Italish or Engliano?

...languages are interesting...talking (surprise) of English and Italian, a lot of words are very similar (thanks to Latin) but they sound really funny for the way you usually take the last vowel off (from I to E) or add an -o at the end (from E to I): like stupido and stupid, but I can think more rude one which is better to avoid...but then there are words that have no direct translation a part from a long sentence to get around it...like shallow (for water, we have to say not deep or low) or hangover (to denote maybe how much more beer English drink more than Italians)...it's funny also to note that in Dutch and German, for some weird reason, hangover translates with Kater, Cat...?!?...(too liberal in Amsterdam, uh?)...

but what about borrowing words from other languages...terrible, like the Finnish pitsa or makaroon for pizza and a type of pasta...or tha Italian station-wagon (for a family car ?!?) or playback (for lip-singing)...

le lingue, che disastri...parlando di Italiano e Inglese, sorpresa sorpresa, molte parole sono simili, grazie al Latino, peró fa ridere come per passare dall'It all'Ing si levi una vocale o viceversa si aggiunga, di solito, una o oppure si pronunci la i ai (ci sarebbe un esempio ma é troppo volgare, eheh)...ci sono poi parole che non hanno traduzione, come shallow (noi diciamo acqua bassa e alta, o poco profonda) e hangover (che sia forse un indice di quanta birra in piú bevono sti inglesi?), che in Tedesco e Olandese diventa Kater, gatto...fumano ad Amsterdam, eh?...

altro caso sono le parole prese in prestito, tipo in Finlandese pitsa e makaroon per pizza e il tipo di pasta...o che dire di station-wagon e cantare in playback, che in Inglese non hanno nessun senso? boh?

x V*

circondata da dragoni cinesi
la strega si incammina nel bosco
mentre ciondoli brillanti
si intravedono perfettamente nelle fessure
chissà se ci sarà…

anarchiche bacchette
sollevano invisibili pietanze
mentre flussi irregolari
irrorano tese membra
chissà se ci sarà un modo…

rilassate pupille si fissano
calde dita si confrontano
questa volta
senza né vinti né vincitori
chissà se ci sarà un modo per piacerti…

bianche dame danzano
e fiumi di miele scorrono
nella tana dell'angelo
senza crudeli intenzioni

chissà se ci sarà un modo per piacerti,domani

surrounded by Chinese dragons
the witch walks in the wood
while sparkling pendants
are perfectly glimpsed in splits
I wonder if there will be…

anarchic sticks
raise invisible dishes
while irregular flows
sprinkle tense limbs
I wonder if there will be a way…

relaxed pupils stare
warm fingers fight
this time
without a winner
I wonder if there will be a way you like me…

white ladies dance
and honey rivers flow
in the den of the angel
without cruel intentions

I wonder if there will be a way you like me,
tomorrow

...l'ho ovviamente scritta riferendomi ad una ragazza, ma credo si adatti al tuo ultimo post... ;-)

...I obviously wrote this for a girl, but I guess it suits your last post... ;-)

little annoying things

...I might be getting old, but I like things straight...

- no, you can't get an iced cappuccino...it just doesn't make sense, unless you can freeze the froth...

- yes, in Italy we do rest after lunch but no, we don't call it siesta...it's the Mexicans...

- oh yeah, we Italians all dress in white open shirts and golden chains to show our hairy chest and make our big mamas proud...

...good old common places...they're the basic form of generalisation but in the end they're more right than wrong, aren't they? I mean, French invented perfumes 'cause they smell, right? ;-P

middle ages / medio evo

the vatican just released a document stating that people who have overcome their tendency to be gay can be ordered priests...it's a mortal sin but you can cure it with prayers and penitence...shall we tell them the middle ages are over? we might go back burning some witches too...that would be a good idea for a reality show...

il vaticano ha pubblicato un documento in cui annuncia che i gay che non seguono la loro tendenza omosessuale per tre anni possono essere fatti preti...é un peccato mortale ma si sa, con la preghiera e una confessione si supera tutto...gli facciamo sapere che il medio evo é finito? altrimenti si torna alla caccia alle streghe...sotto forma di reality tv...

www

..non é strano come a volte si incontra qualcuno di persona e non ci si fida neanche a dirgli il nostro nome, poi invece ci si trova a proprio agio con una persona su internet e le si racconta tutto...

...isn't it weird how sometimes you are introduced to someone in person and you don't even trust telling him your name, then on the net you open yourself completely to a total stranger 'cause you feel so comfortable with it...

slow ride, take it easy

I know how fast you can go

with your car

but isn't it just nice

to take a walk

and get the world around

in you?

HSX

I'm too sentimental and too stingy to be good at this, but since it's free why not try it? HSX is the Hollywood Stock Exchange, join for free and get 2 million $ to play with...so I've bought shares of Memoirs of a geisha (one of the best books I've ever read) and Martin Henderson (a kiwi actor Emily went to school with)...yeah, not a chance uh?

sono troppo sentimentalista e troppo tirchio x giochi simili, ma visto che é gratis provare non nuoce...si chiama HSX, la Borsa di Hollywood, iscrivendosi si ricevono 2 milioni di $ da investire in attori e film...io mi son preso azioni del film Memoir of a Geisha (uno dei miei libri preferiti) e di Martin Henderson, un attore neozelandese ex compagno di scuola di Emily...si, ciao...

Murphy's Blog Laws

-post something interesting, nobody will visit your blog; post something stupid and at least 100 people will look at it and never, ever come back...

-post the tiniest little photo, just to make the post more interesting, and it will clog even the largest broadband...

-change just one comma in the blog's template, and it will look like a game of Scrabble with the national dyslexic team...and of course you will not be able to remember which comma you've changed...

-don't even try to link a website you like: your grandma will try the link and she'll be redirected to a porn site...

-don't get too excited when you get a comment...you probably have forgotten the antisplog off and you will be redirected to the same website as your grandma!

do you like swimming? that's because you are a PISCES...

as you all have probably understood by the randomness of my posts, I like talking...I could start a conversation from nothing and about nothing and keep on going for hours...I used to be very shy and then one day I started talking and never stoppped...but I know when to shut up and what subject to discuss with different people...some people don't, usually the ones that come out with the most boring aspects of their lifes...really, I don't care if your cat looked sooo human this morning, if your tomatoes are growing well, what you're going to do with the money when you win the lotto (as if), what start sign you are and you don't need to tell me every single joke from the last Friends' episode (or the Simpsons' or any movie for that matter)...oh yeah, no I don't want to know about that time you got sooo drunk, thanks...

la gelosia

being in a relationship it like being on a diet: you can look at the menu but you don't order...I mean, should I just look at ugly girls and at the floor?

essere in una coppia é simile ad essere in dieta: si puó guardare il menu ma non si puó ordinare...voglio dire, devo guardare solo le brutte e il pavimento?

1,317,947,512...

well dear all, according to the deathclock that's how many more seconds I have to love, my departure time being Monday 2nd Sept 2047, at the early age of 74...stuff that, at 74 I'll still be writing this blog and posting stupid pics of me (who knows where from...)!

...sono i secondi che mi mancano fino alla morte il 2 di Sett 2047, secondo il sito orologio della morte...all'etá di 74...si ciao, a quell'etá saró ancora qui a scrivere il blog e a pubblicare stupide foto di me (chissá da dove...)!

adult's imaginary friend / l'amico immaginario degli adulti

a lot of talking lately about God, creationism and designs more or less intelligent...people attack each other on matters not even near human comprehension, as if by doing so it will grant them some sort of salvation...we're not sure about the existence of any God...we're not sure what we are (body, soul, brains?)...I'm not even sure what I'm going to do in ten minutes, for all that matters...so what's all this arguing about? why to be so scared of something we don't even know?

ultimamente si sente molto parlare di Dio, di creazionismo e disegni + o meno intelligenti...gente che litiga su argomenti che la capacitá umana di comprendere non risolverá mai...peró tutti a prendere posizione, come se ció assicurasse una salvezza quasi certa...non sappiamo neanche se ci sia un dio...non sappiamo neanche cosa noi siamo (anima, corpo, intelligenza?)...io non so cosa faró tra 10 minuti...perché arrabbiarsi tanto? perché aver paura di un qualcosa che non conosciamo?

20.000km from home...

I'm not like them

But I can pretend

The sun is gone

But I have a light

The day is done

But I'm having fun

I think I'm dumb

Or maybe just happy

My heart is broke

But I have some glue

Help me inhale

And mend it with you

We'll float around

And hang out on clouds

Then we'll come down

And have a hangover

Skin the sun

Fall asleep

Wish away

The soul is cheap

Lesson learned

Wish me luck

Soothe the burn

Wake me up

I think I'm dumb

Maybe just happy

DAVID&goliath

and so NZ had, apparently, the first strile in a Starbucks...to connect to my previous post, there were previous strikes in Canada in the 80's, but I'm sure they will go unnoticed. As usual the Unions are missing the point using the people that work in the industry for their own personal reason...no one discusses about the low morality of the company behaviour (and hey, I worked for them in Scotland for almost a year) but legally they are doing what the government is allowing them to do...unions are usually from the left, would they attack a Labour government? I don't think so...it's better to attack a big corporation.

Said that, Starbucks' coffee is quite horrible, and this justifies the fact that it is paid a low price: there are two coffee crops, Arabica and Robusta, and only the first one should be present in a good coffee miscela, like only completely round and dark beans: this doesn't happen in their cafes.

And what about the people that keep on buying the coffee there? Why are they never ever called in? It happens the same with McDonald's: if it's so bad for you why keep on going? Can't you say no to your kids? Well the problem then is you but again it's easier to blame someone else.

If I made shit cakes but organised a very clever advertisment campaign, would you nevertheless buy them?

C'mon, switch your brain on...

technologic

Buy it, use it, break it, fix it,
Trash it, change it, melt - upgrade it,
Charge it, pawn it, zoom it, press it,
Snap it, work it, quick - erase it,
Write it, cut it, paste it, save it,
Load it, check it, quick - rewrite it,
Plug it, play it, burn it, rip it,
Drag and drop it, zip - unzip it,
Lock it, fill it, curl it, find it,
View it, coat it, jam - unlock it,
Surf it, scroll it, pose it, click it,
Cross it, crack it, twitch - update it,
Name it, rate it, tune it, print it,
Scan it, send it, fax - rename it,
Touch it, bring it, obey it, watch it,
Turn it, leave it, stop - format it.

politics...well, sort of...

You are a Social Moderate (55% permissive) and an... Economic Liberal (36% permissive) You are best described as a: Centrist Link: The Politics Test on Ok Cupid Also: The OkCupid Dating Persona Test

all right, I just have some time on my hands... :-)

the best

oh man, aren't you sick of reading everywhere around you "the best book ever written" "the movie we were all waiting for" "music at its best" and so on... stars and points given out thoughtlessly without any real connection to the merit of the act... how many stupid books have you read that should have changed your life, how many cds have you listened to that should have ment a new understanding of life? yeah right... we are living in "let's overrate-land"... and charts everywhere...have you seen the most popular blogs charts? do people that make them really believe that people are so stupid not to see that the first positions are always blogs and sites made by them? why all this nonsense anyway? quis custodiet custodes? don't believe everything you read!

I'm intelligent but I don't apply myself

You Know a Lot About Blogging

You got 5/8 correct! Your not a total blogging geek yet... give it time.

mmmh, thanks...you can try now...

mukpuddy

well since this blog is created in my mind while I'm stationed in NZ, better if I start introducing my kiwi friends...I'm not too much into cartoons but he proposed to give a face to my demons which usually come out into poems...so you all check out what Ryan is up to now!

visto che son qui e non mi venite mai a trovare vi comincio a presentare i miei nuovi amici...non che sia un fan dei cartoni animati come la foto del profilo fa ben intravedere, ma Ryan mi ha promesso che proverá a dare un volto ai demoni che di solito si esprimono attraverso di me in forma di versi...quindi date un'occhiata a cosa combina di bello quando non pensa troppo a Topolina...

L

I feel bad because of your stereotypes
Your coherence is only dullness
Fake bulimic of someone else's life
Pretending to be well
Is already hypocrite enough

First I hated you
Then I hated myself
But if I die I won't be alone
Death kills solitude too

Complain about what you are
Not for what you have
Stop fighting and thinking
Only when your stomach is empty

2B? NT2B? (to be or not to be?)

-compressed version of Romeo&Juliet text style-

-versione compressa di Romeo&Giulietta stile messaggio-

RomeoM falls_w/_ JulietC@mary Secretly

(Romeo Montague falls in love with Juliet Capulet and they marry secretly)

(Romeo Montecchi si innamora di Giulietta Capuleti e si sposano in segreto)

...just pass me some Xanax, pls...

...passa gli antidepressivi, valá...

...post not worth a photo...

...e nn attacco manco 'na foto...

meat market / al mercato del re

Is that a ladder up your tights or the stairway up to heaven?

this was the winner at an international pick up lines competition...

I think mine is better...excuse me, how much?

(for the girlz outta there...just kidding)

hai una scala tra le coscie o é la via per il paradiso?

questa é stata votata la miglior frase per abbordare una ragazza

preferisco la mia

scusa, quanto?

(scherso ragasse...)

TaBuLa RaSa & tHe BuBbLe

what's the best perk of traveling? you can reinvent yourself. No more fear, no more insecurity, no more low self esteem, you're just a new person...the people you meet are a tabula rasa where you can start writing your new life...introduce yourself as a painter without knowing how to use a brush, a musician without being able to read the notes, a dolphins' trainer (oh my, girls love that) without knowing how to swim...it's not pretending or plain lying, it's self-scrutinisizing, getting to know yourself, taking the piss out of yourself to identify your limits and then pass them...living in a safe bubble of comforts identified as our own safety net is, in the end, only materialize our lazyness.

il bonus migliore del viaggiare? ti puoi reinventare...le paure passano, le insicurezze svaniscono, la bassa considerazione di se stessi una cosa del passato...le persone che si incontrano sono una tabula rasa dove poter riscrivere la propria vita...sei u npittore senza saper usare il pennello, un musicista senza sapre leggere le note, un addestratore di delfini (funziona, funziona!) senza saper nuotare...non si tratta di fingere o mentire ma mettersi in dubbio, cominciare a conoscere se stessi, non prendersi sul serio per identificare i propri limiti e quindi superarli...vivere in una bolla di confort confusi per sicurezze in fondo non é altro che rendere reale la propria pigrizia.

oohh...

tiger lily and mother cat

week / settimana

so it's friday again and the w/e starts...well this one is special for me 'cause it will be the last one in my 31st year of this life...then from monday I'm officially older!

I've been lucky though...since I was a student at uni years ago, I've never felt the pressure of the w/e...you know that feeling that you have to do something exciting in the w/e 'cause you've been working all week and, well, it's the w/e...but when I was a student all days could turn into a mad friday night or a lazy sunday afternoon, then when I started working I've always had different shifts whit different days off, which allows you to appreciate what's going on in town on every single day of the week...slow monday, relaxed tuesday, midweek wednesday, tired thursday, mad friday, drunken saturday and lazy sunday...well good w/e to you all, my friends!

é di nuovo venerdi e il w/e ricomincia...e questo sará l'ultimo del mio 31esimo anno di questa vita..poi da lunedi via che si ricomincia con un altro!

come al solito mi sento fortunato...dagli anni all'uni nella boriosa TS non ho mai sentito l'esigenza di dover fare qualcosa di speciale nel w/e solo perché era il w/e e avevo lavorato/studiato tutta la settimana...ogni giorno poteva essere un'occasione x fare qualcosa d'interessante...quando poi ho cominciato a viaggiare e lavorare é stato lo stesso, lavorando con turni e giorni liberi diversi ogni settimana...il che dá l'opportunitá di apprezzare la cittá in cui vivi nei diversi giorni della settimana...i lenti lunedí, i rilassati martedí, il mercoledí che sta in mezzo, i stanchi giovedí, i pazzi venerdí, gli inebriati sabati e le pigre domeniche...in ogni caso, buon w/e amici miei!

ocram

!dnuora yaw rehto eht gninrut m'I tub nwodedispu m'I ylno ton

!oirartnoc la orig am úig ni atset a onos olos non

yrros ,yllis os

etneicifed ehc

3 happy dead kids

we'll never be like you

we're different

you can call us if you want

lost kids

life far from every cliché

look for it it's inside you

we'll never be like you

and my friends like me

who talk to stray dogs

and know how to listen to the birds

and we'll have wings like them

and beaks to scratch

where your lies are weaker

don't try

to intrude our lives

don't try

it won't end well

mai come voi - 3 allegri ragazzi morti

non saremo mai come voi

siamo diversi

puoi chiamarci se vuoi

ragazzi persi
la vita lontana da ogni cliché

cercala è dentro di te

non saremo mai come voi

e i miei amici come me

che parlano ai cani randagi

e che sanno ascoltare gli uccelli

e avremo ali come quelli

e becchi forti per grattare

dove le vostre bugie sono più deboli

non ci provare

non ci provare

ad entrare nelle nostre vite

non ci provare

non ci provare

che finisce male

give me give me

success at two is making a step after the other

at 6 is having a lot of friends
at sixteen is having a driving license
at 20 is sex
at thirty is money
at 50 is money
at sixty is having sex
at 70 having a driving license
at eighty is having a lot of friends
at 90 is making a step after the other

liberté egalité fraternité...maybe...

France is on fire and everybody's acting so surprised...have you ever seen the movie La Haine (Hate)...it was 1995...they blame all the chaos on the immigrants living in the banlieus of Paris and other major cities...do they ever talk about how much French bourgeois are racist? do they ever realise that the only integration that ever happened in the country has been the soccer national team? oh no just blame the poor&black...vive la France!

vi ricordate il film La Haine (L'Odio)? era il '95...quindi cosa c'é da sorprendersi se la Francia é in fiamme? ovviamente tutti ad accusare i poveri immigrati e figli di immigrati e cosí via...perché non si parla dei bourgeois razzisti? perché non ci si rende conto che l'unica integrazione avvenuta é stata la nazionale di calcio? é questa la grandeur?

confuso e felice

keeykeey says, regarding my post "io", that the perception can be changed by acting stupid...

valentina asked me if I'm happier now...

well what I can say is that my acts look really stupid to a lot of people (no career yet?just traveling? move to the other side of the world? what about a house, a car, a dog and a mortgage? any babies yet?) but I'm more than used to that...and I'm happier than ever skipping around sheep, catching the perfect wave, melting with different cultures, watching different stars in the southern sky (I know there's no southern sky but it just sounds nice, ok?)

but you know what? I don't care, or at least I don't as much as before, sometimes it's just annoying keeping on smashing your face on the same walls of stupidity that I just need to shout it out loud somewhere...

but you know what? Carmen Consoli sings Confused&Happy, what about that for me?

you do an awfully good impression of yourself

"I'm going to ask you something and don't get mad"

"Honey, I'm always furious so you can't make me mad"

io

when people form an idea of you, it will follow you forever...you can try as hard as you can to change the perception they have of you, but you won't succed...it's like a mask that glues onto you and you can't take it off...I'm way different from what I was only five years ago but when I go back home a lot of people still remembers me for what I was twenty years ago...is it due to lazyness or to the fact that they haven't changed?

quando ci si fa un'idea di una persona, questa non cambierá, nonostante la persona stessa cambi, cresca, etc...é come una maschera che s'incolla e non si stacca piú...io sono cambiato molto negli ultimi 5 anni peró ancora molte persone mi credono lo stesso di vent'anni fa...sará per pigrizia mentale o perché sono loro a non essere cambiati?

ps black tuesday, as you can guess from the posts...

ps martedí pessimista, come potete notare dai post...

friends we'll be friends

...the moment the crab realised that the garlic and parsley sauce wasn't a good sign...
...il momento in cui il granchietto si accorse che l'aglio e il prezzemolo non erano un buon segno...

the grip / la morsa

people who love you should support you in difficult moments, or at least when difficult decisions have to be made...instead, and very often, they squeeze their grip on you as hard as they can, making you feel guilty for what you do and who you are...their selfishness over what makes you happy...but when they squeeze too hard, things break...

le persone che ti vogliono bene dovrebbero supportarti nei momenti difficili, o perlomeno quando difficili decisioni devono essere prese...invece, molto spesso, ti stringono la morsa attorno, facendoti pesare quello che fai, facendoti sentire in colpa per quello che sei...il loro egoismo al di sopra della tua felicitá...ma se stringono troppo la morsa, le cose poi si rompono...

YUK!

spaghetti on toast...cooked on the bbq...as an Italian pastaman I call it a murder!

li chiamano spaghetti ma sono + simili ai noodles...o a pasta stracotta...spalmati sul pane tostato...che disgrazia!

he and she

Little steps shake the parquet
perfectly polished
creacking.
Bright black shoes advance
worn by female greedy feet
thin.
Sitting, tired, in front of the fireplace
the master of the house knows that it's time to go out.
Grumbling he raises,
grim look toward the companion,
and rippling he starts to leave
passing through the kitchen
full of smells,
the lavishly decked table dominates,
and the master of the house knows that when he'll be back
dinner will be served.
The gate is opened to him,
the lift called for him,
and the main door opened.
The master of the house sighs,
it's cold,
but the hair that covers him will protect him.
And he's not concerned
to be put on a leash,
'cause finally it'll be possible for him

to go to the park to make his needs.
And the master of the house is happy.

RIP Toby

square root of 3

il film non l'ho visto, la morosa del regista se la tira, ma la mia ex Sara ha un ruolo di primo piano, quindi comprate comprate...(dai che scherzo more...)...cosa non si fa per il Friúl...

I haven't seen the movie, the director's girlfriend is really up tight, but my ex girfriend Sara has a main role in it, so buy it buy it...

sadness / tristezza

why are we so obsessed with money? do we really care how much our blog is worth?
perché siamo cosí ossessionati dal denaro? ci interessa davvero sapere quanto vale il nostro blog?

cani e porci / dogs&pigs

dopo la meravigliosa Udinese che tra le sue riserve annumera il figliol prodigo del leader libico, ora papá Gheddafi ha preso il coraggio a quattro mani e si é fatto un sito tutto suo...ma si puó?

after Udinese bought his son to "play" soccer in the Italian Serie A, now Gaddafi Sr. has his own website...were we really missing it?

Vs

sleepless, I fall asleep
dreaming serene nightmares
and in my immovable turning over
I'm listening to mute calls

unusual habits becomes exceptions
while fresh tired thoughts
are crowding far off
in the little vastness of my mind

surrounded by old modernity
drowning in solid waters
I look for groundless assurances
to be saved, damned

I erase unwritten words
wave to unknown people
chase hated girls
watch live movies

random certitudes chase me
while dried thunderstorms
drown insinkable vessels
in rocky seas

now I'm happy
and I shake your hand
but only to you
you who call me strange

mona

age is just a number, right?

che mona!

ps no comments about my builder's tan...

ps no comment sull'abbronzatura da muratore...

downer

Portray sincerity

Act out of loyalty

Defend your free country

Wish away pain

Hand out lobotomies

To save little families

Surrealistic fantasy

Bland boring plain

Hold me now in restitution

Living out your date of fusion

In our whole fleece is your master

Don't feel guilty, master writing

Somebody said that they're not much like I am

I know I can

Make enough up the words

You go along

I'll sing your song

Sickening pessimist,

Hypocrite master

Conservative communist

Apocalyptic bastard

Thank you dear God

For putting me on this Earth

I feel very privileged

In debt for my thirst!

Hold me now in restitution

Living out your date of fusion

In your whole fleece is your master

Don't feel guilty, master writing!

(KC)

one ring to rule them all...

very busy week kids, very busy, but here I am again...I've been celebrating Guy Fawkes, as you can see from the sparkles, swimming in the cold Tasman Ocean, painting a friend's house, having a bbq at the beach...you know the sort of hard life everyone has...eheh...NZ is slowly getting into summer but the sun here is very hot already, due to the ozone layer being damaged as you know...plans for the week end? let me see...some more swimming, a cocktail party, a birthday party at the beach...eheheh...

settimana piena ragazzi, ma eccomi qui di nuovo...ho celebrato Guy Fawkes, come potete vedere dalla foto delle fusette (? cosí le chiamiamo a Ud, col tempo sto perdendo un po' l'Italiano, che vergogna), nuotato nell'Oceano della Tasmania, dipinto un paio di case con degli amici, il solito barbie alla spiaggia...la solita vitaccia...eheh...stiamo lentamente andando verso la piena estate ma il sole scotta giá, per colpa del buco nell'ozono proprio sopra di noi (che culo)...programmi per il fine settimana? vediamo: un cocktail party, un compleanno in spiaggia, oh la vita...

play with fire / giocare col fuoco

so it's Guy Fawkes weekend, which means more bbq and surf to come and, of course, bonfires! for the ones who don't know,Guy plotted to set the British Parliament on fire, but failed and got hung...so to commemorate we all have bonfires...call it ironic...pics to follow!

questo fine settimana si commemora il fallito tentativo di Guy Fawkes di far esplodere il Parlamento Inglese, e come? con faló bbq e birre! eheh, ovvio che magari ci scappa pure un po' di surf...se il tempo tiene ovvio che per la vostra invidia scatteró un po' di foto...

a long long way / pedala pedala...

Oh my god, I have only visited 9% of the planet...and Alaska comes out on the map just 'cause it's part of the states! anyway if you want to have a similar map just have a look at world66

ohi ohi e io che credevo cosa...ho visitato solo il 9% del mondo...e l'Alaska é in rosso solo perché fa parte degli usa...provate anche voi su world66

$$$

just look around, is there anything not on sale?

guardatevi attorno, c'é ancora qualcosa non in vendita?

senses / sensi

and after seeing the priest
walk back into the church
happy to have instilled
in another little believer
the sense of guilt
that will follow him
for all his life
I thank the fate
for not giving me
the sense of duty too

to Charles Baudelaire:

thanks, as superficial envious I chose the gentle oblivion: and I feel better now. No, I actually feel good.

e dopo aver visto il prete
rientrare in chiesa
contento di aver infuso
in un altro piccolo credente
il senso di colpa
che lo accompagnerà
per tutta la vita
ringrazio il caso
per non avermi fornito
neanche del senso del dovere

x Charles Baudelaire:

grazie, da superficiale invidioso ho scelto il soave oblio ed ora sto meglio. No, sto bene!

too sexy for my shirt

...God I'm gorgeous...well just to draw your attention to some new pics from Labour Weekend with some friends at the beach...it didn't work out perfectly but it took me so long that I'm going to fix it some other time...

...sempre bellissimo...giusto per attirare la vostra attenzione ad un nuovo set di foto del Labour Weekend con amici...non mi é riuscito al meglio ma ci ho messo una vita a caricarlo e quindi lo sistemeró un'altra volta...

anger / che rabbia

sad news...less and less italian students are having their experience in a foreign country while studying at university...less and less speak english...they blame the new university structure, too many exams in too short time...they blame the euro...they blame everything and everyone a apart from themselves...just get off that couch, stop watching tv and don't worry about what you are going to wear if you go out (in the same places with the same people eating the same food listening to the same songs as ever) or if your hair looks all right...travel extensively and broaden your mind you lazy bastards!

notizia triste...sempre meno studenti italiani approfittano del programma erasmus per trascorrere qualche mese di studio all'estero...sempre meno italiani parlano l'inglese...viene data la colpa ai nuovi corsi di studio della moratti, all'euro, a tutto e tutti tranne che al vero "colpevole": se stessi...muovete il culo e smettetela di preoccuparvi di come vi stanno i capelli o di come vi dovete vestire, per cosa poi? alla fine si va sempre negli stessi posti con le stesse persone a mangiare sempre la stessa pizza...cominciate a viaggiare che la vita é una sola...

A P

There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman, some kind of abstraction, but there is no real me, only an entity, something illusory, and though I can hide my cold gaze and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping you and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable: I simply am not there.

There are no more barriers to cross. All I have in common with the uncontrollable and the insane, the vicious and the evil, all the mayhem I have caused and my utter indifference toward it, I have now surpassed...My pain is constant and sharp and I do not hope for a better world for anyone. In fact I want my pain to be inflicted on others. I want no escape.
This confession has meant nothing. This is not an exit.