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In da club

It will be that the dear Mau, at the time, I homage card No. 1, but starting to feel like a Club on Thursday, with the dear old bunch of SuperGiovane and a good supply of bottles.

[Now I know it does not matter much, but "good supply", in my head ill, has come up with this dialogue (from Rambo - Ted Kotcheff, 1982):

- Sheriff Teasle "E would tell me that two hundred men against his Marines are not in a position to win? "
- Colonel Trautman: "If we send so many men do not forget one thing."
- Teasle Sheriff: "What?"
- Trautman: "A good supply of stretchers."]

Poi ad esempio, si potrebbe dire che in una situazione del genere , al club non ci sarebbe tutta 'sta calma intorno a Dylan, a meno che non siano le 5 del mattino con un goccio di Lucano da finire e l'ultima cazzata da modellare.

Però Pino, Peppe, Joe Santiago per il grande pubblico e Johnny Cash (anzi, levate pure il cognome) per i tesserati, con quella faccia fuori dal tempo, suona pure meglio di Dylan.
Ora gli (ci) mancano solo dei testi come questo. Che poi altro non è che il pezzo con cui mi sono svegliato e che no, proprio non se ne va:


LOVE MINUS ZERO/NO LIMIT
 
My love she speaks like silence,
Without ideals or violence,
She doesn't have to say she's faithful,
Yet she's true, like ice, like fire.
People carry roses,
Make promises by the hours,
My love she laughs like the flowers,
Valentines can't buy her.

In the dime stores and bus stations,
People talk of situations,
Read books, repeat quotations,
Draw conclusions on the wall.
Some speak of the future,
My love she speaks softly,
She knows there's no success like failure
And that failure's no success at all.

The cloak and dagger dangles,
Madams light the candles.
In ceremonies of the horsemen,
Even the pawn must hold a grudge.
Statues made of match sticks, Crumble into
One Another,
My love winks, she does not bother, She knows too much to
Argue or to judge.

The bridge at midnight trembles, The country doctor rambles
,
Bankers' nieces seek perfection, Expecting all the gifts
That wise men bring.
The Wind Howls like a hammer, The night blows
cold and rainy, My love she's like
Some
raven At my window with a broken wing.

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Barefoot

eyes wide open and fixed passively reflect the sea and the sky. Soon everyone would be back home drinking a cup of tea in the family dining room table. For the time wanted to live with the minimum of expenditure, saving gestures, words, thoughts, play dead: they had only one day to erase wrinkles, goose feet, the folds of love that does the job week.
one day. They felt scroll the minutes of the fingers, they would have had time to amass enough for youth to start again on Monday morning?
Breathe in the air because the sea gives life; only their breathing regular and deep as those of the dormant bear witness of their lives. I walked on tiptoe, I did not know what to do with my body hard and cool in the midst tragic that these people rested.
The sea was now slate, rose slowly.

(from Nausea - Jean-Paul Sartre, 1938)

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With property due

For then one tends to get a lot of blowjobs (apart from the usefulness of the literal sense, I mean) and think that no, indeed yes, maybe once it was so, however, see it differently now. With the sun. The night and the mess that goes under on Collins Avenue. Cats blacks with feet, paws, and white. And the vodka martini. In the Easy Keysy. Unless
Then comes the usual, annoying and distracted false presumptuous conclusion. I was satisfied with my game at least .