Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Best Time To Buy A Receiver

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Il traffico, lo smog, their horns and people at the traffic light with my mobile. Lord holding spending in the eye and the questions, a painter who paints a railing, pulling children kicking a ball fake to the wii. This morning I put a jacket and went out in the sun of a city, my, because even if you're a pain, these roads will have grown and makes no sense to be afraid. I then searched my record store, the store that sold me the music of Miles Davis and Coltrane, who taught me to love those notes and that spell. Instead, save music is gone. A damper is too black and rent a dusty faded in the windows where I spent hours dreaming and choose which disk I bought on Saturday. But Holy shit, have Saved closed. The Lord of the next tobacco, seeing petrified at the shop of a sudden ... "Young inderess the rent? By mo cà closed Cidda of KUD, je the creis. Easter eggs in the bags, Snai betting shops everywhere ... "Italy to win, Italy changing, dreaming Italy, Italy of Values \u200b\u200b(and Urine)" ... everywhere on the walls. Came home while I was trying to figure out if my life has become so unreal contours, not to recognize even more the town where I grew up until I realized that I was close as the shoes of the Communion, or if all the cities now resemble Italy and is therefore frightening to those who walk and looks scared like me, people who urla impazzita dalle macchine a chi cammina a piedi. Sarà una nuova tendenza, maybe. Da Martedì mi rimetto in moto come sempre quando mi fermo qui per più di sette giorni, se mi metto a guardare poi devo scappare ma stavolta non fuggo, ho da fare sul serio e sono appunti importanti e veri che porteranno in punta di piedi alla prima Spagna della mia vita tra neppure un mese. Nel frattempo metto in ordine gli appunti e scrivo e studio e penso a Salvati Musica e alle vetrine impolverate e alla sedia verde del titolare che è rimasta lì dentro in mezzo alle pareti vuote consumate dalle note, quelle note così belle anche un po mie.

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Dressy Dresses In Florida

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"Torni a casa il primo giorno di scuola della Primavera": March 21, you say.
not an ordinary day. So think of these months in Egypt, fatigue and liver of your first two, the serenity of the last three, opportunities, sufferings, the sneezing, the wind, the endless days of sun, white rice, to narrow hand, the hugs and tears, think of all those colors for 150 days will have passed before my eyes without a moment's pause. Then suddenly you find yourself on the other side, sitting in the stands, where people look at you, smiled and clapped his hands, you're in Bermuda in the sun in the midst of those people with an orange bracelet and can not be forced to say "hello, how are you" but you feel really useless if you do not shoot a tongue to a child of 3 years. You find yourself stay away from those guys with neck tag that you loved and hated for months believing in them sometimes and sometimes not, looking away from your ass you do, and how good they are, a little also because gliel'hai taught you. So you're the other side but you're restless, almost almost better than a cold Italian aggrenzito sun, do you think the sun does not always have the same heat if you do that work there. Then look for the music that does not betray and always have time to Ivano Fossati brings you to mind CiCiBlèBlè, Nivea, Alice New Year, Luke and Samuel Rocco, Alessia Sarah Fabia, Camilla and her grandmother, Enrica tells me "boss Excuse me a moment, "Beatrice Gialloblu, the boys delle Orme, i Tokio Hotel, Samuele e le scene di Natale, Annalisa e Tiziano, Sere Fede e Cri a Torino, Fausto e Giorgia, Fichera e la catapulta infernale, gli amici di Tavoletto, Rimini, Riccione e Cattolica, Francesca e Geno, la Turci, i Podenzana, Laura sicchè la Toscana di Michela e Giorgia, Giulia in Svizzera e in Spagna, Valentina al freddo di Biella, Michela e famiglia a Venezia, Claudia e seguito a Bergamo, l'Avv Moretti a Milano, Sonia che gonfia un palloncino a Napoli con lo chef e Sohara, Talpina che sorride e dice Veramente?, Filini e la sua stanza completamente allagata, cento bambini che gridano "prenda esempio, prenda esempio", Greta con la mia prima settimana in braccio, la gente in piedi a Teatro, le mani gli abbracci infiniti e il cuore ti si stringe in petto perchè vorresti ringraziare tutti, una ad una queste persone per quanto facciano di te un uomo migliore, ma ... "c'è tempo ... c'è tempo, c'è tempo, per questo mare infinito di gente"...
Buon viaggio anche a Voi amici miei*