Street. Let's go. Where? Everywhere. And where would you go? island! on which island? Island! ... Sometimes I talk to the walls. You say that to scare me? Besides are empty. ... Yes I vuota.Non c'è niente all'interno. Guarda! Riempo, riempo, riempo, ed è sempre tutto vuoto, come il mio conto in banca. Lavoro, lavoro, lavoro, sono diventata una formica e non ho mai un soldo in più da spendere. Vuota. Come quando passo di fronte ad una pasticceria. Quella pasticceria che fa angolo. In bici rallento per riempirmi del profumo di zucchero, crema al limone, pasta cotta al forno, cioccolato, e penso: un giorno mi fermerò e mi prenderò qualcosa. Mi immagino così di fronte al bancone e mi ritrovo a desiderare tutto, persa nell'indecisione della scelta di un'unica cosa. Bombolone cream? Sicilian cannoli? Ambassador? Pasta Fruit and cream? Ricotta cheese cake and chocolate sprinkles? Ricotta ravioli? Fan? Yes maybe a fan with the sugar that is caramelized on the bottom ... No nay a paste with whipped cream! Ok! Whipped cream! But with a piece of chocolate cake! Then I'm restless. I think of the sacrifices to treat and dispose of the damned I end up pedaling faster. And I feel even more empty. With an empty stomach, and the belief that is fattening even the thought of such things! As a matter of metabolism, I tell myself. Yes, they are empty. There is nothing inside. Nothing. not recognize myself in anything. I can not even more indignant. My indignation is accompanied by an awareness now. awareness of the impossibility of change in my company, capable of indignation or just for audience to have more then I am not indignant voti.E più.Nemmeno Obama has been able to flesh out my faith. But perhaps they can save.
are empty. As the faces on the subway. empty, as the contents of a program di Vespa. Sono vuota. Come quando guardo un tigì. Come quando guardo un tigì e dopo un po' comincio a immaginarmi che seduto a tavola, come me, in quel momento, ci sia qualcuno, per esempio, che crede alle cazzate dei politici, alle cazzate della Confindustria...la C o n f i n d u s t r i a , che crede ancora alle notizie dei tigì, qualsiasi tigì, all'onesta di chi cerca di indottrinarti, a che le cose cambieranno, al fatto che a Napoli non sia più la spazzatura, che il nucleare risolverà la crisi energetica, che la riforma della scuola sia cosa buona e gusta, penso alle facce di queste persone, a quello che mangiano e se si sono fatte il vaccino flu!, if you believe those who from 1000 € if you call your son Benito, who invokes national unity as an atheist calls upon the Lord, who offers a lavoro_tempo_determinato_scopo_assunzione!, those who think your good ... and sake of your children! (Never someone to tell me: I think the good of my children ... so that's why I do not at all! Also why the fuck do you imagine that would send the children?) And after that is finished I tigi I feel even more empty by the fullness that I think of others! are empty. Anita is sick. It seems that if you're old and you're sick is normal. Almost taken for granted as if it mattered too much. A pension less after all! No? A cost less ... No? 's all normal, if you're old you die! And before you go the better. Unless you do not call Eluana. So much the worse for you. No right. Not even the dignity and permanence to the bitter end in this world waiting for a miracle or any warning to anyone who wanted want to die with dignity. You have no right, godless bastards! We decide it for you! And now you can not agree to such things! The debauchery of Western ways intransigence contrasts with the eastern ... mica and want us to keep us figures like shit? no time that we do not defend our religion! After all, ours is better than theirs. (although the burka is not a bad idea ...) And then a little 'sound of repression has never hurt anyone. And quiet beginning on TG4! (0 Tg1 or Tg2 take your pick.) are empty commuter train on this with me Vinicio accompanies it. And I cry for no reason. Every now and then. Like today. will be a hormonal issue, I think. Sometimes happens when there is no room for melancholy. The train runs on. The train. are empty and dry. Now that the monsters do not dance more than sit and watch what happens. Dissolved in memories, faded figures of film in black and white, silent. The music stopped and some people went home. Like ghosts. As a child when I asked my dad to get up più_in_alto_più_in_alto to touch the stars, più_in_alto elusive. Love can not go higher than this, can not be touched but only look . are empty. Now that most do not. Now I play the lottery and hope to win. Empty, love. And I have no words. I can not write what I feel. are empty. thoughts faded as the faces that I can not see. Are empty, you see? Maybe I'll go away one day. again. I'm not the captain. I'll go away. To start a principle. to never end. For never having to say hello but I'll see you again now that I have to go eat.
S onovuot a.
are not empty and that sometimes you have to complain. enough to say that you wanted to cuddle. Come on! Come here, little monkey! We do the Christmas tree? ...
Dr: Please be comfortable! is bare to the waist and sit on the couch ... Well ... straight in front of me and hands up. 's now begin the visit, the taster Breast tell me if I hurt ... Um ... But she suffers from neck!? A: Cervical? Yes! But how does she know? Dr: Do you feel ... A: From the breast?
Ecco, non ho avuto il coraggio, non volevo fraintendesse... ma avrei voluto chiedergli se, nel caso, per farmi passare il dolore alla cervicale basterebbe un bel massaggio al seno!?...magari!
Mi è venuto in mente in questi giorni un giorno di un po' di mesi fa, che ho visto questo bel ritratto della Comencini... della Francesca Comencini, su rai tre dopo la mezzanottte, naturalmente. Mi è tornato in mente, in questi giorni...chissà perchè? the first here
The person in the world more accepted me, as I was and am for
if n 'is gone. and I still suffer so much that I did not understand whether it is for selfish reasons or for solitude is accentuated hidden in dark corners. rains.
"Gays will die soon because they can not reproduce " ipse, a Catholic clerical dixit
I could not believe it, and instead are forced to do so. Young, married with a daughter, graduate, prestigious position, professing Catholic. think, (maybe even hoping) that gay men will die because I can not reproduce, because his main concern is how to explain to her daughter a kiss same-sex if the baby imbattesse is never in a scene sifatta moral resolve.
What the fuck can you do talk with a person like that? Manco's worth ...
Meanwhile in Bologna on September 26 is the first gathering of gay members of our armed forces, against sex discrimination ( and theme ... That if you wear a costume and go to the small island of the famous jerk, but ask for permission ... it is not lack of decos ... no!) In the workplace . Polis Aperta.
(I do not know if the English police in the picture below, who posed for Charity, is gay. Nor is it so important.)
Hours 21.45circa : Air From my seat, practically with his feet in the galley and in the arms of the steward sitting in the jump seat, I feel the commander having the red light of a motor ask a technician to check "We take the ladder and go see!" meets the second are relaxed. smile, even while the captain informed the passengers that there traffic on the track and we are waiting for the go-ahead from the control tower. do not know whether to get up and tell the truth to my comrades starmene or sitting silent and clenching the truth in his hands. So step to the remaining 10 minutes smashing the right to knowledge and the bliss of ignorance, then the bliss of not knowing is something that is attributed who knows, so it will truly be the blessedness of those who can not or simply the happiness of one who knows? Besides, it will be so bad to die in a plane crash? ... So I must die, I think ... and so what would be wrong? I almost prefer it compared to being stabbed by a junkie or a crazy maniac for 5 €! We're taking off in the meantime, and I sleep. In less than no time helmet into the arms of Morpheus and not think about it anymore. 23:40 pm: taxi stand My flight had a delay of 1 hour Thirty luggage, however, arrived on foot, I suppose. window it says on the MasterCard. I climb into the taxi. Via such and such, I say, take Via Saffi, enter at Porta San Felice and down Riva Reno, we have first. Ok meets the type to drive. Can I pay by credit card, add broke two days ago and since it is the holiday period, I did not yet setting forth. Well, I have 12 €. should be enough ... You've been on holiday?, Calls Mah! exclaimed does not define these, but yes. I or I have not done yet ... I thought a cruise in September ... ... but I would not break my balls ... you think you are having fun? I've never been on a cruise, the idea I dispicerebbe ... I stayed here all of August ... my wife went down by parents. were right! already thinking about it ... he did just fine ... we have been engaged for 10 years and after only one year of marriage go away and take the first hurdle! But it did not go on vacation? No. .. it just went away ... then it's not that I'd done something serious ... type escape Romania with a ... It seems that Romania is an escape with a stereotype unbearable ... I think that it is also more fashionable, anyway! you know how many I saw? "I always carry in the taxi but I do not like, are cold ... I prefer the Italian ones are old. I understand ... but a separation is not always a bad thing ... sometimes when you need ... need ... other problems ... Then I put my father's heart, marked with the July to September and now have to give him a prostate ... My grandmother is dying, I am out of the mouth. All this time I had not yet said yes ... that was bad, but it is another thing. instead lies dying And I think .... and while the words still echo in my ears begin to reflect sull'inesattezza inherent in the phrase "my grandmother is dying" and applicability of that to any living thing. My grandmother is dying as much as myself, at least since the day she was born, not least the second last day of life as it comes. And I, I never dwelled on that evidence. not then being even a deep thought. What an idiot! He yes ... I'm sorry! exclaims a taxi driver with a compassionate tone Me too ... my dad always tells me that we should not feel sorry for those who remain ... but for those who died ... In what sense? think out loud ... let's leave it at number 4 ... thanks. 'm 15 ... but we said 12 ... Watch have it. No leaves take the rest. ... Well good luck then. We talk good about yourself is not that ... Good job! smile and shut the door. I wanted to add that the concentration leads to the achievement of the goals themselves, but I am not sure that his friend would understand or would have appreciated. 24 Hours: House. pleasure to know that h or a jungle, not a house. And I'm so happy. will be for the green, maybe. 24.15 Hours: Sofa I take off my shoes and I reflect on the fact that I have not had dinner. I sit on the couch and the phone rings Hello, I answer Ale are desperate! I have not had dinner. They entered the thieves in the house! Fuck! (thinking back to one of the most traumatic experiences of mia vita) E che ti hanno rubato? Il portatile!Eppoi hanno arraffato alla rinfusa quello che potevano...cogliona io a lasciare la finestra aperta al piano terra! Sono saltati dalla finestra? Sì...e mi hanno preso anche il beauty case! Il beautycase?...Ti hanno rubato tampax e ombretti? Ma magari!... il brutto è che hanno preso il beauty dove tenevo il vibratore!!! Ti hanno rubato il vibratore?! Ecco perchè sono disperata!...non vorrei che pensassero male...
(Lo dicevo io che è meglio morire in un incidente aereo...)
nell'inutule We travel on parallel wires running to the node. I, sometimes I stop to think or Blu Ericailcane, so, without a specific reason, maybe because sometimes I stop to watch. You passed me then wait for me. You're a traceur, I more a freerunner, after all, but I train . Pendant on days, hours and seconds moving at a different pace and I speak from my out of sync, I do not recognize my voice, I care of nothing, I do not care about the worrying not sleep at night is a rag day, I read Vonnegut Murakami thinking, even if I want Jordan, then eventually devour Ammaniti, me dancing the left lower eyelid for two weeks ... constantly. I do not want to stay. always happens that way. Before leaving I do not want, I say I have too many things to do! And I start to think about the doctor, work, phone calls, mail, bank, dentist, shopping (you have to do shopping when there is absolutely balances !!!), to job interviews, questions absurd job interviews, hire, the shower door that came out from the track ... and I think, think, think about it. Then at the end birth. The date is fixed and is not overdue. It comes . Just like that .. maybe I'm thinking ... And then I am happy to go on vacation. had so much reason my grandmother. Who wants nothing too short, love.
(ie yesterday) I discovered that a Swiss army , my life is no longer the same and my certainties increasingly tending to minimum. do not know if I ever will take up ...
