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"I love this club But I do not love Berlin!"


- The problem with these proceedings, these critics - always say, - not even the 'arrogance, is still something to be arrogant aristocrat, this is worse than stupidity, or perhaps the worst thing is not even stupidity, laziness is the worst thing. One says one thing that is promptly neutralized and removed through a sort of ... not even know what to call it, or to pathologization piscologizzazione, or is labeled as unintentional, so for pure laziness. But all this anarchy is not an oversight, it is absolutely intentional, you know? -



- One thing we must recognize.
- what is that?
- You write like a roadkill.
- Like a what?
- An animal asphalt.

... and suddenly "The guys at the zoo in Berlin," a story just seemed a bit 'desperate.
I can not believe that this Hegemann wrote it in 16 years. It 's just marvelous.
manages to hit deep even if he kills the bud any attempt at identification.

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"Brief With One Hour Of Madness And Joy"

Post to list, but so much now that there is "Come away with me" is no longer a slam-no-effect-like but I've got is very refined and minimal XD:



not happen to me for some time that a fanfiction eat me alive. In short, I was surfing the Internet looking carelessly about Kate Bush, singer, on which are fixed in the last period, and at some point come to an articulate about Running Up That Hill talks about how the song had originally called A Deal With God, but for impediments in of religious communities has come to a more neutral title. Obviously there was a note on the covers that were made - one of the other things of Within Temptation, whose play has traumatized me O_o - and under the name of Placebo was the comment of one critic, "more ; an agreement with God, the version of Molko and company seem to recall a more compact with the Devil. " And there are
game. I'm trying to finish it, but I set a perfect tuning between the unspeakable sequences internal to the story itself that will lead me in hysterics as soon as possible.
If I can I'll be good genuinely excited, yes - more than a fanfiction, it is a birth triplets.

these days is taking place in London Masters Tennis - for non-fans of the racket, is the last tournament of the calendar, one in which the first 8 challenge in the standings - and I is much like most of the Championship, strange to say. However, before the game sent a small movie with a montage of the most significant actions of the participants in the competition - Nadal, Djokovic, Federer, Ferrer, Murray, etc.. etc.. - With a background in the first half "For What It's Worth" and the second "Knights Of Cydonia."
EVEN THE MASTERS OF LONDON AND 'MOLLAMY!, I thought enthusiastically. And then I told myself that just so little to be happy XD

question of English on Shelley and Romanticism in general:
prof: "and I fall into a torment of thorns." What do you refer here the poet?
me: "um ... the roses? "
prof:" No, no, to a person. " I
: "..."
Professor: "... a very famous person." I
. "..."
prof: "..."
I: "... ah! Jesus Christ! The crown! "
prof: * laughing *" Thank God we do not feel the connection of religion. "

Monday we had announced that the teacher would not Italian, and us two hours to fill those holes we had organized something so cool: a mega-tournament rounds of trump to call, with registration fee of one euro each, and then as a prize a nice nest egg.
And damn it, do not have left to do. "This is not us at the bar," said striking the deputy. I know that
not entirely wrong, but anyway! It was a blast.

Today during the time of the Latin authors have translated a passage from Seneca, entitled "Case Studies and etiology of evil to live." It 'a song that speaks of desire remained unfulfilled, of regret that ruins the lives of not liking and not have the courage to react to boredom and squalor in which you feel absorbed by choosing another route. "Human beings often perform actions disgraceful to satisfy their desires, and if they fail in their goal that remains their only dishonor the compartment. Do not repent for having made gestures deplorable, but to have them made in vain. "
The Professor sighed and parade is the glasses printed with a bitter twist to his lips.
"You're too small to really understand Seneca. What do you want to know your desires remained unfulfilled? You have a lifetime to make them come true. Do it, guys. Do it if you do not want reflected in phrases like these. "
I felt my heart swell with fear, expectation and enthusiasm - I felt invincible and terrified at the same time. I'm afraid to discover one day that will come for me the time to take stock of my life, and to pontificate on all ports that I decided not to cross, and close behind, and to repent of something of any thing. I do not want to regret anything. Let me choose what is right for me, always, although I do not like it, although I will not hurt.
Thank you, Lucius Seneca Anneo. Makes me scared a black future, and forces me to think about it forever.

The phrase that 'the title instead is the end of a poem by Walt Whitman: I'm re-reading "Leaves of Grass" in these days and if possible I like even more than when I read the first time three years ago.
It seems to me that everything is revealed Whtiman tells me confidentially. It 'beautiful emotion.

Having each one of us mouth free from the gag!
feel today and every day that I am nothing like I am!
lost if it must be!
To court destruction with taunts, with invitations!
Feeding the rest of my life with one hour of fulness and freedom! With
hour short of madness and joy.

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The sugar pushers, San Siro and Seneca


One of my best friends fans of Palermo, and the other day to me: "Come on, let's see the game at that stage so I enjoy seeing asphalt at home for the second year in a row." To which I say, "tsk tsk tsk. We'll see. "
ran into a classmate and AC Milan happy we go to the stadium, making the race as usual for those who arrive first to third ring - and then ending up watching the first fifteen minutes lying on the seats in respiratory failure, but ok, XD
curve south was as usual strategic full and good-spirited (though beyond me choir sang on the air of "adventure" of Baptists, I do not know, was a bit 'species), but four cats were frozen to death the third blue from the cold. I spent the whole game to smoke a cigarette after another praying to God that you did not make a beautiful ornament (which they duly did) and try to ignore the fact that my two riders were transformed into murderous beasts ready to jump to neck each other ("Why Ibra does not run? Why, for Christ's sake?" "Because it is a poor" POOR?! "" Come on, if you pull it "" Shut up you are losing one to zero "" Hush now throws in the Shepherd "" But please "" You are playing very badly "" And you're missing! "" Yes, but look at that beautiful passages verticalisation "I'll beat the shit of your vertical! Do not even see the face of goal, "etc. etc.).
At half time we go to the bar, where I take a coffee at the counter. I ask the gentleman next to me: "Excuse me, passed me an envelope (sugar)?"
"Now. What do you want? "
" The larger "
" ... That way you make me look like a pusher. "

XDDD I love the stadium. I love to squirm in the seats on the board when you see that Inter is tied and the chorus part of "who does not jump is Inter." I love to hug random people when you score. I love to scream loudly "Pippo Inzaghi scores for us" and see where that is warming the bench he greets us. I love the pseudo-technical comments that I can share only with those old men who have a subscription for a lifetime and appear to be part of the architecture of San Siro no less twisted columns. I love the sausage that I eat immediately after the game n idella three bites net.
I would love a bit 'more of my team if Ambrosini unfeigned in a manner so blatant and Pato if you do not break once a week, but mica can have it all.
SA-LU-TE-TA-LA CA-LI-PO STA.
* Saturday with Derby and my liver will be put to the test Once Again " Tomorrow I

Seneca and we will face in the ring. There can be only one.
And I will be ill but "Nothing is worse than voluntary slavery" is a phrase too Mollamy to be true and will be used properly XD * evil laugh *

This picture was titled by the photographer " The Cult of Molko.
Tell me if it borders on genius.

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70 and not hear


"For me joy can also play with ten strikers: the important thing is that it does not come Inzaghi. If play him, then I worry. "
José Mourinho




So, tonight was started badly. I hold the phone up at nine and ten, making me almost miss the first half hour of the game, then again at nine and a half call me and I attack button until the end of the first time ("... and anyway tonight there is very nice about this film nonsochemaledettocanale, look at him? "" Look, you know, tonight there's like the Champions League, AC Milan play ... "" Really? " , "eh, come on!")
early press release: guys, please, I know that many of you do not give a damn about football, but have pity . If I say very casually and in passing I am watching the game because I will not hang up in your face to communicate subliminally to let go, to bite. That the saint of lost me para Pirlo two goals from nothing so even if the role is not just the goalkeeper is not good for my soul. end press release.
So, I said, this evening had started badly. To say I was skeptical not only about winning game (trophy ..?) but even on a tie is an understatement. I thought that Cristiano Ronaldo would take the pieces of meat which we had reduced the outward and would have eaten them if the tartare, sending them down with a glass of Bonarda (which is still played at San Siro). When I saw Mourinho on the bus that made the gesture of the three capacities since May of this year to turn genuine horror in the eyes of the Milan fans, I said to myself: "well, we're screwed: there sfotte only, but call the triplet. Another ".
I was then, say, a fair result resigned to a negative wire, and full of hypocrites as sporting purposes such as "let's enjoy that beautiful game of football Real and let your soul in peace. "
And then bam!, Via the first goal at halftime. Chronicle of an announced defeat, I repeated suffering. But
.
But this man, this amazing phenomenon works as a striker and has 37 years, but probably do not realize it, in fact, certainly does not know, and if you know can afford to not care, that a short now at the stage we should go only to accompany the children on Sunday, marks. And as a sign. Mark you that warms the heart, a sign that makes you believe anything, a sign that excites you without being able to make you think of nothing but the joy crazy and insane that you are feeling at that time.
Mark. It then marks again. And then you start over.
And how it ends all of a sudden you do not care anymore.

Goofy, I do not care if you do not just live on the offside line, but now you've made your second home, you have furnished, you have committed, bathroom, living room and kitchen, then, from there you just do not want unrivet and linesmen tonight really should buy a pair of glasses, because I, I I'm on the couch at home miles from San Siro I've seen out of a meter large, but then again I do not give a beloved saw because nothing is more wonderful than your hunger for goals, your always be in front of that damn door and the many ways in which the improbable throw inside, after the manner in which you run and mitered and you reach and yes, even the way they jump on to Ibra and print a nice big kiss on his nose to the French. Nothing, since typhoid Milan, that is, since I was born.
Nothing. That Real
draw was fair. E 'karma - that your goal was not to be counted and we came back like a boomerang.
But not really matter. Just about nothing.
(E Mourinho after the game spaciuga so even if you've threatened to send him into a cow is the result \u0026lt;3)





those football:
* looking at the bus of the Real into San Siro, from behind Mou windows makes the gesture of the three *
mother: that odious.
Leni: * giggles * is hateful but is incapable of being truly hate.
Mom: Yeah.
Leni: admit that a little 'you're missing.
mom: just admit that without him in the league have fun a lot less.

mom: * after the second goal by Inzaghi * eh, Mou, now you do not do more than that damn rude gesture! Did you pass the desire, mh? Come on, do it again so that Goofy makes you really number three!
Leni: Mom, you know how they called it, the Greeks?
Mom: How?
Leni: hubris. arrogance.
Mom: ...
Leni: you also want to tell you how that ended those guilty of hubris?
Mom: If you gufare you go to watch the game upstairs.

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From Hospital With Love


A suspected appendicitis leads me in the pleasant shores of the Policlinico di Milano - Idyllic beaches where, for the record, the rest 18 hours, eighteen hours, but in short - and forces me to two ultrasounds, because, let's face it, is a some 'wretched and it sucks. However:
1. I can humanly understand how I, after three infusions of salt water, with the weak excuse propinatemi help you find the bodies of the monitor, I have not yet turned into a giant squid;
2. "I know that the state has no money, but please, they are in a period of growth, I can not stay 18 hours without eating anything, will eventually cause serious physical and psychological disorders" (words from me to really moan ward doctor five in the morning, with tears in his eyes and legs that were about to reduce it to its knees. Answer? "Miss you a drip of sugar.'ll see, darling, it's better a slice of cake. " BUT FUCK YOU, YOU KNOW WHERE YOU CAN PUT THE FL-censorship * *)
3. dialogue between me, my mother and the sonographer No. 2, at 4.30 am
echo "aaaah, here it is, the left ovary in all its glory. her reproductive system is a bijou, miss. "
Leni:" I am satisfaction "
eco: * giggle *" his daughter is a joke, ma'am. "
Leni's mother:" Yes, yes, adorable. then, is appendicitis or not? "
4. I do not have appendicitis, and thanked any existing divine transcendence, but in return I have a stupid stuff that hurts the same and that, God willing, it will pass after an appropriate course of antibiotics. In the meantime, I listen to Tom Waits, study the historical Right and Italian I meditate I get down.
Why else to do for now is not there.






my hospital library, listened as I read "Play Dawn" by Arthur Schnitzler (started and ended there):
1. Blister In The Sun - Violent Femmes
2. Time - Tom Waits
3. Meds - Placebo (and it was very disturbing because all around the nurses kept asking to patients waiting for "we are reminded to take medication?" XD)
4. Tainted Love - Soft Cell
5. 50 thousand tears - Nina Zilli feat. Giuliano Palma
6. Honey And The Moon - Joseph Arthur
7. The Dying Swan - Tchaikovsky
8. Pop song - Tooth
9. Minuetto - Mia Martini
10. Desperado - The Eagles