Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Monday, June 28, 2010
When Does Slivercity Have Half Price Off
eyes and starry skies
not I never thought about suicide, just to appease someone. Some people disdain because they deserve it, others love them deeply.
Tonight I was moved. I found someone that I was missing for some time, and in its purest form.
I was there and there was a nice background, from the movie. It was Mysteries Beth Gibbons.
Whatever you are doing at the time, when you listen to that song you have to stop and reflect, it does not matter if you lose three minutes of your life to empty, you just stand still. Try it. She is the voice of Portishead, and is a real orgasm.
I said that tonight I found some people and I did well.
Daniela says I have the gift of controversy and that is why I write. I disagree. Just to not deny it. But do not argue.
I told some 'of their three things and not seen for some time. A few months of absence. Sometimes the phone rang, but I deeply hate the phone so no. When Daniel accompanied me home, we decided to make a stop at the bar on via Gallia. A beautiful night bar full of vulgar and some trans, a bar where the bartenders are cheerful and cashiers go to the bathroom for a moment blowjobs otherwise fall asleep. Here are all stoned. The bartender who claims to be Roman, but its color is. Not Roman. "Where are you from? Are in Rome. You were born here? Yes yours? No my no. Oh and where are they? My mother is Filipino."
A girl surrounded by boys only visibly drunk. These boys are boys so little glances to create a hierarchy. We do not know who should fuck. It's not really pretty tonight but there's nothing better. They look around and nobody is there. She seems very friendly. It would probably be well prepared to prove that I know what an orgy or a four. But they may not know or even guess. Today, the males are distinguished by their being this gullible than women. They are uninhibited, and outrageously low-cut, are frightening. We returned to the femme fatale of the nineteenth century. The woman now is a real tiger Verga man has so much fear of aggression. Poor bastards forced to slaughter of hand for a look not cross. Because he looked down and do not know how much porn stuff you're missing. Because they are there with the pubic skirt just waiting to let it get to see, waiting to slam you in the face but you will not even notice. Then they always laugh, tissue disappointed by life, laugh at anything. The only thing that matters to them is to be accepted by you, frightened boy. Puppy, you do not see how to blink? Do not you see I lost four kilos in a week, for you and for you? A gesture appreciated. Nice of him. Calculate them a bit ', come on. Do not think only of your eyebrows, not to think about your waxing. Look a bit '.
past four and a quarter of the night and the alarm will not be lenient with me tomorrow morning. The ashtray is filled with cigarette butts and Remedios has already been dismissed by Nicola. I feel like another cigarette, I want to suck a little more 'of life.
And I know where I want to be. On a bike, the passenger side.
Provided that there is a passenger on a bike.
I saw a very beautiful film, I recommend to everyone. "Palermo Shooting" by W. Wenders. The main character halfway through the film asking, "How do you know when you're dead? When not in dreams or when you're not dreaming?
Then I heard that we have to take everything seriously except ourselves, and I liked it. And now, with half-closed eyes, I confess that "I can not cope with life when I'm sober." And this is a quote before a truth. But Bukowski was in a bad, a bit 'worse than me.
I wish you all a good night.
to everyone, including the stars, the ones that first waterfall from the heavens just to please me and not anymore.
that the next star to fall just to please me, I may mention that several teeth in a smile! 
not I never thought about suicide, just to appease someone. Some people disdain because they deserve it, others love them deeply.
Tonight I was moved. I found someone that I was missing for some time, and in its purest form.
I was there and there was a nice background, from the movie. It was Mysteries Beth Gibbons.
Whatever you are doing at the time, when you listen to that song you have to stop and reflect, it does not matter if you lose three minutes of your life to empty, you just stand still. Try it. She is the voice of Portishead, and is a real orgasm.
I said that tonight I found some people and I did well.
Daniela says I have the gift of controversy and that is why I write. I disagree. Just to not deny it. But do not argue.
I told some 'of their three things and not seen for some time. A few months of absence. Sometimes the phone rang, but I deeply hate the phone so no. When Daniel accompanied me home, we decided to make a stop at the bar on via Gallia. A beautiful night bar full of vulgar and some trans, a bar where the bartenders are cheerful and cashiers go to the bathroom for a moment blowjobs otherwise fall asleep. Here are all stoned. The bartender who claims to be Roman, but its color is. Not Roman. "Where are you from? Are in Rome. You were born here? Yes yours? No my no. Oh and where are they? My mother is Filipino."
A girl surrounded by boys only visibly drunk. These boys are boys so little glances to create a hierarchy. We do not know who should fuck. It's not really pretty tonight but there's nothing better. They look around and nobody is there. She seems very friendly. It would probably be well prepared to prove that I know what an orgy or a four. But they may not know or even guess. Today, the males are distinguished by their being this gullible than women. They are uninhibited, and outrageously low-cut, are frightening. We returned to the femme fatale of the nineteenth century. The woman now is a real tiger Verga man has so much fear of aggression. Poor bastards forced to slaughter of hand for a look not cross. Because he looked down and do not know how much porn stuff you're missing. Because they are there with the pubic skirt just waiting to let it get to see, waiting to slam you in the face but you will not even notice. Then they always laugh, tissue disappointed by life, laugh at anything. The only thing that matters to them is to be accepted by you, frightened boy. Puppy, you do not see how to blink? Do not you see I lost four kilos in a week, for you and for you? A gesture appreciated. Nice of him. Calculate them a bit ', come on. Do not think only of your eyebrows, not to think about your waxing. Look a bit '.
past four and a quarter of the night and the alarm will not be lenient with me tomorrow morning. The ashtray is filled with cigarette butts and Remedios has already been dismissed by Nicola. I feel like another cigarette, I want to suck a little more 'of life.
And I know where I want to be. On a bike, the passenger side.
Provided that there is a passenger on a bike.
I saw a very beautiful film, I recommend to everyone. "Palermo Shooting" by W. Wenders. The main character halfway through the film asking, "How do you know when you're dead? When not in dreams or when you're not dreaming?
Then I heard that we have to take everything seriously except ourselves, and I liked it. And now, with half-closed eyes, I confess that "I can not cope with life when I'm sober." And this is a quote before a truth. But Bukowski was in a bad, a bit 'worse than me.
I wish you all a good night.
to everyone, including the stars, the ones that first waterfall from the heavens just to please me and not anymore.
that the next star to fall just to please me, I may mention that several teeth in a smile!
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Friday, June 25, 2010
21 Birthday Event Titles
apologies and flowers in the mailbox
I will apologize, deeply.
I apologize first and foremost to Fabiana because I can not fill too much of his thoughts and his words, because like it or not go away for our own good.
I apologize to the guy who pretends to be a friend of mine and asked me to tell him how I am and I do not want to know and do not care.
I apologize to Daniel for not being physically present in his life.
I apologize for not having to Anna Ida range in recent days. Valerio
I apologize to for not doing so takes a liking to me and I did not fond of him. I apologize for doing away with Ruben.
I apologize to some 'of people tonight because I feel and why I would like to start over. My apologies also to Edward for giving him too much. Sorry that I offended people, silenced, humiliated and beaten with my outbursts.
This should not be just a blog to vent, I want it to be mainly a diary to remember, say, a public diary that I can live on a piece of my life in the open, objectively and without shelter from criticism and advice. So good to those who come to my words.
I was saying that all 'sti concerts this music being able to stay in the kitchen with the music loud serene with red wine and she said that I would live in Rome only for the music and it seems a good idea to go find out today travelers do not know if I go back to travel and see them again and nothing new. She begins to sweep the floor, thoughts and dust, I clean today tomorrow I go to university and that's fine. My roommates who now know exactly how I am and I seem to feel better and maybe it's just an illusion but last year at this time I thought someone who had only a precious cock. Fucking whatever, then precious. Then I remember the croissants, the expectations, the sweat, you go down to take the pizza and I'm really bad shit you had to go, then I remember the looks of disappointment, the post-it behind the door, I remember the sea, just landed in Palermo and then a bar of Isle of females with my mother and now who knows what will happen. First remember Julius, Henry and Charles, I remember a honey-colored dog, the vintage shop, I remember Todis and Cabernet, Ikea cabinets and tables.
I'm strange, but the dishes do not seem old, but older, ice cream Rome does not seem tasteless, maybe I'm pretty cool. I see better.
And today the professor asked me what the Santa Chiara, and I wanted to explain it to him but I was not good and he did not understand me well. Then I said, are children, children of color, curious and alert, children that make you pee in the fountain when you change the diaper. Children blacks. All blacks.
When I moved at all, when a parachute or a poem by Rimbaud made me cry.
And then, neighbors, these experiments on earth. We return to San Giovanni and she gives a flower to me and Francesca. We laugh, stagger without drinking, greet passers-by, we are curious, we want to ... We always want to.
Flowers mailed them in the letterbox of the neighbors with a note of welcome. Nothing more. Just a note and flowers.
No response. Silence.
Palahniuk says that the absence is the new presence. The silence is the new thing.
Invisibility is the new idea to become visible. 
I will apologize, deeply.
I apologize first and foremost to Fabiana because I can not fill too much of his thoughts and his words, because like it or not go away for our own good.
I apologize to the guy who pretends to be a friend of mine and asked me to tell him how I am and I do not want to know and do not care.
I apologize to Daniel for not being physically present in his life.
I apologize for not having to Anna Ida range in recent days. Valerio
I apologize to for not doing so takes a liking to me and I did not fond of him. I apologize for doing away with Ruben.
I apologize to some 'of people tonight because I feel and why I would like to start over. My apologies also to Edward for giving him too much. Sorry that I offended people, silenced, humiliated and beaten with my outbursts.
This should not be just a blog to vent, I want it to be mainly a diary to remember, say, a public diary that I can live on a piece of my life in the open, objectively and without shelter from criticism and advice. So good to those who come to my words.
I was saying that all 'sti concerts this music being able to stay in the kitchen with the music loud serene with red wine and she said that I would live in Rome only for the music and it seems a good idea to go find out today travelers do not know if I go back to travel and see them again and nothing new. She begins to sweep the floor, thoughts and dust, I clean today tomorrow I go to university and that's fine. My roommates who now know exactly how I am and I seem to feel better and maybe it's just an illusion but last year at this time I thought someone who had only a precious cock. Fucking whatever, then precious. Then I remember the croissants, the expectations, the sweat, you go down to take the pizza and I'm really bad shit you had to go, then I remember the looks of disappointment, the post-it behind the door, I remember the sea, just landed in Palermo and then a bar of Isle of females with my mother and now who knows what will happen. First remember Julius, Henry and Charles, I remember a honey-colored dog, the vintage shop, I remember Todis and Cabernet, Ikea cabinets and tables.
I'm strange, but the dishes do not seem old, but older, ice cream Rome does not seem tasteless, maybe I'm pretty cool. I see better.
And today the professor asked me what the Santa Chiara, and I wanted to explain it to him but I was not good and he did not understand me well. Then I said, are children, children of color, curious and alert, children that make you pee in the fountain when you change the diaper. Children blacks. All blacks.
When I moved at all, when a parachute or a poem by Rimbaud made me cry.
And then, neighbors, these experiments on earth. We return to San Giovanni and she gives a flower to me and Francesca. We laugh, stagger without drinking, greet passers-by, we are curious, we want to ... We always want to.
Flowers mailed them in the letterbox of the neighbors with a note of welcome. Nothing more. Just a note and flowers.
No response. Silence.
Palahniuk says that the absence is the new presence. The silence is the new thing.
Invisibility is the new idea to become visible.
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Herpes Chest Skin Rash
Estate
arrived this summer hours yesterday bitter ripe with the scent of sugar flowers and smells like garbage. Mice advancing along the sidewalk of the Colosseum, walking speed, who stop fluttering flags and not only because the wind blows, the more blue-eyed girl, her hair plastered to his face, plucks square St. John, the hated fireworks and streamers as well as out of place. Ridiculous streamers. You fool you
unbalanced that you drink coffee Valium and wine from the same glass that you can no longer distinguish the flavors.
You now add a bit 'of milk in the cup of coffee and hugs faces and memories with the wry smile of someone who has permanently closed the road behind.
Just to clarify myself: I'll never stop falling in love with people, to fantasize about people.
Cigarettes now have a different flavor.
me just a little: some candy from the sky and smiles wide.
The world requires very little effort. Do you think those guys had the UFO theme.
you think that today was a bit 'to cry when you saw the tears of Quagliarella.
think that dogs bark at Rome even more.
Do you think he does not try anymore.
I hope today is a good day. 
arrived this summer hours yesterday bitter ripe with the scent of sugar flowers and smells like garbage. Mice advancing along the sidewalk of the Colosseum, walking speed, who stop fluttering flags and not only because the wind blows, the more blue-eyed girl, her hair plastered to his face, plucks square St. John, the hated fireworks and streamers as well as out of place. Ridiculous streamers. You fool you
unbalanced that you drink coffee Valium and wine from the same glass that you can no longer distinguish the flavors.
You now add a bit 'of milk in the cup of coffee and hugs faces and memories with the wry smile of someone who has permanently closed the road behind.
Just to clarify myself: I'll never stop falling in love with people, to fantasize about people.
Cigarettes now have a different flavor.
me just a little: some candy from the sky and smiles wide.
The world requires very little effort. Do you think those guys had the UFO theme.
you think that today was a bit 'to cry when you saw the tears of Quagliarella.
think that dogs bark at Rome even more.
Do you think he does not try anymore.
I hope today is a good day.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Good Schools In Houston
Just to do something different ... A
Gonzaga (MN) http://maps.google.it/maps?f=d&source=s_d&saddr=Via+Togarelli, +18, +36030 + + VI Sarcedo & daddr = Time + valance + MN & geocode =% FXSZuQIdVwiwACl31gdjcsl4RzGGFQweR606Xg 3BFbiPswIdGaaiAClXHcGBD8SBRzH0aNYFl_KbYg & hl = en & mra = pr & sll = 45.386395,11.075592 & sspn = 0.412319,1.007309 & ie = UTF8 & t = h & z = 11
takes place annually in a historical .... Last year I went to take pictures, and this year I'm going down both Friday and Saturday ... ... is very nice and something different ... 
if you want to come ... obviously you are invited! 
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Monday, June 21, 2010
Pain In Arch Of Foot Skating
'Humanity, you're always on the cock' (C. Bukowski)
send me flowers on their own, to make him jealous man who love ... This was found more than legitimate Rob Reiner to describe the madness of certain women. And in the end was not wrong.
While the smoke surrounds my tonsils to choke, I'm here on my bed and write about anything. The doctor says there are plaques, are pieces of food that I stuffed into his throat. Miss you is full of this infection is only food, but eat well? He has stomach problems? Gastritis or something like that? No you do not have tetanus, do not worry. I can give of yourself? Are you stressed out? You bunch of hair fall? You have an outlet?
You can try this treatment for one week. Then back here and see it as wrong.
From Dr. did not want to go. What the fuck are we going to do? I know I have. Do not have a dick.
Tachifludec and a throat spray, for flood of fluids and anesthetic Argotone. Blood from his nose and tears. For a cold, of course. Gnash their teeth.
I can not take the other side of the bed. I can not.
doctors call a doctor! I always say to Fabi. I have nothing.
stomach, which now floats Tuodì in wine. I had to say this to the doctor?
Then I go to the grocery store, because you do not even toilet paper to clean up your ass. Go and return home with a bunch of stuff, two heavy bags and a shopping bag filled with lead. No shit that helps. See you in trouble, take two steps at a time and place the bags on the floor. Then, with the words angry, you stop. Rests on the floor envelopes, again, you look around, study the gays around you and discover that they are really all fags, and sway and sculettano and you hear them saying 'sure did not go all'happening was too out of that type. No, I do not go tonight. That group? What kind do? That is dream pop. I prefer to chill out. Tomorrow I'm going with Tommy. No, I did not know that you went there. The sushi? Yes, there is decent, better than the short. Okay from then on tonight. But really it was good? Daje brothers, if we see! '
You are just sick. He sculetta, with skintight jeans, the voice of a woman, giggling like a whore and a bitch as you stand there waiting for someone to help you. But he is much thinner than you, and even if you could not help. The men now stand why their women to be leaner, thinner, more sensitive assholes busier than I can not excuse I have to go fast I have to work no excuse I wanted then I'll take.
're tired, you also have a little 'influence, would you pass out, pretending to have a pressure drop, but you are there in the middle of the sidewalk and pass in front of you fags just talking about bullshit. I'm not making it up. Really.
Then you think that someone is worse off than you and think about not only the old woman of today, that the waiting room, he wore his best suit and finished the bottle of his beloved fragrance for the occasion, but the old man that sits next to it look at her. Indeed it almost seems annoyed. The pearl necklace is definitely out of place but she wears it naturally.
I think we are always the same, twenty-four or sixty years.
Then I look at the doctor's secretary. It has a provocative neckline, you slam in your face tits and smile at once and ask you your name, address and telephone number address city. Wanting to find you may find you love token as and when required, to pack up and come and live with you, and persecute those who like to love with the naturalness of who does it for a living. She knows all about you and you can not help it. We also know lead. She wears high heels and a persuasive voice to Jessica Rabbit. Maybe sometimes if you forget to be a doctor.
scatarrerei I gladly on his stupid notebook. She looks at me and apologizes for everything, if you can not find the pen, if the phone rings, if I look in your eyes, if he speaks with another. I was pissed off and the disk. I want to see where comes the madness of this debauched. The drive for a while '. Then do the reverse and sit down.
Finally Mrs. fragrant that of pearls, crosses of my eyes. And it is I who give her the first smile of the day. And I'm looking at it. She reciprocates, and shining eyes. I realized I. 
send me flowers on their own, to make him jealous man who love ... This was found more than legitimate Rob Reiner to describe the madness of certain women. And in the end was not wrong.
While the smoke surrounds my tonsils to choke, I'm here on my bed and write about anything. The doctor says there are plaques, are pieces of food that I stuffed into his throat. Miss you is full of this infection is only food, but eat well? He has stomach problems? Gastritis or something like that? No you do not have tetanus, do not worry. I can give of yourself? Are you stressed out? You bunch of hair fall? You have an outlet?
You can try this treatment for one week. Then back here and see it as wrong.
From Dr. did not want to go. What the fuck are we going to do? I know I have. Do not have a dick.
Tachifludec and a throat spray, for flood of fluids and anesthetic Argotone. Blood from his nose and tears. For a cold, of course. Gnash their teeth.
I can not take the other side of the bed. I can not.
doctors call a doctor! I always say to Fabi. I have nothing.
stomach, which now floats Tuodì in wine. I had to say this to the doctor?
Then I go to the grocery store, because you do not even toilet paper to clean up your ass. Go and return home with a bunch of stuff, two heavy bags and a shopping bag filled with lead. No shit that helps. See you in trouble, take two steps at a time and place the bags on the floor. Then, with the words angry, you stop. Rests on the floor envelopes, again, you look around, study the gays around you and discover that they are really all fags, and sway and sculettano and you hear them saying 'sure did not go all'happening was too out of that type. No, I do not go tonight. That group? What kind do? That is dream pop. I prefer to chill out. Tomorrow I'm going with Tommy. No, I did not know that you went there. The sushi? Yes, there is decent, better than the short. Okay from then on tonight. But really it was good? Daje brothers, if we see! '
You are just sick. He sculetta, with skintight jeans, the voice of a woman, giggling like a whore and a bitch as you stand there waiting for someone to help you. But he is much thinner than you, and even if you could not help. The men now stand why their women to be leaner, thinner, more sensitive assholes busier than I can not excuse I have to go fast I have to work no excuse I wanted then I'll take.
're tired, you also have a little 'influence, would you pass out, pretending to have a pressure drop, but you are there in the middle of the sidewalk and pass in front of you fags just talking about bullshit. I'm not making it up. Really.
Then you think that someone is worse off than you and think about not only the old woman of today, that the waiting room, he wore his best suit and finished the bottle of his beloved fragrance for the occasion, but the old man that sits next to it look at her. Indeed it almost seems annoyed. The pearl necklace is definitely out of place but she wears it naturally.
I think we are always the same, twenty-four or sixty years.
Then I look at the doctor's secretary. It has a provocative neckline, you slam in your face tits and smile at once and ask you your name, address and telephone number address city. Wanting to find you may find you love token as and when required, to pack up and come and live with you, and persecute those who like to love with the naturalness of who does it for a living. She knows all about you and you can not help it. We also know lead. She wears high heels and a persuasive voice to Jessica Rabbit. Maybe sometimes if you forget to be a doctor.
scatarrerei I gladly on his stupid notebook. She looks at me and apologizes for everything, if you can not find the pen, if the phone rings, if I look in your eyes, if he speaks with another. I was pissed off and the disk. I want to see where comes the madness of this debauched. The drive for a while '. Then do the reverse and sit down.
Finally Mrs. fragrant that of pearls, crosses of my eyes. And it is I who give her the first smile of the day. And I'm looking at it. She reciprocates, and shining eyes. I realized I.
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Extendable Mirror Bathroom
fourteen weeks have passed since I had that cold, and you have not you kissed me . ("Guinea pigs", C. Palahniuk)
Today discomfort of living alone. That woman unbalanced the film, Micaela Ramazzotti that gives you a punch in the face early in the morning and that Virzì laughs. The tears, the neighbor who does not greet and drink wine and I can not and I would like but I can not, not really, let's calm down. What they do not respond to messages and I wish I had before to kill him with my hands.
Today I am very sick and I want to take with them all. Today I have reached the limit. Today exasperation.
I would gladly have made peace with the pharmacist, spit in the faces of passers-by way of Etruria, I would stop on the strips to stop the traffic, I called all the mud that I've had to do in recent months, all, one by one, they I wiped out in words, I would have to split the face that keeps me riveted to my professor at home waiting for me to know when I have to support this stronzissimo examination, I would just be drunk, scream, beat everyone, force you to apologize.
Yes, today I'm really bad. And I want to forget all the style of Gondry and start head and walk away, to help people, be important, to feel really important to someone and not be here anymore to feel the paranoia of the people of the city, with pieces of meat lovers dreary and middle-class who have nothing of ancient magic and they do more harm than good. And a kiss not even know what it is and feel pain at all while people are starving and the country goes to pieces. I can not and will not listen and now I just want to see my mother, I would look into her eyes and be near her, hug my father and my brother hear the laughter and joking, talking with them, maybe see a movie together, dine together.
I do not understand anything, and the scent that melts women do not like and that the approach must be romantic, it takes tact, and no one can afford to stoop in this way. You
that people see and not look into his eyes, where to look? Where the hell you looking at? You're not used to looking in his eyes, ugly bastard? I always try
that physical contact with my friends and I do not feel nothing, nothing, no fluid, no heat, nothing. A huge void
mine alone. Exclusively mine. Woe to those who approach. This vacuum is mine alone.
equal to a year ago, when my story was over and I had embraced the boy away Albalonga. Julius was, from the back. I had put her arms around my neck, I almost cried and I could not climb stairs. Then in many I had heard screaming. No, it was different then, a cry made me feel less heavy with a few tonnes. I
these kids the last few years I have loved and hated at the same time. Now I feel like having to throw up all together.
indigestion and it costs a constant coming and going from the toilet. I hunger has passed. The fridge is empty and must remain empty and I want in my life does not come anymore. Intoxication, for anyone who enters the life from the eyes, ears, hands and nose, for anyone who throws in spades in his heart and in return receive dryness pure, that kills you. Fottetevela alone this balanced life.
stay balanced and rational and always be careful. Do not look people in the eye, unless you have a computer before. 
Palermo
Today discomfort of living alone. That woman unbalanced the film, Micaela Ramazzotti that gives you a punch in the face early in the morning and that Virzì laughs. The tears, the neighbor who does not greet and drink wine and I can not and I would like but I can not, not really, let's calm down. What they do not respond to messages and I wish I had before to kill him with my hands.
Today I am very sick and I want to take with them all. Today I have reached the limit. Today exasperation.
I would gladly have made peace with the pharmacist, spit in the faces of passers-by way of Etruria, I would stop on the strips to stop the traffic, I called all the mud that I've had to do in recent months, all, one by one, they I wiped out in words, I would have to split the face that keeps me riveted to my professor at home waiting for me to know when I have to support this stronzissimo examination, I would just be drunk, scream, beat everyone, force you to apologize.
Yes, today I'm really bad. And I want to forget all the style of Gondry and start head and walk away, to help people, be important, to feel really important to someone and not be here anymore to feel the paranoia of the people of the city, with pieces of meat lovers dreary and middle-class who have nothing of ancient magic and they do more harm than good. And a kiss not even know what it is and feel pain at all while people are starving and the country goes to pieces. I can not and will not listen and now I just want to see my mother, I would look into her eyes and be near her, hug my father and my brother hear the laughter and joking, talking with them, maybe see a movie together, dine together.
I do not understand anything, and the scent that melts women do not like and that the approach must be romantic, it takes tact, and no one can afford to stoop in this way. You
that people see and not look into his eyes, where to look? Where the hell you looking at? You're not used to looking in his eyes, ugly bastard? I always try
that physical contact with my friends and I do not feel nothing, nothing, no fluid, no heat, nothing. A huge void
mine alone. Exclusively mine. Woe to those who approach. This vacuum is mine alone.
equal to a year ago, when my story was over and I had embraced the boy away Albalonga. Julius was, from the back. I had put her arms around my neck, I almost cried and I could not climb stairs. Then in many I had heard screaming. No, it was different then, a cry made me feel less heavy with a few tonnes. I
these kids the last few years I have loved and hated at the same time. Now I feel like having to throw up all together.
indigestion and it costs a constant coming and going from the toilet. I hunger has passed. The fridge is empty and must remain empty and I want in my life does not come anymore. Intoxication, for anyone who enters the life from the eyes, ears, hands and nose, for anyone who throws in spades in his heart and in return receive dryness pure, that kills you. Fottetevela alone this balanced life.
stay balanced and rational and always be careful. Do not look people in the eye, unless you have a computer before.
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Squeeking Spinning Bike
We emigrants
That now has a garden overlooking the sea, and before he rides and only whores.
's dying. And with Palermo Palermo die. Those who leave.
My friend lives in Foligno. The other day I asked him if he wanted to go down. "Equal work, now, what would you do? Come back? "
He found wonderful people there, a girl who loves the wonderful roommates and real friends.
He went down without a second thought.
you live in Finland now. Will stay for another five months. He is working there, pay well. She is friendly, nice, very smart. It fits anywhere for what I know. But it is that wants to live in Palermo, said that his place is there in the middle of the garbage in "that stinks south of hunger." I have them always before his eyes, and I seem to see bright and proud, which set a precise point, a look that can not be maintained. Remedios, Remedios sweet.
Then there's Billy, who always travels. It is now in Spain, and I believe is right. But every time the party has hysterics. Rooms on the machine and part. And crying while driving, so that no longer even see the road. Then he goes though. Palermo is also too important for her.
have been lost; coordinates, and remained a ghost town in Sicily. Some people fear that their degree course to be deleted. Some people have debts to be filled and those no longer able to take exams. Who works in Sicily for fear of losing everything. Who goes, and he knows that will never return. Some
part to follow someone, and then they repent. Who builds something in every corner of the earth, and if they repent, because basically go and leave something behind and some people deserved more time.
Some come from Africa on a crowded boat and he does not repent, and lives with his family photos hung black more black in the room, stuck to wall forever. Some come from Tunisia and puts on a new family, forgetting that he left the other side of the Mediterranean. There are women who suffer from husbands who are gone, husbands who fill their guilt with remittances. Some
before finding his place has to find himself, and not in a bottle. There are those who do not have the courage, and lives a life of regrets.
Some people with blue eyes the most beautiful of the earth swallows up all the people he meets and eats everywhere. Those who learn ten languages \u200b\u200bbut forget forever the maternal language, the dialect of the Child. Who is still waiting to leave, imprisoned in some centers detention in Libya. Those who risk their lives for a piece of bread.
is always the poor who have to leave. And today we are almost all poor in resources.
Basically we are a bit 'all emigrants. 
That now has a garden overlooking the sea, and before he rides and only whores.
's dying. And with Palermo Palermo die. Those who leave.
My friend lives in Foligno. The other day I asked him if he wanted to go down. "Equal work, now, what would you do? Come back? "
He found wonderful people there, a girl who loves the wonderful roommates and real friends.
He went down without a second thought.
you live in Finland now. Will stay for another five months. He is working there, pay well. She is friendly, nice, very smart. It fits anywhere for what I know. But it is that wants to live in Palermo, said that his place is there in the middle of the garbage in "that stinks south of hunger." I have them always before his eyes, and I seem to see bright and proud, which set a precise point, a look that can not be maintained. Remedios, Remedios sweet.
Then there's Billy, who always travels. It is now in Spain, and I believe is right. But every time the party has hysterics. Rooms on the machine and part. And crying while driving, so that no longer even see the road. Then he goes though. Palermo is also too important for her.
have been lost; coordinates, and remained a ghost town in Sicily. Some people fear that their degree course to be deleted. Some people have debts to be filled and those no longer able to take exams. Who works in Sicily for fear of losing everything. Who goes, and he knows that will never return. Some
part to follow someone, and then they repent. Who builds something in every corner of the earth, and if they repent, because basically go and leave something behind and some people deserved more time.
Some come from Africa on a crowded boat and he does not repent, and lives with his family photos hung black more black in the room, stuck to wall forever. Some come from Tunisia and puts on a new family, forgetting that he left the other side of the Mediterranean. There are women who suffer from husbands who are gone, husbands who fill their guilt with remittances. Some
before finding his place has to find himself, and not in a bottle. There are those who do not have the courage, and lives a life of regrets.
Some people with blue eyes the most beautiful of the earth swallows up all the people he meets and eats everywhere. Those who learn ten languages \u200b\u200bbut forget forever the maternal language, the dialect of the Child. Who is still waiting to leave, imprisoned in some centers detention in Libya. Those who risk their lives for a piece of bread.
is always the poor who have to leave. And today we are almost all poor in resources.
Basically we are a bit 'all emigrants.
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Gabriella Hall Mediafire
Like a man on Escape
This morning I woke up early to go to class. The last lesson, I think, of my college career.
This lesson has had a very special meaning. There was a guest in the classroom. An important guest, invited by a professor of investigative journalism Pietro Veronese (La Repubblica). In attendance were
Dagmawi Yimer, an Ethiopian boy landed in Italy after a long journey.
Dagmawi studied law in Addis Ababa and fled to Italy because of the difficult situation in his country of origin.
In the 80s and 90s in Ethiopia was the dictatorship of the 'red soldiers' of Mengistu Haile Mariam, then replaced by a neoliberal government. Today
power self-sufficient and repressive government of Melles Zenawi off any hope of civil renewal in Ethiopia. Almost all the opposition leaders are imprisoned or missing.
This premise is used to understand the reasons for the departure of Dagmawi.
him, who could not see his parents because they would not allow him to leave. He has been through the desert aboard a pick up in conditions of extreme degradation, crammed with dozens and dozens of people. He who arrived in Italy, Frattini met at a conference on relations between Italy and Libya and has not even spit in the face. He has been sold to the Libyan police for thirty pieces of silver. He has had the courage to tell.
spoke softly, slowly and quietly. It was sweet, listened to and answered questions, spoke good Italian, he had tears in his eyes and a grace that are the envy.
Few of you know (because I'm not saying the news was hidden, but treated as a minor) in August 2008 that Berlusconi and Gaddafi signed a "treaty of friendship, partnership and cooperation."
October 2007 ENI and NOC, the Libyan state oil company, signed an agreement for the development of gas production in Libya for twenty-eight billion dollars over ten years.
In December 2007 a Protocol of Cooperation between Italy and Libya was signed by the then Interior Minister Giuliano Amato. The unlawful practice of forced return has been legalized.
Berlusconi, just to fuck off by these immigrants, decided to send overseas patrol boats, cars and bags of dead (and is not a joke), along with the money needed to pay for return flights and three detention camps (true centers torture).
The Libyan police is perhaps the worst of all the planet.
While the President signed the agreements for the gas with Gaddafi, thousands of Africans were tortured in detention camps built with our money. They beat the Ethiopian people just because they are Arab. Rape their wives, put them in one room, piled up like animals. They can not even sleep for what they are tight. They take turns.
The worst torture in the detention center undergo Kufra.
Remember this. Kufra.
not only the Libyan state still uses the death penalty, but is still widespread practice of torture, especially in prisons (chained to a wall for hours, beaten with wooden sticks, electric shocks, lemon juice in open wounds, spin corkscrews to the back, finger fractures, suffocation caused by plastic bags, sleep deprivation, food and water).
That is, while Berlusconi makes lifting and its filth at Villa Certosa, and reduces the Gelmini programs, lessons and makes discrimination between Italian and foreign children, and Alfano wants to pass the award as unconstitutional in history, while praising Mussolini, while press freedom is abolished and the intercepts become a source of incredibly high fines for journalists and publishers, while the crisis ravaging the state and not, as thousands of young people pay a rent of five hundred euro a month for a single in the capital , while studying at all, while the provinces are reduced and the retirement age for women is set twenty years after menopause, in the meantime, the Wisdom, at eight-thirty in the morning, I have also moved me with Dagmawi because he was beaten, robbed and humiliated, detained in African centers had built with our money!
Here. Here's what we are.
He does not react, I was just crying. And look at him, and I feel strong, very strong indeed.
smiles when an Italian looks. Do not have prejudices against us. Go around the schools and universities. And I am ashamed of my country, and I can not say anything. I remain silent, staring in disbelief.
He smiles and says that its Today has learned that a Libyan policeman raped a girl of twenty-two years. He knows it. Today is a bit 'sad about it.
"I can not do anything," he says. And then he said: "Berlusconi is not, only he is not the problem. The Left has treated the same way. The right and left are equal. " He knows this.
He knows. And do not watch our TV, not read our newspapers. Yet knows. He tried it on his skin.
Dagmawi he made the documentary
LIKE A MAN ON EARTH
Foreword by Ascanio Celestini. Sponsored by Amnesty International.
the film to Andrea Segre, Richard Biadene and Dagmawi Yimer, with a book of the Archives of Memory Migrants by Marco and Alessandro Triulzi Carsetti
Authors: Richard Biadene, Marco Carsetti, Andrea Segre, Alessandro Triulzi, Dagmawi Yimer
http://comeunuomosullaterra . blogspot.com / 
This morning I woke up early to go to class. The last lesson, I think, of my college career.
This lesson has had a very special meaning. There was a guest in the classroom. An important guest, invited by a professor of investigative journalism Pietro Veronese (La Repubblica). In attendance were
Dagmawi Yimer, an Ethiopian boy landed in Italy after a long journey.
Dagmawi studied law in Addis Ababa and fled to Italy because of the difficult situation in his country of origin.
In the 80s and 90s in Ethiopia was the dictatorship of the 'red soldiers' of Mengistu Haile Mariam, then replaced by a neoliberal government. Today
power self-sufficient and repressive government of Melles Zenawi off any hope of civil renewal in Ethiopia. Almost all the opposition leaders are imprisoned or missing.
This premise is used to understand the reasons for the departure of Dagmawi.
him, who could not see his parents because they would not allow him to leave. He has been through the desert aboard a pick up in conditions of extreme degradation, crammed with dozens and dozens of people. He who arrived in Italy, Frattini met at a conference on relations between Italy and Libya and has not even spit in the face. He has been sold to the Libyan police for thirty pieces of silver. He has had the courage to tell.
spoke softly, slowly and quietly. It was sweet, listened to and answered questions, spoke good Italian, he had tears in his eyes and a grace that are the envy.
Few of you know (because I'm not saying the news was hidden, but treated as a minor) in August 2008 that Berlusconi and Gaddafi signed a "treaty of friendship, partnership and cooperation."
October 2007 ENI and NOC, the Libyan state oil company, signed an agreement for the development of gas production in Libya for twenty-eight billion dollars over ten years.
In December 2007 a Protocol of Cooperation between Italy and Libya was signed by the then Interior Minister Giuliano Amato. The unlawful practice of forced return has been legalized.
Berlusconi, just to fuck off by these immigrants, decided to send overseas patrol boats, cars and bags of dead (and is not a joke), along with the money needed to pay for return flights and three detention camps (true centers torture).
The Libyan police is perhaps the worst of all the planet.
While the President signed the agreements for the gas with Gaddafi, thousands of Africans were tortured in detention camps built with our money. They beat the Ethiopian people just because they are Arab. Rape their wives, put them in one room, piled up like animals. They can not even sleep for what they are tight. They take turns.
The worst torture in the detention center undergo Kufra.
Remember this. Kufra.
not only the Libyan state still uses the death penalty, but is still widespread practice of torture, especially in prisons (chained to a wall for hours, beaten with wooden sticks, electric shocks, lemon juice in open wounds, spin corkscrews to the back, finger fractures, suffocation caused by plastic bags, sleep deprivation, food and water).
That is, while Berlusconi makes lifting and its filth at Villa Certosa, and reduces the Gelmini programs, lessons and makes discrimination between Italian and foreign children, and Alfano wants to pass the award as unconstitutional in history, while praising Mussolini, while press freedom is abolished and the intercepts become a source of incredibly high fines for journalists and publishers, while the crisis ravaging the state and not, as thousands of young people pay a rent of five hundred euro a month for a single in the capital , while studying at all, while the provinces are reduced and the retirement age for women is set twenty years after menopause, in the meantime, the Wisdom, at eight-thirty in the morning, I have also moved me with Dagmawi because he was beaten, robbed and humiliated, detained in African centers had built with our money!
Here. Here's what we are.
He does not react, I was just crying. And look at him, and I feel strong, very strong indeed.
smiles when an Italian looks. Do not have prejudices against us. Go around the schools and universities. And I am ashamed of my country, and I can not say anything. I remain silent, staring in disbelief.
He smiles and says that its Today has learned that a Libyan policeman raped a girl of twenty-two years. He knows it. Today is a bit 'sad about it.
"I can not do anything," he says. And then he said: "Berlusconi is not, only he is not the problem. The Left has treated the same way. The right and left are equal. " He knows this.
He knows. And do not watch our TV, not read our newspapers. Yet knows. He tried it on his skin.
Dagmawi he made the documentary
LIKE A MAN ON EARTH
Foreword by Ascanio Celestini. Sponsored by Amnesty International.
the film to Andrea Segre, Richard Biadene and Dagmawi Yimer, with a book of the Archives of Memory Migrants by Marco and Alessandro Triulzi Carsetti
Authors: Richard Biadene, Marco Carsetti, Andrea Segre, Alessandro Triulzi, Dagmawi Yimer
http://comeunuomosullaterra . blogspot.com /
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Shit Stain In Bathtub Poop
land in Puglia
At the bottom is the theme of the moment, so let's talk again, again and again.
I found a very interesting article Blog Maksim Cristan, Croatian writer (see "International" section Italien).
I would like to publish in full his article published in "The Unit" in May.
My considerations are a bit ' provocative. But just a little '. Let's all
in Apulia, there is the sea, there are fields, there is work and there Nichi. He (Cristan) is ironic. But perhaps it should not. The point is, perhaps till the ground, touch it, get in touch with a few people, without luxuries, all under the same sun, shirtless, eyes burning, sore feet, sweat, and direct, not divided by a screen, maybe yes, why not, we would do well. We do not need this job in a bank, we do not need this wealth. Teneteveli you these motherfuckin money, I need water, bread, bed, sea, land and especially the people, to look into my eyes and feel the touch.
precarious and migrants: "You know what? I run in Puglia "
of Cristan Maksim
Dear President of the Republic shall be a citizen of this country, my name is Igiaba Scego, born in '74 and I wanted to let you know that I'm giving up. Some time ago she was heartened by the precarious workers, the unemployed, the researchers without membership does not throw in the towel. We said 'Come on do not give up. Do not leave Italy. " Unfortunately, Mr President I'm giving up. I belong to, and is not an empty statistic, a generation that have been clipped wings. I am a fragile culture. I'm getting a precarious life. " On April 30 on "Unity" the writer Igiaba Scego wrote a letter to Napolitano. The President has received a few days after the Quirinale. There followed a long and passionate debate. The following is the message that the writer Maksim Croatian Cristan sent Igiaba. All of us
precarious intellectuals, immigrants or not, we read carefully the open letter of our colleague Igiaba Scego to President Napolitano, where he asks him to help everyone. The president is good and Igiaba invited to meet him. She said: Take the guarantor for us to make this theme (which are two: 1. Immigration and 2. "Brain drain") does not come from political agendas. Personally
I have known many cultural exiles in Berlin, arrived there because after losing confidence in the future in Italy. I also met some young people from Brescia, that when in their city, the mayor offered € 500 for each regular immigrant who decided to return to his country, they said, maybe we would give € 500 to go. Igiaba, I wonder how the hell did you come to mind to bother the President.
If you really want to solve something, you should write, in fact, the President of the Government. Have you already forgotten how he welcomed with open arms the request of the girl, who complained when their insecurity, the Premier said, "Miss, she is pretty, one of the spouses My children and solved all problems. " And you, Igi, you are certainly much prettier than that girl.
Oh yeah, I forgot, you, even if Italian, you're black as coal and as the Prime Minister does not want a multiethnic Italy, you would probably not at the table in the family and maybe you would propose to one of his sons of his friend Colonel Ghedaffi.
Igi is a mess, I admit, and even though I love you so, I can not even tell my wife! Since they are made worse off than you. What to do? If Mr. Vitor was still alive, knowing we would probably say, "but go all the fuck out in Puglia to demand a decent life for your scribbles and your volunteers for the lesser races! There that the communist government built hotels for immigrants also free laborers, "
But, joking, laughing, it might be an idea for us Igi. And even if the policy of Nichi the rest of Italy seems to Mars, for now, Italy is always. What are you doing, you come too?
May 26, 2010 
At the bottom is the theme of the moment, so let's talk again, again and again.
I found a very interesting article Blog Maksim Cristan, Croatian writer (see "International" section Italien).
I would like to publish in full his article published in "The Unit" in May.
My considerations are a bit ' provocative. But just a little '. Let's all
in Apulia, there is the sea, there are fields, there is work and there Nichi. He (Cristan) is ironic. But perhaps it should not. The point is, perhaps till the ground, touch it, get in touch with a few people, without luxuries, all under the same sun, shirtless, eyes burning, sore feet, sweat, and direct, not divided by a screen, maybe yes, why not, we would do well. We do not need this job in a bank, we do not need this wealth. Teneteveli you these motherfuckin money, I need water, bread, bed, sea, land and especially the people, to look into my eyes and feel the touch.
precarious and migrants: "You know what? I run in Puglia "
of Cristan Maksim
Dear President of the Republic shall be a citizen of this country, my name is Igiaba Scego, born in '74 and I wanted to let you know that I'm giving up. Some time ago she was heartened by the precarious workers, the unemployed, the researchers without membership does not throw in the towel. We said 'Come on do not give up. Do not leave Italy. " Unfortunately, Mr President I'm giving up. I belong to, and is not an empty statistic, a generation that have been clipped wings. I am a fragile culture. I'm getting a precarious life. " On April 30 on "Unity" the writer Igiaba Scego wrote a letter to Napolitano. The President has received a few days after the Quirinale. There followed a long and passionate debate. The following is the message that the writer Maksim Croatian Cristan sent Igiaba. All of us
precarious intellectuals, immigrants or not, we read carefully the open letter of our colleague Igiaba Scego to President Napolitano, where he asks him to help everyone. The president is good and Igiaba invited to meet him. She said: Take the guarantor for us to make this theme (which are two: 1. Immigration and 2. "Brain drain") does not come from political agendas. Personally
I have known many cultural exiles in Berlin, arrived there because after losing confidence in the future in Italy. I also met some young people from Brescia, that when in their city, the mayor offered € 500 for each regular immigrant who decided to return to his country, they said, maybe we would give € 500 to go. Igiaba, I wonder how the hell did you come to mind to bother the President.
If you really want to solve something, you should write, in fact, the President of the Government. Have you already forgotten how he welcomed with open arms the request of the girl, who complained when their insecurity, the Premier said, "Miss, she is pretty, one of the spouses My children and solved all problems. " And you, Igi, you are certainly much prettier than that girl.
Oh yeah, I forgot, you, even if Italian, you're black as coal and as the Prime Minister does not want a multiethnic Italy, you would probably not at the table in the family and maybe you would propose to one of his sons of his friend Colonel Ghedaffi.
Igi is a mess, I admit, and even though I love you so, I can not even tell my wife! Since they are made worse off than you. What to do? If Mr. Vitor was still alive, knowing we would probably say, "but go all the fuck out in Puglia to demand a decent life for your scribbles and your volunteers for the lesser races! There that the communist government built hotels for immigrants also free laborers, "
But, joking, laughing, it might be an idea for us Igi. And even if the policy of Nichi the rest of Italy seems to Mars, for now, Italy is always. What are you doing, you come too?
May 26, 2010
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Trade Pokemon On Vba Silver
The cycle is always a good excuse
The display inside the car marked 25 degrees even. It was hot, a warm wet sticky annoying.
I saw a movie tonight and cruel I was moved. The film is
Our life .
feel the need to motherhood after seeing this film. Those children. I'd like to have a baby.
I must go, I have to disappear. You with your schedule and your appointments. Where you go? Stop. The road is there, the more twisty.
Wake quest'accidia scrollatevela off, this boredom, these exhibitions, these guided tours, this desire to always move, constantly, to see the world by force, in whole, at all costs! Stand still, think for a moment.
Before looking too far-that insecurity protect you, look just below the eyes, understand these eyes that beg a smile, a hug, a caress, love, stand fast, do not go that far, Mica is not where to go! Now you do not have just where to go.
not pass, the debts do not coalesce, perennial unemployed, faces blank and expressionless, were there. These children will need them. These children that were a party and are now in mourning. They are joy, a miracle. Protect them with your smiles, to chase the impossible, until you can go upwind, do it for yourself, choose their eyes and protect them. Take them to the sea, not to wander empty, choose someone, you are calm, vogliatevi well.
really do not want them to these children? Really? I would like to at least hear them in my arms, I want to make sense of it all. Then maybe I could get out of here. From far away.
The chime sounds occasionally. When I least expect it starts playing, and I jump in the air.
And you listen to your music, and think. You take a shower, and think. Put on the coffee, you think. Wear jeans with butterfly patches, you think. Go outside, you think. At Metro, you think. At work, staring, thinking. Talk to those two new ones. Laugh with them, you think. Eat and memories.
I remember. Eat food
shit now, so you do not like to cook. But you eat? I even like cooking. What do you eat? I wish I knew. Do you still like the white chocolate ice cream? What are you doing? Think. Look Matt, you think.
I know what you think. Me too.
My love, this is the generation of the OK, what is drug painkillers and Aulin. Nobody can help it.
All lost in the drama of medicine, dell'Amuchina, unemployment.
But do not worry, everything will be fine. 
The display inside the car marked 25 degrees even. It was hot, a warm wet sticky annoying.
I saw a movie tonight and cruel I was moved. The film is
Our life .
feel the need to motherhood after seeing this film. Those children. I'd like to have a baby.
I must go, I have to disappear. You with your schedule and your appointments. Where you go? Stop. The road is there, the more twisty.
Wake quest'accidia scrollatevela off, this boredom, these exhibitions, these guided tours, this desire to always move, constantly, to see the world by force, in whole, at all costs! Stand still, think for a moment.
Before looking too far-that insecurity protect you, look just below the eyes, understand these eyes that beg a smile, a hug, a caress, love, stand fast, do not go that far, Mica is not where to go! Now you do not have just where to go.
not pass, the debts do not coalesce, perennial unemployed, faces blank and expressionless, were there. These children will need them. These children that were a party and are now in mourning. They are joy, a miracle. Protect them with your smiles, to chase the impossible, until you can go upwind, do it for yourself, choose their eyes and protect them. Take them to the sea, not to wander empty, choose someone, you are calm, vogliatevi well.
really do not want them to these children? Really? I would like to at least hear them in my arms, I want to make sense of it all. Then maybe I could get out of here. From far away.
The chime sounds occasionally. When I least expect it starts playing, and I jump in the air.
And you listen to your music, and think. You take a shower, and think. Put on the coffee, you think. Wear jeans with butterfly patches, you think. Go outside, you think. At Metro, you think. At work, staring, thinking. Talk to those two new ones. Laugh with them, you think. Eat and memories.
I remember. Eat food
shit now, so you do not like to cook. But you eat? I even like cooking. What do you eat? I wish I knew. Do you still like the white chocolate ice cream? What are you doing? Think. Look Matt, you think.
I know what you think. Me too.
My love, this is the generation of the OK, what is drug painkillers and Aulin. Nobody can help it.
All lost in the drama of medicine, dell'Amuchina, unemployment.
But do not worry, everything will be fine.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Cleanser With Salicylic Acid
"What to tell children that we have, these fucking year zero?"
"The promises of commitment does not make sense in the long run [...]. Like any other type of investment, have ups and downs. So, if you want to build relationships, keep the necessary distance, if you want your being together is rewarding, you do not offer or ask for commitment. Always leave all doors open.
Residents of Leonia, one of Calvino's Invisible Cities, say, when questioned about it, that their passion is 'the enjoyment of new and different things'. In fact, every morning the people 'wearing brand-new robes, extracts from the most sophisticated refrigerator still unopened tins, listening to the latest nursery rhymes of the last product model'. But every morning 'the remains of yesterday's Leonia await the chariot of spazzaturaio', so that one wonders if the real passion of leoniani rather than being 'the eject, remove the self, the world of a recurrent impurity' '.
Z. Bauman, Liquid Love , Laterza, 2004.
The ease and convenience of the hallway, I think. Every time I read
Bauman me want to cry. This sociologist has eighty-five years and a lot of things to teach.
Talk network and how it has transformed relationships. But this is an old story and now there are whole libraries on this issue. It is known that the term 'network' indicates a context in which it is easy to enter and exit easy. Quoting Vasco Brondi I can think of a phrase that says "do not have to be with me at all." I do not ask anything, and you, please, do the same.
addition to the 'virtual relationships', increasingly widespread and disturbing, there is another aspect that has greatly changed the relationship between human beings. It's called insecurity.
existential uncertainty that has made us more than humanly weak, unable to make decisions when you include the other. Bauman would say that there are "individualized" and then everyone thinks for himself. We want many people around, we want many friends, too many perhaps. One hundred, two hundred.
Social relations seem to work better since there is Facebook. 180 million individuals who have given their lives to a social network, maybe it's just a gimmick to fuck all, guinea pigs and reduce us to study our profiles. A huge marketing experiment in which we do not notice it either.
continue to expose ourselves, exhibit, all in a big window and then back out and feel the anguish of real contact, the one with the people we meet body to body.
crisis, job insecurity have made the man incapable of forming relationships real, stable and durable.
not find work, are graduates, young people sent resumes everywhere and found nothing. None. So maybe I'll have to go and I go to leave this fucking town where I was born, my parents, my friends, my girlfriend and this sea. No, I would not tie myself to the people.
know I was wrong, wrong. My ex left me and I suffered for years. Since then I have never linked to anyone. And I do not know where to go, certainly not stay here for life, so why tie? Meanwhile I see a lot of people, but when I know a girl that I like I avoid to get attached because you never know.
The squalor of love relationships in the post-modern. Vacuum.
Then I reminded him again, Vasco Brondi. He sums up the whole way:
"What to tell children that we have, these fucking year zero?" 
"The promises of commitment does not make sense in the long run [...]. Like any other type of investment, have ups and downs. So, if you want to build relationships, keep the necessary distance, if you want your being together is rewarding, you do not offer or ask for commitment. Always leave all doors open.
Residents of Leonia, one of Calvino's Invisible Cities, say, when questioned about it, that their passion is 'the enjoyment of new and different things'. In fact, every morning the people 'wearing brand-new robes, extracts from the most sophisticated refrigerator still unopened tins, listening to the latest nursery rhymes of the last product model'. But every morning 'the remains of yesterday's Leonia await the chariot of spazzaturaio', so that one wonders if the real passion of leoniani rather than being 'the eject, remove the self, the world of a recurrent impurity' '.
Z. Bauman, Liquid Love , Laterza, 2004.
The ease and convenience of the hallway, I think. Every time I read
Bauman me want to cry. This sociologist has eighty-five years and a lot of things to teach.
Talk network and how it has transformed relationships. But this is an old story and now there are whole libraries on this issue. It is known that the term 'network' indicates a context in which it is easy to enter and exit easy. Quoting Vasco Brondi I can think of a phrase that says "do not have to be with me at all." I do not ask anything, and you, please, do the same.
addition to the 'virtual relationships', increasingly widespread and disturbing, there is another aspect that has greatly changed the relationship between human beings. It's called insecurity.
existential uncertainty that has made us more than humanly weak, unable to make decisions when you include the other. Bauman would say that there are "individualized" and then everyone thinks for himself. We want many people around, we want many friends, too many perhaps. One hundred, two hundred.
Social relations seem to work better since there is Facebook. 180 million individuals who have given their lives to a social network, maybe it's just a gimmick to fuck all, guinea pigs and reduce us to study our profiles. A huge marketing experiment in which we do not notice it either.
continue to expose ourselves, exhibit, all in a big window and then back out and feel the anguish of real contact, the one with the people we meet body to body.
crisis, job insecurity have made the man incapable of forming relationships real, stable and durable.
not find work, are graduates, young people sent resumes everywhere and found nothing. None. So maybe I'll have to go and I go to leave this fucking town where I was born, my parents, my friends, my girlfriend and this sea. No, I would not tie myself to the people.
know I was wrong, wrong. My ex left me and I suffered for years. Since then I have never linked to anyone. And I do not know where to go, certainly not stay here for life, so why tie? Meanwhile I see a lot of people, but when I know a girl that I like I avoid to get attached because you never know.
The squalor of love relationships in the post-modern. Vacuum.
Then I reminded him again, Vasco Brondi. He sums up the whole way:
"What to tell children that we have, these fucking year zero?"
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