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delay on the troubled bank ...


I am sad.
I do not write for two weeks because it happened to me at all. And it is That's the problem. Report
fast every other day around. Saturday 17
take the guitar to the party ... sound a bit 'of people with another guy who brought his guitar ... great disappointment when she sings Irish songs and the native can not Starmie behind the lyrics ... they know better than them ... I also play with Louise, the French and I do not mind who knows how to play. Thursday, 22
I handed the essay in history, all written in a hurry on 21 and then he will be horrible, finished proofreading by Aisling at 10:30 pm (not thank you enough). The paper kept me busy the brain, but by Thursday I drag myself without reason from one place to another without a great desire to do something. I speak Thursday at Spring Hill an American when I can not remember and pronounce the name and discovered that like Pearl Jam ... is the first person I meet here who knows 'Black' ... It is also socialist! Then he met a Lithuanian ... at least so I understand ... and Den, in Irish, with whom I shared the taxi on the Saturday before I even offer a beer ... things did not seem to go so bad Thursday ... Over the weekend intensive exchange of SMS with Aisling on 'Irish folk songs' (which she loves but he did not know that there is a folk song which is called as her) and 'Irish names meaning' (his dream means or vision in a dream ... that of his sister's freedom ... "my parents are big Republicans" comment ... in a message).
Saturday at the party at the home of Anatole, I forgot about everything and everyone and I drank like a goat mixing all kinds of alcohol including cider makes me sick. I play the guitar but because I brought down with me to play 'La Bamba' or the 'macarena'. I was decently drunk and ended up talking to the Greeks of Plato and Aristotle (not a cliché, I really did). I get the number of Louise .... then I remember the night apart. I wake up on the couch by Anatole to 9 with one of the worst headache I've ever had to keep me company ... at least they are not alone!
I go home and sleep in the bus until 14.20. Today, Wednesday, something like 12 hours sleep until one in my asshole building does not decide to burn something and the alarm goes off .... I wake up already pissed. The most interesting thing I do is a walk of two hours for the entire beach area .... delay on the troubled bank (you'll understand later) look at the sea ... beautiful ... I love this land ...
now because I'm sad and I did not write enough, published a few poems that I read tonight to calm down and express how I feel pretty good. I know that many of you do not read them ... and you're wrong ... I just hope that someone appreciates.
The first and EA Poe (for non-anglophone or lazy translation, Alessandro Quattrone of this is below)

A Dream Within a Dream Take this kiss

upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow -
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone ?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand -
How few! Yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep – while I weep!
O God! Can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God can I not save
One from the pitiless wave? Is
to see That We Seem or
But a Dream Within a Dream?


A dream within a dream

Get this kiss upon the brow!
And now that I go away from you,
let me confess a few things:
not you're wrong if you think that my days
have been only a brief dream.
And even if hope has fled
overnight or in one day, in some
vision or anything,
is perhaps for that reason less lost? All

what we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.

delay on the troubled bank
the roaring surf the breakers,
and shake hands in the golden sand.
So few grains, so few! But as they fall on the shoreline

slowly slipping through his fingers,
while I cry, I cry constantly!
Oh God! I can not forge stronger
fist, tighten, hold them?
Oh, I can not even save
a wave that rushes cruelly? All

what we see or seem is but a dream within a dream?


Honestly I am not convinced this translation, it does not adhere to the rhythm the rhyme, but I find it so and so I put it. (For those who want to discuss ... you have my mail)
The other poetry, which I'll spare you the text in front of it in Russian, is Majakovkij, translated by AM Ripellino. (I wish I had even just a fingernail or the talent of Mayakovsky Poe)


DEDICATES ITSELF TO A FRIEND THESE LINES THE AUTHOR

Four.
heavy as a shot.
"To Caesar what is Caesar's, to God what is God" But a



where you can nestle like me?
Where I was preparing den? If I were



small as the Great Ocean, I
leverei on tiptoe waves,
high tide caressing the moon. Where to find a beloved

like me? Augustus would
to contain the sky!

Oh, if I were poor!
Like a Billionaire!
What is the money for the soul?
An insatiable thief lurks in it.
wild horde of my desires
not enough gold in all the Californias. If I were stuttering



as Dante or Petrarch! Turn
soul for one!
Rank them with verses of yearning to ashes!

And the words and my love
would be a triumphal arch:
pompously,
without a trace, pass under the
lovers of all ages.

Oh if I were silent

like thunder,
gemerei, shaking with
a shudder the decrepit chapel of the earth. If


I'll scream out loud with my voice
immense
flaming comets around and bite the arms, throwing himself headlong on
melancholy.

With rays of the eyes if I were chewing the nights


tarnished as the sun! What need have I

of water with my splendor
the womb thinner of the earth!

Sparrow,
dragging my great love.

Which night
delusional
sickly
from which Goliath was conceived,

so great and so useless?

Now if anyone has read this far, I already imagine the comments .... it is useless to ask you to spare .... I'm sad and use words of others (certainly more expressive of my meatloaf) to say ...

A sad hello.

PS: In the picture, even if you do not need an introduction, which remains his friend Edgar (in my humble opinion) a good head and shoulders above Vladimir. I call in vain to read the love poems of Poe.

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Appreciate the effort!


this week long. I had to finish the test of literature that I gave today, so I could not write. Now it's over, I would have to be studied, but I think today will go to the beach ... is a beautiful day.
I'm trying to do a post to Bridget Jones, so I'll try to squeeze all the important information (???) in a few sentences. I repeat: I appreciate the effort!
So important news: The earth is round
to turn around the sun, things are coming back to the way nature intended, in essence, Tuesday 13 I got tired of the continual 'maybe' Victoire and I said loud and clear 'if you do not like me tell me! I understand that you're beautiful I am the beast ', the answer was this:

' But no (Italian?? ed.) I've Already someone in my heart But in France. Thanks for your compliments (Yeah I know you're sincere;) But do not deserve to All These! Good evening XXX '.

least was clear, even if the temptation to answer 'and you could not tell me first as DID YOU KNOW!' In fact I think it's an excuse and say it to him, but then again, at least was clear.
MORE .... Thursday I am drunk. Saturday but not drink a lot '... Victoire accompany you home and Andi who had to share the taxi with me thinks well it's going to fuck back and leave me alone with others in the taxi. Tuesday, 13
still spend the wrath of God to 'Anchor for a few laps to call Aisling, spend a nice evening.
I think the interesting things are over, but I take this opportunity to say that always go by Anatole Tuesday to watch a movie with Kyle and finally we see a movie of his Chinese roommate. The film, not the envy of Talpa yet released to the cinema and we were among the first to see it all over the world. The film was American Gangster.
The plot? Be 'the film is long and it was in English but I try.
In practice, an actor dressed very 70's which seems to Frank Zappa and his colleague Russell Crowe (cop good-natured-super-good who hates dirty cops), my colleague, you will find later is corrupt and is in contact with Denzel Washington (Gangster drug related). Now, the crucial scene of the film is in the last half hour, when Russell Crowe stops his colleague.
The scene is more or less this:

Night. Clearinghouse of the drugs, whores nude everywhere maintain 'small fish' of the shop while the boss (the corrupt cop) is injected a nice dose of heroin and cut a lot of cocaine along with the thugs (about a dozen) that supports him whatever he says.
"Shit," says Frank Zappa. "I do not feel safe, I think that someone wants to put me in the ass ... this shit helps me not think about it "One drop of black blood leaves the vein.
"Take and you too ... now it's free "
Other astonished reply.
"Chief pui know you trust me," says one.
"Never with lice .... You Can Trust "
And so all the others. Arriva
Russell Crowe (who has received information from a 'small fish') with the cops, someone notices it and starts shooting a hellish punches blood shots kung-ku broken teeth. Obviously the good guys win and stop the corrupt cop. Russell Crowe chases the boss while trying to escape from a secondary exit, hit him from behind because obviously ran out of ammunition gun. Punches, flying teeth, blood and groans. Sound of broken bones.
Central police station. Interrogation.
Russel Crow says his former companion
"dirty son of a bitch, you have thousands of deaths on his conscience, brains burned the shit you sell ..... and all for a bit 'of fucking U.S. dollars !!!". Spits in the face throws a punch.
He says:
"Fuck off motherfucker
asshole ...." "The electric chair is waiting for you"
"Kiss my ass!" spits and lights a cigarette.
Speak stonzo ... when the cargo arrives (presumably drug)! "
" Fuck you, I see my lawyer here "off his cigarette.
Russell Crowe continues to ask questions hit him, but Frank Zappa did not respond, smokes and looks at him scornfully.
background music and scene change.
news pictures that follow the process until the death sentence. Jubilation in the city.
Rain. Lightning and a lot of people out of prison. Televisions connected from across America. Inside the prison. Sentencing to death of Frank Zappa. Russell Crowe looks through the glass scratched and worn. Crowe's face is deformed by a deep scratch in the glass. Bold frame. Lights
the electric chair, a few seconds. The convicted
says
"You will pay all crap, you will pay more ... can suffer as ...." At this time a thick white froth from the mouth and comes out milky lineage. Lightning
final, dark, black clouds and shot up with music louder and louder.
Finish.
This is the most important scene. Now, in Italy this movie is too violent, then (I'm aware) has been censored. After a diligent search I found a guide of the Italian version. Here are two scenes I have described:

evening came, he reclined at table with the Twelve. While eating, he said: "Verily I say unto you, one of you shall betray me." And they were greatly distressed and began to ask everyone: Is it I, Lord?
Now, while they were eating, Jesus took bread, blessed it, broke it and gave it to his disciples, saying: "Take, eat, this is my body." Then he took the cup, gave thanks, gave it to them, saying, "Drink all"
While he was still speaking, Judas came here, one of the twelve, and with him a great crowd with swords and clubs, sent from the chief priests and elders of the people. Then they came back and laid hands on Jesus and arrested him. And behold, one of those who were with Jesus put his hand to the sword, pulled out and struck the high priest's servant and cut off his ear .[...] Then, had bequeathed in chains, led him away and handed over to Pilate the governor. Meanwhile Jesus stood before the governor and the governor asked him, saying, Art thou the King of the Jews. " Jesus replied, "You say." But when he was accused by the chief priests and elders, he answered nothing. Pilate said to him: "Do you hear how many things they testify against you?". But Jesus answered not a word.
From noon until the ninth hour there was darkness over all the earth. Around three o'clock, Jesus cried in a loud voice, "Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?" which means "My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?" And Jesus with a loud cry and breathed his last.

If you're not there yet I have noticed teased. I've actually seen maybe one hour film (which lasts perhaps three hours) because then we started talking about the U.S. Constitution and nuclear weapons with Kyle. But if you think about the two stories do not differ much. Jesus was the effects of a drug dealer .... and I mean dreams as God's representative on earth and in the church as God's representative, is responsible for thousands (millions?), deaths, torture, and destroyed minds (think of the CL or the Boy Scouts), fraud, etc. ... only $ Oldie. Opus Dei to be clear, but also the jubilee, etc. ... I think his death Jesus had thought these words because then he did it .... and then had warned us, Jesus was a tallow capital! Listen to this (emphasis mine):

From 'the parable of the talents'

"[...] you should have put my money to the bankers and so coming I should have received mine own with the' interest. Take therefore the talent, and give it to who has the ten talents. Why anyone has will be given and will have, but anyone who has not will be taken away even that which . And dispose of the unprofitable servant into outer darkness: there shall be weeping and gnashing of teeth. "

Where is the merciful God who helps the poor? Or, in the parable of the five virgins, who happens to mass never say:

"The bridegroom was late, [the virgins] they all slumbered and slept. At midnight there was a cry, Behold, the bridegroom! Then all those virgins arose and trimmed their lamps. And the foolish said to the wise, [we always talk about five virgins were foolish and five were wise because they had oil for lamps]: Give us of your oil for our lamps are going out. But they replied: No, that may not be enough for us and for you, go rather to the dealers and buy. " Series ... I do my cocks and fuck you.

generous God .... absent. And cherry pie
sulal:

"Now as they went to buy 'oil, the bridegroom came, and the virgins who were ready went with him to the wedding" ... a trumpet

Polygamy? Sex with virgins five at once? He begins to like the gospel!

Now I think I've written enough. I think of this frenzy while watching the movie, but I drank so much wine completely empty stomach (I ate only a Tuesday Fish & Chips). Now that I have to study much.
I take this opportunity to make the usual (spontaneous)
Congratulations special greetings to Calpurnia, for graduation, the order of arrival at
Costa (who knew so much as finished)
Giulio (Watch out .... you know that Putin does not like when it comes to Chechnya)
Last but not least. .. Carla. Remember this name because he plans to conquer the world and in my opinion and you're going to make all his slaves, I will be his court jester.

Hello everyone

PS: Although it may claim this post is dedicated to the three above mentioned who have graduated and envy that I feel .... I know that is not the blog of Beppe Grillo but ... appreciated the effort!

Cheers.

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Views the pressing demands and criticism (constructive?) comments received in the last post, I'll try to write something different, to reduce the space 'Bridget Jones' to a minimum of swearing and stuff, so dear to my readers, this post.
from the end.
But it is possible that God is so inherently asshole? Diomadonna bitch! Of all the bad luck that we are the world I've taken all! For those who do not remember my list of major mishaps in Northern Ireland:

- I lose a pair of gloves that I wanted particularly. (First week)

- Waste my mp3 player that does not particularly wanted to but I wanted songs that were in it and that I have in the laptop, and more I have to buy a new (second or third week)

- coughing blood. (Normal routine but it is not nice)

- I would break the camera to which, as for the reader, not particularly wanted to but I wanted that I spent € 170 / 180 in July to buy it.

(today) I break the power of the PC and buy another at the modest sum of £ 40 ie 60 €.

Now if the lady is not a bitch I become a Buddhist Monaco.
Maddiocane!
The week was not so bad! On Monday I met Aisling and I was helpful for the test, Tuesday, the first sign of bad luck. Arrive on time at the station got the wallet at home (Eel with monthly ticket ride in) that I lose the train and jump the seminar. I go out to the evening game of pool and I lose .... I must learn to recognize these signs of destiny! Wednesday
do I get to go to Derry for Halloween. I decide to last and I do not mask. Arriving with them only that Jane is with me on the train we meet with Tiago and Victoire, then meet the others. Eventually I pass a pleasant evening, a long time back but with Victoire first university (in a taxi with his parents who were in Derry). It does not seem bothered by my complimeti and clear attitude of wanting to be with her .... but the valley to understand women! I do not mask but I do put some fake blood on the forehead and palm Victoire hands. I go around say that Jesus Christ (is the best I can invent as a disguise).
Derry on Halloween is crazy. Deficient in costume convinced that nice run for the city. It seems that only our carnival here come the girls are naked and running with cows centocinquantachilierotti outfits and miniskirts by Wonder Woman or Batgirl (just ridiculous). There are also pussies dizzying running virtually naked, but are cool wooden barbie frigid, naked flesh, not an ounce of charm.
"Shit is everywhere." Comments so talking to Kyle when we see a guy dressed as Hitler, complete with a swastika and mustache ... We will see two more ... Shit is everywhere ... Around midnight launch party of glass bottles against the police cars (which does not react while being outnumbered), with the Foruno I risk being hit by a bottle in the face ...
'll tell you what I think of Halloween I post a poem that was a bit 'that I did not (return to the old blog as you wish):

the waving of hands, the posturing of the limbs in
putrid whiteness,
the mouth without words, without the eyes
light -
Such a farce, a farce never like this!
boulevards of human waste on parade!
look at them!
look!
god, I'm going to puke out my damned bettered
heart at the sight of them! These
awful disgusting creatures posing as
this or that -
a king, a bathing beauty, a dancer, a clown
, a mouse ....
christ stop it!
the walls are falling!
this darkness shakes me like a dirty rag!
human waste throughout the parade
Centuries!
why am I the only one alive?

there's no answer to that.

Charles Bukowski, 'the parade' ... Need I say more?

For non-anglophone here is the translation (not mine, that of Enrico Franceschini)

shaking hands, posing with arms
putrid whiteness
mouths without words, without eyes
light.
a farce like this, never seen such a farce!
boulevard of human waste on parade!
look at them!
look!
god, look at them I feel like throwing out my damn heart

these hideous rotten disgusting
imitate this or that, a Miss
a king, a ballerina,
a clown, a mouse ...
Christ is enough!
collapsing houses!
this darkness shakes me like a dirty carpet!
a parade of human waste through the centuries
!
because I'm the last one left alive?
but this domanada
there is no answer.

's what I think of Halloween and Carnival ... and the whole of humanity ...
Nothing to report for the other days. Thursday I go out, drink whiskey and talk to a guy who has four degrees including one in classical culture and literature in the other, so we talk about literature. I could write for hours about why I did not share his ideas on the translation of poetry, but then get bored. I'll save even if the topic interests me so much (for the record we would like to do my thesis). Friday
not do shit, and just study, the same Saturday and then go party at the Maple Lodge. Victoire meeting that he was not seen in Derry to Dublin (with parents), but with whom I stayed in touch via sms. I talk to her but not anything done, I drink a little 'and a meeting with Irish drunk named Katherine who is studying art or something like that. I take his number .... you never know ... can always serve and not the bad girl. I see Victoire
Sunday, just a greeting, but not enough for me to make me studiuare. Provoo to study all day. Today incazzatura
lesson study and for the PC. Aisling meeting and propose to see us tomorrow to help with the essay. Accept. Tomorrow may be a better day, or after the camera and the power could break a leg. Only the gods know.

do not know if there is to enjoy this post (not me), but I tried to put a little 'short of cursing and Bridget Jones. At least admire the effort.
I know you miss sex .... trust me .... I KNOW!
As the title says: I'm back, the usual loser of all time, we can not change what we are, we can change only the way to try ...

As usual greetings spontaneous. Calpurnia
that if they are to buy something chic green. Carla
Primark then that she discovered what is to come at all costs (and I have to take her shopping ... Sigh!)
Federica me if you
resumes just because they are the only people who can make an attempt on my life at this time.

PS: If you know of a god, even minor or loser, it does not matter, put a good word. Thanks ... Hello.

PPS: In the picture: that I have dinner with 12 friends in Derry ... one of them will betray me.