Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Butterfly And Baby Sayings

Open City (twice) Learning to crawl


AR A man who was to be born at all costs and is born into the world for us and for our lives. What could be more than ever Youth returns without AR? In conjunction with the exit of "Eternal Idol" of the Sabbath. arrives in Rome to date Palaeur. `We are very curious why there are so many stories about this album. After the departure Glenn Hughes from the group, the album `s session were attended by Ray Gillen on vocals. But the tracks were removed. Iommi and company chose another singer, that Tony Martin, with a beautiful timbre strong and evocative `el album seems to open a new era for the group. Tickets are on presale in Rome, but we can also be found at the box office, because the `Black Sabbath at the time, a group average of historical interest. We train, immediately, the quartet is ideal for a concert: BG, MS, AR and myself. A. must take advantage of the occasion to go to the secretariat of the faculties of the Sapienza in Rome. We spend the afternoon to take home. Missing fuel, ie the `alcohols. Usually A. is the steward, but this time it is dry. Please remember, suddenly, my grandmother, who lives downstairs, has a bottle of Chivas, the long-standing, untouched, those who give for Christmas and stay in the pantry. The hard part is taking possession of the bottle, as the grandmother of A. search in all modes of escape from the clutches of his grandson the precious nectar. A. devises a more diabolical plans of the perfect alcoholic: call grandma on the phone, imitating the voice of the mother, inviting her to go upstairs, then, while the grandmother takes a lift because the `old, leaving the key in the lock, and I A. we go down the stairs to the downstairs, we go fast in my grandmother's house, we reach la dispensa e non solo recuperiamo la preziosa bottiglia, ma anche una vecchia confezione natalizia di Amaretto di Saronno, buono come aperitivo per il Whisky. La fuga alla renault 5 di Marco Sette, decreta l`inizio delle libagioni e del viaggio. Iniziamo i primi problemi con la mania italiana del “tenere alla macchina” di M. S. M. ha creato un terribile alloggiamento per l`autoradio costituita da ritagli di formica che danno al mezzo l`aspetto del camion della porchetta. A. si mette davanti e poggia il suo piede sinistro sul mobile fai date di M. M. inizia a grugnire perche` A. per tutto il viaggio cerca di smantellare con il calcagno la mobilia dell`auto. La cosa piu` stupefacente e` pero l`abbigliamneto di A. Nella semioscurita` della serata invernale, R. wears a pair of sunglasses like "Men in Black", a long black coat and a pair of moccasins with buckle blacks first communion, with a pair of heels as loud hooves of a horse. We arrive at La Sapienza in panic M. The radio began to give way under the weight of the treads of A. and M. continues to insist the tapes of "Blood Feast" and "Voivod". The bottles are over and starts of the box that good whiskey. A. carelessly wielding the inside of the Faculty, the dirge in `safe darkness of the night with his sunglasses on his nose. We enter the offices of the secretary general of the students in terror. M. dressed as a skinhead, I, with the usual jacket condita dalla pezzona degli Slayer, B. con un ciuffo a banana nero che ricorda un Teddy boy ed A. Il nostro futuro avvocato si avvicina all`impiegata della segreteria appoggiando la bottiglia di Chivas sotto il suo naso,parlando con un accento impeccabile. Rischiamo di essere cacciati dalla sicurezza. Ripartiamo per il Palaeur. Decidiamo, una sorta di scorciatoia per il lungotevere, con lo stereo a palla ed un M. rassegnato a portare l`auto dal carrozziere, il giorno dopo. Anche la bottiglia di Chivas termina ed A. compie il gesto totale. Nel traffico del rientro serale, esce dal finestrino in corsa si appende ala macchina e tenta un improbabile lancio della bottiglia nel fiume. La cosa non avviene e la bottiglie coglie in pieno il lunotto anteriore di una fiat Uno parcheggiata , Reducing it to pieces with a dull thud. We get to the `bitter Palaeur and we all surprised to see the desert. Maybe we were wrong? Tent will be our planet? Redo all of Rome in reverse and come to the Tent. All desert. Just some bitch in the neighborhood. Possible that Black Sabbath be gone? We return to Palaeur to see if there is any indication. After yet another crossing of Rome, we come back to Palaeur. We see by chance at the gate of the presence of a small leaf on the bars indicates that the shift of the event at the cinema "brooms" of Casalpalocco Ostia. Among the curses general we try the road to the sea with the hope of the blessed room. We arrive at a zona nella quale gia` si odono le vibrazioni di una musica ad alto volume. Troviamo un galleria tipo centro commerciale nella quale e` ubicato il cinema. Il concerto e` gia` a meta` ed il cinema ha le serrande abbassate. Fuori ci sono decine di persone arrabbiate, con il biglietto in mano. Scopriamo che il concerto e` stato spostato dal Palaeur al cinema perche` le prevendite sono state poche e quindi e` stato sufficente un locale più piccolo per esaudire le richieste. Gli organizzatori hanno fatto male i conti, con chi ha comprato in prevendita a Palermo ed e` arrivato in ritardo ad Ostia. Sono disperati e si rassegnano ad ascoltare il concerto fuori dal locale. Nel borbottio generale, all`improvviso, si ode un urlo di battaglia: “Sfasciamo tutto!”. E` B. ad incitare la folla ,appeso alla serrande del cinema. Tutti gli animi si riscaldano e tutti iniziano a distruggere la serrande per entrare. In pochi minuti la saracinesca è accartocciata come una scatola delle sardine e sfondiamo le vetrate dell`ingresso. Ci aspettiamo da un momento all`altro la carica della polizia. C`e` un solo addetto alla sicurezza, che punta la sua pistola contro la folla. B. alla testa del gruppo dei rivoltosi, lo butta a terra raggiungendo l`interno del cinema. A. tenta di entrare ma viene trattenuto dal poliziotto il quale da terra lo tiene per un lembo del cappotto. Il cappotto cede ,strappandosi in modo irrimediabile, A. entra lo stesso. Dopo un attimo, il pistolero si riprende, iniziando a sparare all`esterno del cinema a to intimidate the `high. C `is only a detail, we are in a tunnel and the bullets bouncing off the ceiling, falling in all directions. Many are in panic. We throw ourselves on the ground. We see that the policeman is shitting me. There is nothing worse than a cop that shit on me with a gun in his hand. We are able to enter after about ten minutes just to see the last two pieces. The film is packed. The Sabbath is not a grant and the band leaves the stage between the general anger. The film "The Broom" is one of those films of the 70 luxury, comfort with the velvet chairs and built-in ashtray. The film slowly empties. Everyone goes silent. I am looking for my friends and in the atmosphere smoky the room, I can frame the scene of destruction of the cinema. The seats there is no other, there are no more lanterns it `furnishings. Only a row of seats is still standing, is the first, but not for long: there is a man keen on vehemently, AR which is in addition to damage to the coat, also lost a heel of his moccasin and hours she takes on the comfortable seats of the cinema. He does this with a systematic and orderly violence, despite the threat of some security staff, which is silenced by the public, urging A. to continue his work in the breakers. The film is irrecoverable. It is the just punishment for the organizers, who hope they're still paying for today. A one scene remains etched in my mind and will throughout life: a man in coat and loafers that methodical brutality, dismemberment luxurious seats.

Sunday, August 2, 2009

Prom Dresses 2010 In Montreal



In the evening, during the summer, my father sometimes came to the beach. I did not know how to swim. I wound up on his back and began to swim. I was not afraid. I looked huge, quiet, one of those big whales of the sea tales, or the tuna who saves Pinocchio and Geppetto from the jaws of the shark. Today I went to swim "high water" with my daughter. He learned a few days. It's still a few strokes, but now has won the fear of diving deep and cheerful. When I tired sticks his neck and now I can understand the feeling of my father when he heard my baby's body on his shoulders. Many people try desperate the formula of happiness to die unsatisfied. To me it does not take much.