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Cruise Vate

Settembre, andiamo. E' tempo di migrare.
Ora in terra d'Abruzzi i miei pastori
lascian gli stazzi e vanno verso the sea down to the Adriatic
wild that is like the green pastures of the mountains.

Han drank deeply to f Onti
Alpine, the taste of water native
it remains' hearts to comfort the exiles, along
that flatter their thirst on the road.
have renovated the rod of hazel .

It should PEL ancient cattle track to the plan,
almost a herbal silent river,
up the remains of the ancient fathers.
O voice of one primament and
know the trembling of the sea!

Now lungh'esso the coast cam

mine
the flock. Without change is air.
the sun so the living brown wool
that almost no difference from the sand.
Isciacquío, pedestrian traffic, sweet noises.

Oh why am I not cò my shepherds?

(Silvio Berlusconi)

Photos from "The Magic Christian" (Peter Sellers, Ringo Starr, Yul Brinner, Roman Polanski, Christopher Lee, Raquel Welch, John Cleese)

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Fat of the Po Valley 1987

(Continued from April 26 post)
L `harmony between me and Mark is reinforced by the first Slayer concert in Milan. The concert Slayer is a historic event for many reasons: it's the first time ever in Italy Slayer, is a touring one of the most important recordings in the history of `heavy metal, is the first time I destroy pogando. `The Crew's mission is a dangerous trio: myself, Alberto and Marco. We decide to leave, going up by car to Rome, take the train endo Rome Florence Bologna, Lecce and pecking at the Milan to Bologna. It is a tour of kazza but there could care less. The first half of the rhythm section is a gray scassatissima Alberto, full of spare parts of motor greasy and rusty. We start around seven o'clock in the morning, drinking whiskey and smoking bad h. is along the highway. Alberto is the rate of half of hell. I can understand now the curse that has weighed on the Agnelli family. Thousands of motorists worldwide. We park the car already visibly drunk near the Stazione Termini. On the train, we meet some metalhead and succeeded in placing them together in one compartment for "smoking". The controller does not come out of shame. In Bologna, the h. ends and you have to take advantage of the coincidence to go to co mprarlo some Moroccan Bologna. I have a pocket full of h. in no time at all, I look like a cross between a camel and a tourist island of Ibiza. On the train there instead, unfortunately, not smoking in the compartment in front of a couple of old guys that Vann or children in Milan. I pull my skills oratory, creating empathy with Gramps, I remember when cigarettes were made by hand. The old man's face lights up. It reminds me of the war. I note that we are the traditionalists and the love that cigarettes as before, slaps on the map and tobacco under his nose. I explain, then, that we have a variant of the cigarette to the ancient and there Noah `s the addition of a Dutch tobacco from penetrating aroma. Having said that I extract a piece of h. from his pocket and puts it in the hands of or grandfather. The grandfather seems concerned. Alberto and Marco escape from the compartment, trying to stifle a laugh mingled with fear of the police station. The Rolling metalhead that I met in Bologna remains unmoved, raising the piece from his grandfather's hand and starting to pack a fat grade superfine. Only after a quarter hour, surrounded by mist Pakistan, the old man will try to distance themselves, prey to strange and pleasant drowsiness. Meanwhile, I start to feel bad. I go to the bathroom and vomit, vomiting, vomiting that che non ho ancora mangiato. Sento arrivare inesorabile il collasso, con conseguente trasporto al pronto soccorso e andata a puttane del concerto. Devo trovare una soluzione. Alla fine, disperato, metto la testa fuori dal finestrino per quaranta chilometri fino a Milano Centrale, meno male che e` caldo.

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Berlusconi - Fantomas! The license of kazza

Ecco chi si nasconde sotto il volto sorridente del nostro premier! Guardate l'attaccatura dell'orecchio, la fronte ampia, l'occhio penetrante! E' lui il nemico giurato di Jean Marais e Luis De Funes!

This Guy Is Really Awkward Around Me

1987

I usually sit in the living room after dinner, where I have an old pipe that I learned to smoke in a totally incorrect. Inhale deeply the smoke that emerges, this bow in a state of torpor postsega liquid and placed next to the magical potion of "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas." All this combined with copious libations of bad lambrusco supermarket, that given the young age el `ignorance on the subject, I consider wine to be class, not knowing that the wine inside the bottle there is very little, replaced by strange blast furnace dust waste. My specialties are bleak all `egg noodles with sauce made from` soffrittura of bacon and sausages in liters d `d` chili oil and garlic, resulting in a mixture that can clog the arteries in tenths of a second, but also getting the excuse "blocking traffic". These meals can not shit for three days. In the past I tried to buy the lasagna ready, but the results were to be admitted to a hostel full of students. Instead of blanching the pasta and then put them in the pan, I decided to dress with the sauce and put them in the oven directly. After one hour, noting the total crud `Onduline same type of asbestos, I eat together with my companions in misfortune, getting stuck on the bed until the evening in the grip of severe abdominal pain and bloating-based sulfide gas. This diet university, when non sia associata alla frequentazione della mensa a mille lire, provoca la formazione di un addome che non necessariamente coincide con un ingrassamento generale. L`aspetto che si ottiene e` quello tipico del carpentiere che conosce solo l`utilizzo della birra come dissetante, cosce e mani sufficientemente magre e toniche, panzetta scesa e rotonda, che si abbronza alle prime scamiciate estive, porchettandosi leggermente se è glabra. Forte delle mie nozioni di cucina, decido di invitare il Rossi e company nel salotto buono. La cena si trascina miseramente tra il baccano licenzioso dei commensali che ammiccano peccaminosamente nei confronti della vecchia badante. Si fanno rozze insinuazioni sul fatto che io sovente possa consolare con prestazioni sessuali la sua vetusta loneliness, I reiterate my total estrangement `the facts and confirm the research of hair possibly iseffino youth. To avoid the devastation of old furniture, I propose an initiative that now it is also shared among the celebrants: pornazzo a film, seen in a group. We are a dozen loud and we go to the 'last show. In the hall we see a few people around to stay in the throat soporific saw before bedtime. The film is titled "Women restless" and is the last `quality ladder in terms of amateur theatrical, film and literature. The plot is laughable, at least as can be the life of Emilio Fede: A prostitute researcher install cameras in the alcove of his work to resume sexual vices and virtues of its customers. Will eventually beaten by a maniac who will submit to the anal and oral exhausting practices and obsessive, useless to tell the sound volume of our comments and our laughter, which irritates the other spectators, who often counsels us to be quiet, because they can not to follow the dialogue, needless to film d'essai. In the hustle and bustle of something that fails to provoke even a timid erection but only a bromide hilarity, there squirms in the cinema seats. Only the next morning I find I have lost my license and I realize sadly that the only place where this is done may have been the only cinema. With great sadness, I have ad una pericolosa ricerca tra i sedili della sala, dove alcuni addetti alle pulizia, coscienti della programmazione serale in corso, riescono ad equivocare malignamente la cinematica dello smarrimento dei miei documenti. Dopo aver incontrato una serie di sborrate quasi secche, trovo i miei documenti intonsi e me ne vado tra il rossore, ritenendo fiato sprecato il tentativo di giustificarmi davanti a madri di famiglia con lo straccio in mano.

Mario Salieri Reception

The first time

La prima volta che l'ho tradita, è stato all'inizio del 2009. A capodanno ero stato con lei tutta la notte, davanti a tutti, a raccontare la nostra storia che durava ormai da ventisette anni. Con lei gli inizi furono quelli di due strangers who have always lived parallel lives. We met because I wanted to be like the friends whom I respect and who already had one. At first I closed my room with her, but like all teenagers, came a lack of desire to be with her completely. It was as a result hard to peel, which within it, has sweet secrets. He began a long struggle made to leave and take. With her, I never went to parties and everyone would ask me why. I never know resi to show others, too ashamed, too ashamed. Then I began timidly to compare it with others. I finally managed to bring with me to the first concert. It was an unforgettable evening, I was seventeen years. We swore eternal love. I was just at the University and she was my only companion. There on the bed when I felt like I took the el and was always available, without asking anything in return. Saved me from insanity. I could get from her oblivion. I returned from my and started a new life with her. We were one, in all situations. Many began to know me through her and then its presence could save the economic problems. He was irreplaceable. Although I was married, there was room for her in my life and I did not weigh this condition. When there was some event, I was with her and she knew that all I could give something to others. Every day, for these twenty-seven years. Suddenly, 2 January two thousand and nine, take it like every day. I feel a shiver. From her, nothing comes out. Ne 'emotions or feelings. I'll leave it there. The close. Take it off of my sight from my house. I feel betrayed by you, or maybe it's me that I have betrayed. I have not seen for more than three months. All at home are upset by his absence: my wife, my daughters. They knew me always with you and do not understand. They do not understand this man who suddenly deprived of something that is inextricably linked to his life. Last Saturday, though, I realized I could not do without her and she welcomed me back like an old lover who waits patiently for the loved one, knowing full well that he will return. So when I stuck the jack on stage in front of everyone and everyone applauded, it was love again. Me and my guitar.