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"Quanno if joking, they must be 'serious!"

(from Il Marchese del Grillo , 1981)

Ultimately that is not able to speak so well. The fact is that I get distracted and think of nothing else, or I think the thing that I was just that, but I think so much (in relation to the timing of a normal conversation, I mean) that at this point, given the inevitable evolution of dialogue, it makes more sense to sit silent. In addition, historically, are a disaster, not in the sense that I am a disaster through the history of my life, but just in the history of the world and of men, so that I can not finish anything in context with consequent loss of credibility.
that must be why the once again gave me a obtuse. Dull, you know? Mica asshole, asshole, whore, idiot, traitor, and the like, no, stupid (it is clear that only people who can worship crashing in this way): "significantly restricted in intuitive abilities, intellectual, sensory." Considerably. Ok, it's just his "collection of complicated words" But then he told me other things and I - what never happened nor repeated - taken scarf and coat and went out of the house (which, for the record, it was his ) but I digress.

was to say how unbearable sense of helplessness that I could not find the right words exception made for some generic insult. And I also happen to be wrong this wonder which are the connective sometimes. So often I get along with silence, because to my interlocutors I certainly can not ask you to wait a few minutes and shit, sleep, sound, pedal boats, cook, stare at the ceiling or any other point in space, I massage my temples, I get the stairs, I squeeze points blacks, sip from the glass, I read (with the typical result of having to go back several pages because the eyes have gone ahead but his head no and then what the hell you want to understand), in short, all those situations where the few remaining neurons are set in motion pending discussions and remember only in my head and then being able - in ovvio e clamoroso ritardo - a trovare risposte e argomenti almeno decenti.

Successe la stessa cosa un paio di anni fa, a casa dei miei, in attesa del caffè dopo pranzo. Credo fosse all’interno della rubrica settimanale a cura di Vincenzo "è tutto bello e imperdibile" Mollica, in coda al Tg1:

- Papà (di stima verso la condizione fisica): “Come sta bene, o no? Ma quanti anni ha?"

- Cirello (sciolto): “Credo sicuramente più di novanta”

- Mamma (la sentence production in the north): "We think that was good, guardagli hands, that is one that has never worked!"

- Cirella: "..."

My mother cabbage, the sweetness of my mother.

was silent for a bit 'with the chilling phrase that pounded against my idea of \u200b\u200bthe world and things for which we live: "Mario Monicelli has never worked, Mario Monicelli has never worked, Mario Monicelli has never worked .... "

again in the situation described above. And even at that time I was able to argue to Umberto Eco, to say

but then I realize that the problem of Stupidity has the same value of the metaphysical problem of evil, even more, because you can even think of ( gnostically) that evil can nest removed as the bosom of the Deity, but the Gods can not conceive of the host and stupidity, and therefore the mere presence of the stupid Cosmo could testify in the Death of God

Nor, I know, as Donald Duck:

sapete bene che è il momento dei miei dieci minuti di ginnastica.

Così, presi (a ragione) la frase di mamma come un attacco frontale alla mia laurea e a tutto quel mondo che scrive, dipinge, scolpisce, compone, studia, ricerca, suona, legge, dirige, fotografa. In poche parole, le persone che non si spaccano la schiena nei campi, che quindi (chiudiamo semplicemente il cerchio) “non hanno mai lavorato.”

Poi pensai a quella puntata dei Simpson in cui la famiglia deve decidere dove andare per la consueta gita domenicale e alla fine - tra la proposta splatter di Bart, quella crepuscolare di Marge e quella on fairs and exhibitions of edible things idiots typical Homer - won the cultural wing, to Lisa: the book fair.

Now, can you imagine the tears and the personal tragedy of Homer, with some already in the lead hectolitre of beer or a trip on the Duff blimp, but the majority, at times, also won a Spingfield, then tap Accept: ;

"But what the hell are books? I've got only one bed, Uncle Tom's Cabin and I was taught that not only judge a man by the color of the skin. What the hell are books? Buaaaaaaaaaah! Buaaaaaaah "

Behold, this was my answer. But I do not think he went to sign.

No funeral or extreme unction (as I want, however, with the addition of cremation, just upstream?), And in style with the character, as well as the jump from the fifth floor: "Gypsy" until at the end .

And please, 'A bit of respect, is a dead body! " (from Toto and Carolina, 1955)

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- Cindy: "How will I know the signal?"

- Colonel John Matrix: "Because you'll blow up the earth."

(from Commando - Mark L. Lester, 1985)

Not that I believed a lot. And then I was distracted a lot. Full of wild boar to come. But at least a couple of tiny grains of sand I thought to take off. And yet.

Okay I am a young ingenuotto sensitive to the charm of the plot, but tho to find the Holy Grail, or who was the employer of Lee Oswald, died because a Jimi Hendrix, who c 'behind Ustica and Piazza Fontana and Della Loggia, and the Italicus station of Bologna, Mattei, Pasolini and De Mauro, to where the hell was Atlantis, weapons of mass destruction in Iraq, because there are more to Ilaria Alpi and Miran Hrovatin, who has committed suicide and Sergio Castellari Giuseppe Pinelli God forbid, I did not expect this or other answers.

And yes there would be questions to ask: that is to say, but there have been serious about the moon or were actually inside the Universal Studios? Who stole my first copy on the road during the festive New Year's Eve 2000? Salvatore Giuliano was him or his brother? And the monster of Loch Ness, there is serious? Tell me once and for all, La Gioconda, who is he? Maybe an alien? What in the hell is 51? Sti heck of crop circles, as they do? And those three Swiss Guards died in '98, we never say what happens in the Vatican? For example, why De Pedis in Sant'Apollinare? Orlandi E Emaunela? E Calvi? And Shroud? And Pope John Paul I? Paul McCartney, is him or a double? The sewers of New York, as well as mice, are actually full of giant alligators? Why was it put in place and scuppered the Borghese coup? Who made out, Fabrizio Fabrizi, "the lawyer for the police," there behind the covered market? And those 140 of the Moby Prince? Why Stop Riina after 25 years on the run and instead of searching the house, get up surveillance then find them again a few days later - the house, not surveillance - clean and repainted, really are so awkwardly brilliant? Where the fuck is the treasure of the Templars? Quell'1 E-1 with Cameroon at the World '82?

really explain everything with 61 colleges to zero for the house of freedom (not yet turned into the people) in the policies of Sicily in 2001 (two to mica in an area Cesarini, no, 61 to zero. Sixty-one)?

But above all, Monica Lewinsky, he swallowed?

None of this I said, no collapse of the world, nothing supersegretimisteriosiincredibilmente revealed. No, it goes well, a couple of steps of various weapons and ships and bowlers then reveal that Erdogan is an "Islamic threat" that Gaddafi "use Botox," that Kim Jong-il is "old and flabby" that Merkel is "very creative" and so delighting, not forgetting the true revelation, what he called Berlusconi as "incompetent, vain and ineffective."

In short and without too many blowjobs, one would think that if The Italian government is dead following a cubist minor and for the rest of the crap, then a good third world war (so I make my debut behind the barricades, "Cirelli: without a shred of weapon - except for the hands and feet - try to sort out behind the dumpsters with his usual clever tactics. Undeservedly is mowed by a hail of gunfire in the third minute before being able to throw your heart over the obstacle. Do not judge.) May well come out a couple of bar gossip. Or from social networks. Thank goodness I keep a wide berth. Mica bars, of course.

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It often happens that I agree with the things you read and who writes them. Also because there is a subtle sort of satisfaction in being in front of what one thinks and would like to say but (I confess senza bisogno di assoluzioni) scritto molto meglio. E poi perché sono convinto che leggere pensieri altrui sia un buon mezzo per formarsene uno proprio. Di pensiero, intendo.
Michele Serra è tra questi, uno a volte persino più retorico di me (motivo for which I have almost stopped following Crosetti), but that often fails to catch my mood.
I thought of this while reading from The Hammock last November 25. But together, I also thought that I have 56 years.
And while writing it out from the coffers of a re-evaluation version The Times They Are a-Changin ' (MTV Unplugged in - Bob Dylan, 1994) , suggests further anxiety and awareness of not be there to understand much. In life insurance, I say.

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Gli studenti tornano per le strade, salgono sui tetti, occupano, sfilano, gridano. Per quelli della mia età alle ovvie preoccupazioni di genitore si somma il peso di una memoria suggestiva ma ingombrante, quella dei nostri vent' anni. L' entusiasmo ebbe un prezzo. Lo sfregio del fanatismo imbrattò molte pagine di quel libro di vita. La politica ci crebbe, ci insegnò molto, ci accese di passione ma ci esentò dalla fatica del dubbio (per quello c' era tempo). Ma nell' istante stesso in cui formulo questi pensieri, che danno corpo all' istinto di protezione, che danno voce all' esperienza dell' adulto, subito mi taccio. La scena è loro, la vita anche, di raccomandazioni giudiziose non sanno what to do. Among languish in cynicism and surrender to a passion, a twenty years' I would not have doubts. They pass on the street, I watch them from the sidewalk, incredible how few years the parties have reversed. I could do it, I would pray for their safety, physical and intellectual - he did not bribe you ever thought. If at least put something a bit 'heavier when climbing on roofs or are around all day. With those damn jackets, jeans and a fine ass, take a lot of cold. MICHELE SERRA

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Mafioso to whom?

We had spent over the fingers. I also closed my eyes. I used to slide your index finger over the entire surface. From top to bottom. Then when I passed the hole, half nail is stranded. I used up all the windows. Sometimes the holes came the entire finger, sometimes half. Then I increased the speed along the smooth surface in a disordered come se il mio dito fosse una sorta di verme impazzito che entrava e usciva dai buchi, superava gli avvallamenti, scorrazzando sul vetro. Sin quando il polpastrello mi si tagliò di netto. Continuai a strisciarlo lungo la vetrina lasciando un alone acquoso rosso porpora. Aprii gli occhi. Un dolore sottile, immediato. Il buco si era riempito di sangue. Smisi di fare l'idiota e iniziai a succhiare la ferita.
I fori del kalashnikov sono perfetti.

(da Gomorra - Roberto Saviano, 2006)

Il Giornale, a margine di un povero e sconfortante editoriale del direttore Vittorio Feltri, propone una raccolta firme contro Roberto Saviano, reo di dare del mafioso al Nord, con la capital (which he did not say this, but okay).

Now, feel free to throw out the decades Antimafia reports on these facts (which is what Saviano, for instance), just remember that "the Scarlet Pimpernel of Corleone" Luciano Leggio (or Liggio, power of typists, for Andolini who became Corleone) was arrested for the second time - he, like Iovine and Lo Nigro and many others, smiling to the photographers - in Ripamonti, Milan. In 1974.
Or, if you do not want to go so far back, on 29 October, the Camorra Raffaele Guarino, was killed with three pistol shots at him. At his home. A Medesano, Parma .

Insomma, più che da Feltri, andrei a bussare - e firmare - da Articolo 21: "per Roberto Saviano (che dà del mafioso ai mafiosi)" .

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E' sempre ua figata tornare a trafficare con la pellicola, sì, va beh, per digitalizzarla, ma non è questo il punto.
Allora si accumulano cd sopra il tavolino e dopo il Requiem di Verdi (mica cazzi) mi sono fermato qui, mentre passava il fotogramma 17A (1Z per la questura):

Ophelia, la seta e le ombre nere ti avvolgono leggere,
ma dormi ormai e sentirai cadenze di liuto...
Ophelia non puoi sapere quante vicende ha visto il mondo,
ma forse sai e lo dirai con magiche parole...
Ophelia your words to the wind are lost in time, but who wants
will be in the clink corroded ...

(from Ophelia in Two years later - Frank Sinatra, 1970)

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E 'which had just left rusciu de lu lu sea and did not want to stop for the gas, turn the key and turn off the machine. So the radio. And singing.
So, though - quite rightly - do not you could care less, I declare that to an average of about ninety miles per hour, subject to the grizzled (two passengers) guarantees at least 52 km.

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but I do not know that flowers in the hair of other loves flowers that I did not die


( According Intermezzo in All we died barely - Fabrizio De Andrè, 1968 )

The Scream Allison. Dawn is there, inside the cradle. Supine. With his mouth open, almost smiling. White shirt and diaper. Small, lying between the folds of a blanket turquoise, blue, sea green. Dunno, not that much interest. And a stuffed pink elephant to her feet.
"These are all problems that you should not even think when you have a healthy and honest drug" , said Renton.
In fact they were all together, stretched on the floor in the other room, he and Spud, the "mother superior" and Tommy. Employed to do. Nobody had noticed that Dawn had died, possibly of starvation, we can not know. Including Sick Boy, for the first time conscious of being a father. He had left there, alone among all the others, who now knew that her daughter .

do not know why, but I thought this scene by reading a three year old child who does not see his mother before he found the bathroom floor. Dead. Probably for the fall after fainting due to diabetes. So yes, we could make a nice surprise to mom when she wakes up. The neighbor found him there, on the ground too, peaceful. He had brought the game back, on the bathroom floor. Scattered in order as only children can. And who knows what happens when you realize that if there is life there is even the opposite, when you mix - without necessarily making sense - all words that identify the seasons of life: birth, childhood, puberty, pre-adolescence, adolescence, adulthood. And then adults. Then again old.
So in retrospect, he is right to say that Dad has always been young when their parents are still there, a tuck. And remember the handkerchief.

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- To the delight of all began the year centoseiesima Big Brother, as usual, full of human cases that the intention should represent all of Italy and not only mental health centers closed with too much haste. Do look at the records

There Nando, who participates, to kill his ex-envy that instead, I suppose, in the meantime, if you're hitting great. What or who we can not know. But with envy.

Rosa, whose ambition is to get in the judiciary but are the dream of becoming a stage actress. Rosa Brava, the road these days, it seems to me the right one.

Julian, who works as "the companion of man." And I think giusto fermarsi qui.

Il bell’uomo della stagione dovrebbe essere Davide, direttamente dai Grandi Alberghi di Montesilvano, uno che, stimolato a dovere, non dovrebbe aver problemi ad andare di lingua, come dicono a Parigi, in curriculum vanta la conoscenza di italiano (ma questo lo scopriremo presto), olandese, inglese, francese, spagnolo, tedesco (e questo, forse, non lo scopriremo mai).

Guendalina “non potrebbe mai rinunciare ad andare al parrucchiere”, e dalla foto avrei dei dubbi, se non altro sulle qualità del parrucchiere.

Il violinista, arrangiatore, producer e modello Alessandro, si dichiara appassionato di filosofie orientali e – ma va? – tra i suoi libri preferiti c’è Siddharta. Ma questo avrei potuto dirvelo pure io. Allora non vado avanti.

In attesa delle prime tette, scopate, bestemmie, risse, culi, cazzi, rutti, scorregge, “il mestruo, la pipì e la pupù” , che ogni quotidiano farà a gara per mostrarci. Per solo senso del dovere, intendiamoci.

- La notizia del mese arriva dalla dottoressa Lesley Walzer (voto 7,5 all’idea di ricerca) del Cancer Research UK (a breve documentario BBC): "Sesso orale (10) e tumore (0) alla bocca. Esiste un collegamento." Non so quale sia il rimedio della dottoressa però mi piacerebbe (non per spirito laido, mind you) to see her with her man. Already I can imagine such a situation:
you (as he disappears with his head between his legs): "No no dear, you've already told you two hours ago that you may be a tumor in her throat ... go ... Do you understand? ... to go ... and ... yes ... no ... yes ... ".
you (in the opposite situation, with him in a position of unequivocal invitation only): "No dear, you've already told you two hours ago, could come to me a tum ...." He
: "Yes, yes ..."
not know about you, but because of the impact, a cancer risk to me willingly. E credo di poter farmi portavoce di tutte le (perlomeno “mie”) donne. Presenti, passate e future.

- “Dopo l’Addaura Emanuele mi disse: in quell’attentato c’entra la Polizia.” , a parlare, dopo 21 anni di paura, è Gianmarco Piazza , fratello di Emanuele, collaboratore del Sisde, scomparso nel 1990, qualche mese dopo aver contribuito a sventare l’attentato contro Falcone e famiglia, lì a sud della spiaggia di Mondello.
Chissà se si saprà mai chi c’è dietro questa verità che si porta dietro poliziotti morti, probabilmente ammazzati da altri poliziotti.
Allora, ancora una volta, mi tornano alla mente the words of Giuseppe Ayala, who summed up the dialogue with the aftermath of the failed attempt Falcone:
"We looked and there was no mention in mind the same thing to both, but this just is mafia?"

- Somewhat inexplicably, Ciro Ferrara (7.5 and as a defender) is the new under-21 coach: "I'm not Lippe" . I appreciate the stance but I would have preferred an outing (it says so right?) Stronger, you know, like, "I'm not a coach .

- Back on the shields Rocco Buttiglione: "Being gay is objectively wrong" . Who knows se saprà di essere oggettivamente un coglione.

- Alessandra Mussolini s’incazza e ricorda: “Meglio fascista che frocio!”

- Berlusconi para e affonda di fioretto: “Meglio appassionato di belle ragazze che gay.”

- Il Giornale: "Il bunga bunga di Fini" (e relativa vignetta con Berlusconi che corre dietro a Fini, entrambi nudi, con il secondo che urla “no, il bunga bunga no!!”)

- Famiglia Cristiana: "E' malato."

- Libero: "L’elisir di bunga vita. Il premier si sveglia: a Bruxelles risolve i conti, a Napoli i rifiuti."

- Il Manifesto: "Uragano Ruby"

- Mick Jagger : "Goodbye, Ruby Tuesday / Who could hang a name on you? / When you change with every new day / Still I'm gonna miss you..."

- Kaiser Chiefs : "Ruby, Ruby, Ruby, Ruby
Do you, do you, do you, do you
Know what you're doing, doing, to me
Ruby, Ruby, Ruby, Ruby

Due to lack of interest
Tomorrow is canceled
Let the clocks be reset
And the pendulums held"

- Nel frattempo, Cirello, in viaggio con Dylan (min 6:14) e De Andrè (4:40) sulla A24, attende il giorno in cui questo Casanova da basso impero venga violentato sulla via da lui stesso creata. Quella della Povertà (e qui di fianco metteteci quello che vi pare).

- E niente, fermo restando la miseria di tutto ciò, mi son tornate in mente le parole di quella che, per qualche istante, è stata leader dell’opposizione: “Non posso stare con un uomo che frequenta minorenni […]. Figure di vergini che si offrono per rincorrere il successo” ( Veronica Lario , 3 maggio 2009).

- Bruno Vespa, al solito sempre sul pezzo, dirige una puntata promozionale con i protagonisti di Benvenuti al Sud (uscito al cinema proprio in questi giorni, October 1 ...). Incredulous and confused that it expected a model of the police headquarters in Milan.

- In all this sadness by defenders of "his own business, I think about how difficult it is to have a daughter of an age that boh, already decide who is the parent, and try to explain to her that no, the other virtues.
Still hoping it does not answer us, quoting the class of Immanuel Casto: "But why should I learn the subjunctive if they are so good to open up your ass?"

- After 84 years and 40 million cars produced is officially Pontiac died, she swallowed up by General Motors without even a burp of satisfaction finale. Al limite una conveniente scorreggia (perché si sa, come si diceva - per evidenti motivi - in camper verso la baviera: “se la loffa è una litigata, la scorreggia è una risata”) in un consiglio d’amministrazione. Niente più eredi, l’albero genealogico si chiude qui. Una cosa contro natura. Come i genitori che sopravvivono ai propri figli. Ma il rombo e quella silhoutte da mangia asfalto li ricorderò anche se di macchine e motori non me n’è mai fregato alcunché. Ma delle cose belle, sì. Allora, in un certo senso, basterà poco, sarà sufficiente riguardare la Pontiac Le Mans del 1971 di Gene Hackman ( Il braccio violento della legge - William Friedkin, 1971), the Pontiac Trans Am en Grand Prix of 1979 in the final states of Steve McQueen (The Hunter - Buzz Kulik, 1980), Trans Am, 1973 stolen by Jeff Bridges ( A twenty gauge Specialist - Michael Cimino, 1974), and then goes well, yes, the Pontiac Firebird TransAm 1982, driven by Michael Knight (real name, remember, Michael Long).

- "Valeria Marini as Anita Ekberg. Trevi Fountain lives the sweet life" (TgCom). Okay, keep in mind.

- Alexander, long ago, in response to those who asked what he was doing as di ingegnere del suono: “Cerco di abbattere il rumore.”

- Allora passo alla cronaca locale: brindisi e risa di giubilo in camera di Cirello, dove finalmente (ringraziando il Mono per la consulenza e Fiorenzo per la malattia) si potrà ascoltare musica in maniera decente (perché spesso le cose vecchie risultano sistematicamente più belle?), senza fruscii apprezzabili.

Fino a questo momento, mentre suona The Great Gig in the Sky , superati alcuni attimi iniziali di timore dovuti a collegamenti sbagliati sulla cassa di destra, ecco la scaletta:

Da brividi:
- Everything in Its Right Place (from Kid A - Radiohead, 2000)

For gasarsi:
- Kashmir (from Physical Graffiti - Led Zeppelin, 1975)

before sleep, with books and thoughts:
- Nebraska (the entire album - Bruce Springsteen, 1982)

Since the closing of the book, to lull his thoughts remained in the dark horse:
- Pat Garrett & Billy the Kid (all 's album - Bob Dylan, 1973) First

eyes open, with milk and hot dishes to wash:
- Ninth Symphony in D minor (Ludwig van Beethoven 1824)

Let's see how it goes with a sound dirty
- The Complete Recordings (all - Robert Johnson, 1936/1937) to scream

:
- Thunder Road (from In Concert MTV Plugged - Bruce Springsteen, 1993)

Okay, let's see if it sounds really good:
- In the court of the crimson king (all - King Crimson, 1969)

And yes, waiting I launch the final component, I would say that we have.