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.
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