - Fish [LC] in the Municipal Library, at 21.00
Sunday 30 - Canterbury [CO] at the Circolo Arci Mirabello [V. Tiziano 5], 18.00,
addition to the date announced yesterday, official today, I can communicate with further appointments with live music at the Shepherd of Clouds. The mini-tour in March for Louis Greeks and Franz Mayer will consist of the following stages:
Thursday 27 - Casnigo [BG] the New Happy Club [S. Trinity], at 22.00
Friday 28 - Arcola [SP] at Pegasus Live Music Bar, at 22.00
Saturday 29 - Fish [LC] in the Municipal Library, at 21.00
Sunday 30 - Canterbury [CO] at the Circolo Arci Mirabello [V. Tiziano 5], 18.00,
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Easy Way To Build An Overhead Projector
>> Luigi Greco BACK "LIVE" ...
A new place to be to "Melissa Pub" in the capital [ex "Corn Café," ex "Both pe 'canta"] Via di Porta Labicana, 52: the new management of local reconfirmed Greeks and his regular meetings with friends in Rome and surroundings. Then do not miss the evening of Wednesday, March 12!
A new place to be to "Melissa Pub" in the capital [ex "Corn Café," ex "Both pe 'canta"] Via di Porta Labicana, 52: the new management of local reconfirmed Greeks and his regular meetings with friends in Rome and surroundings. Then do not miss the evening of Wednesday, March 12!
Saturday, February 9, 2008
Gallery Restrainedelegance
>> INTERVIEW WITH GREEK OF "THE FUTURE" ...
On the occasion of the thirtieth anniversary of the death of champion cyclist Constant Girardengo, February 3 "The Future" gave an interview to Luigi Greeks who can read from start downloading here.
On the occasion of the thirtieth anniversary of the death of champion cyclist Constant Girardengo, February 3 "The Future" gave an interview to Luigi Greeks who can read from start downloading here.
Friday, January 18, 2008
Free Min Promotion Digital Playground
>> Luigi Greco LIVE 2008 ...
Here are the upcoming concerts of the "Shepherd of Clouds" ...
January 25: Louis Grechi trio will perform in [Franz Mayer on bass, mandolin and sent to Leonardo Petrucci-cello] in Terni, "Missing Link", Via Paolo Garofoli No 10, downtown, around 22.00 hours.
February 16: Louis Grechi play Sezze [LT], in the auditorium "Costa" [Via Piagge Marine Amphitheater location] to celebrate the concert No 2000's Never Ending Tour: "Positively Bob Dylan, The Soundtrack of America" \u200b\u200b .
Here are the upcoming concerts of the "Shepherd of Clouds" ...
January 25: Louis Grechi trio will perform in [Franz Mayer on bass, mandolin and sent to Leonardo Petrucci-cello] in Terni, "Missing Link", Via Paolo Garofoli No 10, downtown, around 22.00 hours.
February 16: Louis Grechi play Sezze [LT], in the auditorium "Costa" [Via Piagge Marine Amphitheater location] to celebrate the concert No 2000's Never Ending Tour: "Positively Bob Dylan, The Soundtrack of America" \u200b\u200b .
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