There are things that fly - Birds, hours, hornets - but they do not care. Then
There are things that remain: pain, hills, eternity. "
There are things that remain: pain, hills, eternity. "
(Emily Dickinson)
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
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obscene I feel like Marie Antoinette when she said that if the bread was finished, the people could give the croissants, but I ... Sometimes I really believe that music for me is vital. Yes yes yes, is the colossal bitch who can say only a spoiled girl, this I know. But music interests me more than design, more than anything, I'm interested in so manic, I think.
obscene I feel like Marie Antoinette when she said that if the bread was finished, the people could give the croissants, but I ... Sometimes I really believe that music for me is vital. Yes yes yes, is the colossal bitch who can say only a spoiled girl, this I know. But music interests me more than design, more than anything, I'm interested in so manic, I think.
is an addiction that overwhelms me so ungovernable since the mid ... It is indeed a painful passion, unresolved, I do not know how to balance. The music is all over the field that is inaccessible to me, but at the same time that more than I care about. What remains for me is that listening to music always, always, are insatiable for new things and things have already been developed, I never peace. I completely dominates. Just to medium-sized (third year, perhaps), I tried to represent this feeling with an oil, an oil on a sheet of paper slightly larger than an A4. E despite the technical errors are wasting, I can proudly show it for what it represents and the state of mind where I wanted.
I guess I imagined listening Echoes of Pink Floyd, which is the song that I hope will accompany me when transitions
.* As, however, these emotions I will always know, tonight I was caught quite unprepared by a creature that I do not know where the hell ideas ... It's called Phildel. I found wandering in total unsuspecting online (long live the serendipity, too). On the web I found almost nothing on her, even though it ended up on the BBC Radio4: already my desire to share is constant, but then I would find criminal does not talk about it. So, this is his myspace. Disappearance of the Girl is the song that I really grind (on the site there is also the text). I felt no emotions so very cumbersome for a song, I think. It reminded me of my own medium, which for me were that age when my feelings were absolute and unlimited and totally contemptuous of the boundaries of habit. I have always trained to preserve the surprise, but this time it was all new. At that age I could listen Child In Time Deep Purple without a little voice whispered maliciously old and shabby something negative about it. Unnatural, I'm trying to keep this privilege of virginity with my two groups essentially unavoidable, namely Pink Floyd and Queen: I'm stubborn to keep that last stash of records still to be heard, to have more of their treasures to be listen for the first time!
There was a movie that I loved the medium absurd, where I could find my suffering in failing to sustain the beauty of music: Billy Elliot . When Billy massacres against the wall when drilling the table by jumping on them when fleeing over the rooftops ... It was there that I heard for the first time that both the T. Rex The Clash ... London Calling , so perfect in that sequence, it was unbearable, I wanted to die, every time (and a bit ', still). The real problem that I have ever had with beauty is the bear. It is unfounded to say that way ... beauty "blinding" ... Beauty that you are unable to contain, to under-stand. The only way I would have to contain the beauty being it would . But it is not human, this. This is not to be beautiful: in this case the beauty caresses you still just as adjective. What we wear is not prohibited, but the whole rienderla ourselves. I will not ever beauty. I groped desperately to draw, or photograph it, but deep down I know I'm just pathetic ways to capture her, to imitate ...
Phildel's voice you can not trap. I understand it well
Jean-Baptiste Grenouille, the protagonist of Perfume , and envy him to madness. While listening to the voice of
Phildel are obsessed by a foolish question, the one that emerged a decade ago: how can co-exist on earth something like this sound ... and then all the rest? Rest where there is everything and, inevitably, there is also the worst, now I do not even want to mention ...
I can only say that if the humans can create even spells like that, then maybe, maybe really all the tragedies with which we have destroyed the Earth have a modicum of sense ... I am becoming convinced that Phildel is a lovely mermaid with the long hair, but it really should not surprise me if she was a monster, capable of anything like other human beings. Perhaps humans are ingrained indistantemente all these choices, the most terrible and most wonderful ... It is an idea that borders on the unconscionable!
There's only one and I sure did not belong to human beings: Farookh Bulsara, or Freddie Mercury. He it was really divine. In fact, not dead, it is impossible. The idea of \u200b\u200bhis death makes it all meaningless. I can not really think about it. His death is only the date of birth that happens when you open a page on him.
... Write in here like a diary is certainly inappropriate. I regret it tomorrow, I'm already regretting now. But it is always the same story: I believe in sharing, in spite of everything, and serendipity. And it's better that never cease to believe in sharing, otherwise I'll end up thinking like Christopher McCandless. About: Sean Penn, you are a disgusting traitor. Make sure to read the book Into The Wild : the film Alexander Supertramp stabs behind at the last moment, hoping to take you to the stomach. But Sean Penn has not been able to say everything and, what is worse, he said things that no one can know if they are true. Who knows
in Alaska if I could sustain the beauty ...
One evening, my friend, Gianvito, wept after a movie. He had never done, as I remember. But she did not cry for having identified with the characters. She cried for the Royal. He cried because the film was too good.
* NdEta : no, I remembered that the song was Ederlezi Goran Bregovic. The same effect is now overflowing with me in 2011 ...
I guess I imagined listening Echoes of Pink Floyd, which is the song that I hope will accompany me when transitions
.* As, however, these emotions I will always know, tonight I was caught quite unprepared by a creature that I do not know where the hell ideas ... It's called Phildel. I found wandering in total unsuspecting online (long live the serendipity, too). On the web I found almost nothing on her, even though it ended up on the BBC Radio4: already my desire to share is constant, but then I would find criminal does not talk about it. So, this is his myspace. Disappearance of the Girl is the song that I really grind (on the site there is also the text). I felt no emotions so very cumbersome for a song, I think. It reminded me of my own medium, which for me were that age when my feelings were absolute and unlimited and totally contemptuous of the boundaries of habit. I have always trained to preserve the surprise, but this time it was all new. At that age I could listen Child In Time Deep Purple without a little voice whispered maliciously old and shabby something negative about it. Unnatural, I'm trying to keep this privilege of virginity with my two groups essentially unavoidable, namely Pink Floyd and Queen: I'm stubborn to keep that last stash of records still to be heard, to have more of their treasures to be listen for the first time!
There was a movie that I loved the medium absurd, where I could find my suffering in failing to sustain the beauty of music: Billy Elliot . When Billy massacres against the wall when drilling the table by jumping on them when fleeing over the rooftops ... It was there that I heard for the first time that both the T. Rex The Clash ... London Calling , so perfect in that sequence, it was unbearable, I wanted to die, every time (and a bit ', still). The real problem that I have ever had with beauty is the bear. It is unfounded to say that way ... beauty "blinding" ... Beauty that you are unable to contain, to under-stand. The only way I would have to contain the beauty being it would . But it is not human, this. This is not to be beautiful: in this case the beauty caresses you still just as adjective. What we wear is not prohibited, but the whole rienderla ourselves. I will not ever beauty. I groped desperately to draw, or photograph it, but deep down I know I'm just pathetic ways to capture her, to imitate ...
Phildel's voice you can not trap. I understand it well
Jean-Baptiste Grenouille, the protagonist of Perfume , and envy him to madness. While listening to the voice of
Phildel are obsessed by a foolish question, the one that emerged a decade ago: how can co-exist on earth something like this sound ... and then all the rest? Rest where there is everything and, inevitably, there is also the worst, now I do not even want to mention ...
I can only say that if the humans can create even spells like that, then maybe, maybe really all the tragedies with which we have destroyed the Earth have a modicum of sense ... I am becoming convinced that Phildel is a lovely mermaid with the long hair, but it really should not surprise me if she was a monster, capable of anything like other human beings. Perhaps humans are ingrained indistantemente all these choices, the most terrible and most wonderful ... It is an idea that borders on the unconscionable!
There's only one and I sure did not belong to human beings: Farookh Bulsara, or Freddie Mercury. He it was really divine. In fact, not dead, it is impossible. The idea of \u200b\u200bhis death makes it all meaningless. I can not really think about it. His death is only the date of birth that happens when you open a page on him.
... Write in here like a diary is certainly inappropriate. I regret it tomorrow, I'm already regretting now. But it is always the same story: I believe in sharing, in spite of everything, and serendipity. And it's better that never cease to believe in sharing, otherwise I'll end up thinking like Christopher McCandless. About: Sean Penn, you are a disgusting traitor. Make sure to read the book Into The Wild : the film Alexander Supertramp stabs behind at the last moment, hoping to take you to the stomach. But Sean Penn has not been able to say everything and, what is worse, he said things that no one can know if they are true. Who knows
in Alaska if I could sustain the beauty ...
One evening, my friend, Gianvito, wept after a movie. He had never done, as I remember. But she did not cry for having identified with the characters. She cried for the Royal. He cried because the film was too good.
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* NdEta : no, I remembered that the song was Ederlezi Goran Bregovic. The same effect is now overflowing with me in 2011 ...
Install Skin Motorola V9
A play on the walls of Lucca
Please, note the whimsical broncin the Ribbon in hearing what Beto asks for the photo!
leaf on his head makes me a little 'Pocahontas and a little' Juliette Lewis. She was a god!
Sparano verses burst as of animals, these two, then at some point you fall silent on their friends machines. They have one thing that is much more basic importance of professionalism (not that one miss) play as children (and photographing). And for the children, as the eternal Bruno Munari said, the game is a very serious thing.
I know of photos that celebrate the camera as an object that are ad nauseum, but Ribbon, with her baby in the neck, he really ficaggine of a rock star with the instrument ...
'A-ha! Caught! "
(That poor girl! We just enjoy the sgam, look at that face!)
really worse than a naughty little girl, I swear! Pooovero Beto ...
A little woman in miniature.
With enamel stolen from the mother, probably ... And yet again that there are six sizes with heels in more! : D
have friends scattered around is fun, but ... Damn ... Boys ... I miss you. : '(
* This time, however, the excuse is serious: to develop roller coast. Grrrfgnghnn!
As always dilute what I do with timing of the complaint in time, so now I just developed the pictures that I promised to publish * in November, after the epic long-awaited meeting with my Ribbon magic and her very ronzing Beto !
But now there are!
are no pictures as breathtaking as those who have taken their , but I like them - especially thanks in part to the subjects. :)
are no pictures as breathtaking as those who have taken their , but I like them - especially thanks in part to the subjects. :)
Please, note the whimsical broncin the Ribbon in hearing what Beto asks for the photo! 
leaf on his head makes me a little 'Pocahontas and a little' Juliette Lewis. She was a god! 
Sparano verses burst as of animals, these two, then at some point you fall silent on their friends machines. They have one thing that is much more basic importance of professionalism (not that one miss) play as children (and photographing). And for the children, as the eternal Bruno Munari said, the game is a very serious thing. 
I know of photos that celebrate the camera as an object that are ad nauseum, but Ribbon, with her baby in the neck, he really ficaggine of a rock star with the instrument ... 
'A-ha! Caught! "(That poor girl! We just enjoy the sgam, look at that face!)
really worse than a naughty little girl, I swear! Pooovero Beto ... 
A little woman in miniature. 
With enamel stolen from the mother, probably ... And yet again that there are six sizes with heels in more! : D 
have friends scattered around is fun, but ... Damn ... Boys ... I miss you. : '(
* This time, however, the excuse is serious: to develop roller coast. Grrrfgnghnn!
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Need Money Desperately -loan
Skeletro379 and other junk on two legs, I personally find very nice
[Soundtrack ideal post: Let It Fall by Lykke Li (thanks Federica Orlati!) and / or The Morning Breaks So Cold And Grey of Lycia (thanks to Renato!) : two beautiful songs diametrically opposed, but both fucking in the right mood - depending on how the moon turns to me and other friends Rubbish, of course. ]
Facing rotten monsters
If you want to burn out, you too, at Cremona, at No. 36 in the Galleria del Corso, is still set up trashed, the exhibition Skeletro379 , Federico Fronterre and DCF. Why you open up, however, should contact Fred:
At this point I send a video-treat documenting dialogue took place between a visitor and Skeletro379 Trashed, at the opening on 5 November.
These blasphemous speeches pronounced between theology and art from our favorite Abruzzo always kill me, but if you do not want to put up with Whole, at least go to these things more or less at 2:55 ... Brilliant ... (And note that the doll is setting our Skellington, which is really a wonderful thing!)
an exhibition was a real party (from whom I am very careful not to take part!). These are the photino that I stole one of the many afternoons during preparation:
masks and sheets as rain ...
"But we just hang them all?"
(Federico and David during the masochistic enterprise)
This one faceless drawings of the sea called Marina Brunetti .
"Now the tear."
"Hello, I'm your friend teddy bear."
"Drink is good for me."
Even the puppets Skeletro try to get closer to the bottle ...
"My name is David and I will kill you all."
"A drawing is taking life,"
"And if you enter into a drawing for Renato?
Now Instead, I sollazzerò pouring out in the sketches I did more or less the same bunch of beautiful brains massacred one evening at the home of Renato. They are a mix of schizzacci, ideas and portraits.
I suddisegnati Federico Fronterre and Ilaria Moorgate Borraccino , shortly after the peaceful moments in which I portrayed them, were exploding due dell'insostenibilità Renato and David: when Renato and David begin to hear some epic song, possibly taken from some apocalyptic film, climb on the tables and are convinced to be the last devils of the earth. Their conversation between the biblical and trash were partially recorded by my drawings ...
I, meanwhile, Renato try to woo my way. That night I tried to pretend to be a zombie, for example.
(He replied that if I were a zombie I could please him. I just have to turn me, now ...)
This is Gary. It is same! I swear! : D
left again David. On the right, a passer-by to my fingers.
On the left one. On the right, half Moorgate.
I also like to load one of the inspirations of David that I tried to write directly, as he said these wonderful things and not even realized it was what I was doing ...
to stay close, imaginative rides like that if they can hear avalanches, but ends up on the internet only an imperceptible part of everything. So at least that I want to share this, even in its incomplete ...
When he saw what I did, replied:
If those words struck you, sometimes he allows his dreams here ...
egomaniacalmente I close with a photo scattatami by David at my request: before the boys cover the old adhesive Floida that inexplicably emblazoned on the door, it was necessary that I did capture near us, because ... It should be '... Why do simple mental associations and excites me with little ... Well, that day I was all in red because I was reading Floyd Red Michele Mari and I did not think of something else, from which they are hardened fanatic floydiana. And nothing ... I wanted to have this picture-puzzle. All ...
(Actually I think I have raised only a picture with a pose no sense ... But I can further aggravate my situation: the pride of those boots is that Syd Barrett was carrying a couple of paint red! ... EMH, moreover, to put the rubber bands around the average sneakers instead of strings because I had read that he did too! Perhaps it's that debase stop rock ... so my attitude )
(Eta if dice "di smetterla sputtanarsi !"!!!)
[Soundtrack ideal post: Let It Fall by Lykke Li (thanks Federica Orlati!) and / or The Morning Breaks So Cold And Grey of Lycia (thanks to Renato!) : two beautiful songs diametrically opposed, but both fucking in the right mood - depending on how the moon turns to me and other friends Rubbish, of course. ]
Facing rotten monsters Left invedibile something made by me, a creature of the right Renato Florindi aka Skeletro379.
Although this friend for years Commander of darkness here on earth in disguise as a designer, you can scribble with him is always an honor inerrancy, however, as I love to repeat, disasters have struck this man's visual irreparably my drawings from well before we knew of person ... If you want to burn out, you too, at Cremona, at No. 36 in the Galleria del Corso, is still set up trashed, the exhibition Skeletro379 , Federico Fronterre and DCF. Why you open up, however, should contact Fred:
At this point I send a video-treat documenting dialogue took place between a visitor and Skeletro379 Trashed, at the opening on 5 November.
These blasphemous speeches pronounced between theology and art from our favorite Abruzzo always kill me, but if you do not want to put up with Whole, at least go to these things more or less at 2:55 ... Brilliant ... (And note that the doll is setting our Skellington, which is really a wonderful thing!)
an exhibition was a real party (from whom I am very careful not to take part!). These are the photino that I stole one of the many afternoons during preparation:
masks and sheets as rain ... 
"But we just hang them all?" (Federico and David during the masochistic enterprise)
This one faceless drawings of the sea called Marina Brunetti . 
"Now the tear." 
"Hello, I'm your friend teddy bear." 
"Drink is good for me." 
Even the puppets Skeletro try to get closer to the bottle ... 
"My name is David and I will kill you all." 
"A drawing is taking life," 
"And if you enter into a drawing for Renato? Now Instead, I sollazzerò pouring out in the sketches I did more or less the same bunch of beautiful brains massacred one evening at the home of Renato. They are a mix of schizzacci, ideas and portraits.
I suddisegnati Federico Fronterre and Ilaria Moorgate Borraccino , shortly after the peaceful moments in which I portrayed them, were exploding due dell'insostenibilità Renato and David: when Renato and David begin to hear some epic song, possibly taken from some apocalyptic film, climb on the tables and are convinced to be the last devils of the earth. Their conversation between the biblical and trash were partially recorded by my drawings ...
I, meanwhile, Renato try to woo my way. That night I tried to pretend to be a zombie, for example.
(He replied that if I were a zombie I could please him. I just have to turn me, now ...) 
This is Gary. It is same! I swear! : D 
left again David. On the right, a passer-by to my fingers. 
On the left one. On the right, half Moorgate. 
I also like to load one of the inspirations of David that I tried to write directly, as he said these wonderful things and not even realized it was what I was doing ...
to stay close, imaginative rides like that if they can hear avalanches, but ends up on the internet only an imperceptible part of everything. So at least that I want to share this, even in its incomplete ...
When he saw what I did, replied:
If those words struck you, sometimes he allows his dreams here ... 
egomaniacalmente I close with a photo scattatami by David at my request: before the boys cover the old adhesive Floida that inexplicably emblazoned on the door, it was necessary that I did capture near us, because ... It should be '... Why do simple mental associations and excites me with little ... Well, that day I was all in red because I was reading Floyd Red Michele Mari and I did not think of something else, from which they are hardened fanatic floydiana. And nothing ... I wanted to have this picture-puzzle. All ...
(Actually I think I have raised only a picture with a pose no sense ... But I can further aggravate my situation: the pride of those boots is that Syd Barrett was carrying a couple of paint red! ... EMH, moreover, to put the rubber bands around the average sneakers instead of strings because I had read that he did too! Perhaps it's that debase stop rock ... so my attitude )
(Eta if dice "di smetterla sputtanarsi !"!!!)
soon, dear mid zrůda
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Monday, December 13, 2010
Who Has The Biggest Hips
The domino is a board game that takes place using 28 tiles. These are all divided into two sections marked with bearing the marks of shot, from 0 (no ball) 6. You can play in 2 or 4 people.
Time:
You start knocking on the table face down cards and distribute it 7-to-head, without letting them see your opponent. If you play in two of the remaining 14 should be left face down, for later use, if you play once in 4 7 cards dealt to each player will be gone. The first player is chosen randomly (or who is 6 if you play twice in 4) and starts to have the first card on the table, then the turn passes to the person next to her left they will be able to put a card attached to his to that which already exists only if it has one with a score equal to one of two sections. The shape of the snake tile is free. If a player can not attack a card, pass your turn if you play in 4, or fishing from the remaining ones and passes the turn unless you can not have that draw on the table. Who finishes first wins the tiles.
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