Monday, December 20, 2010

Scorpio Leaving Pisces

Maxpicchiatoda3 Esmena live at Red Devil Asti

after seeing them on Saturday at the Genoa Checkmate I volunteered for a poster for the concert of Asti.

's what it came out.


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" Stroligo Sti ..."
When he heard these words, spoken by a lady who sat on the seat beside him in a metro carriage, woke up and still not completely lucid , almost a reflex action, he replied:
" Yes, Stroligo in Milan means gypsy. It comes from an astrologer, it means that those who know the future .... "
Mrs. interrupted abruptly
" I know I am in Milan. And if you know the future like never beg with children and steal instead of winning the lottery?
not yet fully awake, he found a beat to reply, looked at the boy with a glass in hand asking for some money to passengers and realized it had to get off at the next stop. With a smile pulled thanked the lady who had moved closer to him and waited at the gates were opened.
Once the wagon was dragged down by the wave full of people who came to work towards the exit of the station, as they did every morning. He was able to go on the opposite side of the tracks of the platform and sat on the front bench who found freedom.
the professor turned a bit 'head, the night before had hardly slept. For fear of fainting, instead of following the river of people, preferred to stay and wait for the crowds that by his own train ascended the stairs like a waterfall that flows on the other hand, and disappeared, leaving almost empty until the arrival of the dock next train.
He pulled almost morning, alone in his room, in front of a computer monitor.
He was passionate about for a while 'time in Second Life and the night before had begun talking, or rather, writing, and his friends in a land that simulated a tropical beach, where he met un'avatarina who shared his own tastes. It did not take long to realize that both were not looking for another. She seemed submissive, did nothing to hide, and he did not take long to convince her to spend the rest of the evening in a BDSM club. It was interesting to both, he could give vent to his desire to rule and that of her to be dominated. A happy encounter of opposites which would have been born a bond even stronger than the only game that leads one to believe.
When, looking forward to Second Life, while his avatar walking with a whip in his hand in front of a cross which was linked to his recent knowledge, realized he was past five in the morning in Italy hastened to end the game, a few hours would have taken a lesson, he greeted and thanked those who maneuver the female avatar with whom he had enjoyed to the point where the concept of time. He turned off the computer and looked at the room full of books.
was just in that room in that house.
He sat in the chair and, after betting the alarm, fell asleep.
usually do not remember them but, perhaps because it had failed completely to sleep and had been, those few hours in a state of slumber, I still remember very well what he had dreamed of sitting in an armchair in his study.
He rose from the bench on the sidewalk, now almost deserted, and began the journey that would take him in the classroom where he kept his course, thinking focused on what his subconscious had hinted at the end of the night just ended.
He had seen the room, the same that would come soon, as it appeared many years before when he was a student.
full of people, many smoking not only cigarettes. Breathable air by today's standards. Written on the walls, mostly made with a spray of red paint, some hammer and sickle. The students spoke to each other, laughing, someone made a speech. People coming and people coming out. Some couple was exchanging effusions and kissed. Ended dialogue with a person and immediately began another with another. Students sitting on the bench, bench and floor. Laughter. Screams. Disorder. Long skirts and colorful. Blue jeans and corduroy pants. long scarf ...
lot of people that stayed together. He remembered a few words of that dream. They spoke of freedom for the people, freedom for the people, of justice.
At the sound of alarm rose from his chair, still half asleep and remained a part of himself in that dream took a quick wash, a system to approximate clothes they wore, and left the house.
Surrounded by his thoughts had not noticed that it was getting late, hurried to not be late.
joint university entrance when he saw a gypsy woman with a baby in her arms that she said something. It was in a hurry, did not understand the words, although it was clear that he was begging. Strictly replied, without looking at her, and hastening the pace even more:
" Excuse me, are running."
finally arrived in the classroom. How was it different from the dream! Yet it was the same. The expected students in his class, no smoking, and many had faces asleep listening to music, or did not know what else, with those portable gadgets, others leafing through copies of newspapers that were distributed a little 'everywhere.
began the lesson. The usual saying for years, trying, as it's possible, given the little strength he had left the night before, to interest the students.
The lesson continued to the point where the professor said
" E 'own construction of fences, the fences around the pasture land first result, one of the most Note that we use examples to explain the significance of private property. Private, indeed, from the verb deprive, take away, or using other synonyms, cheat, steal. "
He stopped suddenly, some students began to look surprised, as if the sudden lack of words had broken the effect lullaby as a lesson.
The professor, after a few seconds spent staring into space, began to speak:
" Guys, follow me out. Perhaps we will learn that words are ideas or maybe nothing. Perhaps we will learn that words have different meanings for those who pronounce them and the listener or maybe nothing. Maybe they are just words, smoke screens to hide, or maybe not. I do not know. Come with me. "
A procession with the professor on his head walked toward the exit of the university.
That gypsy with the baby in her arms she sat beside the entrance, had not yet driven. When he saw her went far toward her, followed a few steps away from the students.
arrived before she put her hands in his pocket and pulled out the few coins he had and placed them on the outstretched hand of the woman said smiling
" Good morning ma'am, the people stolen something, I'm just giving back to the little I found. "
Some students looked at him puzzled, others exchanged amused glances, while others continued to listen to music on headphones they wore.
The professor smiled even more when the gypsy, whether he understood what he said or not, looked at him and to him an atheist, said
" God bless you."


You can find this story, along with other interesting articles, the latest issue of EsseElle-Movie Magazine .

Thursday, December 16, 2010

Ringworm On My Tattoo

Gorgonzola December 16, 2010

It's cold.

I am told that this morning some of the country thermometers measured -10 ° C, looking at sites in the forecast does not go beyond the minimum of -9 ° C.
I put a little 'photos, taken between l1: 00 and noon, the frost that covers the landscape. But the phenomenon, not uncommon here even if you do not see every year, I do not know if it is called frost, looking at the vocabulary that I could be fair to call Galaverna, calabria, or simply freeze.



















Sunday, December 12, 2010

Entrance Average For University Of Toronto

Lightness

I'm finishing the unsustainable Lightness of Being, yet a few pages, I think I will have time to read before falling asleep.

Well, it bothers me, but his annoyance, the ease with which some people consider, and how they do it, not wanting to be judged themselves. But more than the lightness of nothing happened, everything goes, we go on as if ...
And more, it annoys me and disappoints me, being treated as a field of battle, trampled by at least one of the 2 warring parties, and not receive, I say that excuses are not for a dick, but at least two words of explanation.

that will be heavy.