the end
TECHNOLOGY hate in all its petty forms with which illusion you and humiliates you.
are just missing the picture BUDAPEST - Part I. all because of technology, progress and management of this alcohol LJ!
hate and hate this computer.
goodbye
Saturday, May 13, 2006
Get Free Vezon And Kardas Building Instructions
BUDAPEST - BUDAPEST
April 28 began with a few hours late. We moved in the early afternoon to go shopping.
Kizsò occurred at Nyugati with a beautiful shirt.
We were in a record store whose ¾ discs were used exclusively for DEPECHE MODE.
I bought "Vauxhall & I Morrissey (in a not-too-hypothetical-list of his best work places it in third place, with "Maladjusted." Clearly, preceded by "You Are the Quarry" and "Ringleader of the Tormentors") and "Trans Europe Express" by Kraftwerk in German for my brother. Matt bought a Kizsò a live DVD of a group I can not remember the name. Group together who have seen live in 2003. whispered to take Kizsò distracted, he did everything without his knowledge. He paid if you put in your backpack and you rocked the idea of seeing the face of our great friend when gliel'avrebbe given. Smug when we reached the clerk of the shop and chased after asking to be able to change the copy of the DVD with another. He needed that specific because the only copy with the price printed on them. Everything has been said in Hungarian. Evidently Kizsò translated. Later he went translation, the more he realized that what he was pulling out of the backpack Matt would be her gift. The expression of Matthew to see his empire of cards disappear at the first gust of wind? I can not describe!
We had lunch at the Subway near Deák tér.
For the first time we have betrayed our beloved turkish restaurant situated opposite the Theatre. That no one will ever match their lemonade!
At Subway Kizsò took a lot to tell each other "dirty" in the bathrooms of the post-capitatagli Kizsò great, never mind ... -. I gave him my gift, Jonathan Coe's book "The House of Sleep." I love this book so much that sometimes, in moments of despair, I re-read the steps. It is of great comfort! Afterwards he and Matt went to make purchases from other Iguana and I spent a wonderful afternoon with Zita. After being chased for half an hour between a basilica, a metro station and a damn Castro bistro under a loggia, finally, we find ourselves. We've got to spend more than a few simple hours together. We have taken all the time in the world. We were told and understood. All framed by some more-than-decent glasses of white wine.
Meanwhile, elsewhere in Budapest, there was an essay Kizsò with a beer in my hand and wearing a black jacket who laughed servus an idiot ...
; 
We returned home Bence who told us a great game of table-ok, not really great but if not I emphasize I am not happy. " It's called Metro. The player assumes the role of a builder of railroads in the metropolitan Lutèce the early twentieth century. Who is able to connect multiple stations in his possession when he won-do you want Matt revenge;) -.
On the morning of 29 we went to sleep as usual, even if in the end at 10:30 am i already opened my eyes tragically. I just have to hear the music, make me a nice long shower, and wait for the awakening of the bear (with affection Mattia). That afternoon we went to the Chain Bridge
And then in Vaci utca to do some shopping. I reviewed all of souvenir sellers that there could be more trash, all in search of a plastic ball Budapest with the snow in for Valentina. We have come across a lovely group of Scots, who in turn have been around a few square hopping and singing their traditional song. Trasbordanti pints of beer in the early afternoon rarely lead to anything good for their reputation. In the late afternoon I have reviewed with Zita while Matt went to Kizsò. We would see late at night to dance and drink (as we drank!). Compared to the previous day to meet with Zita was much simpler. We gathered in front of the family Nyugati. From there we started to walk without stopping. We talked until we come hungry. I told her about me and Barbara. She told me her ex-boyfriend and the current one. I found myself still struck by the words coming out of my mouth. In some moments the words were trembling slightly. It is a torture, I know. It is also the sign that I am a human being that needs to be loved like anyone else, to paraphrase, "How Soon Is Now?". After a good meal in a lovely restaurant near the metro Kalvin, after a delicious meal in the past to speak of this and that (many more, a few less), after a delicious meal ended with a delicious salad we went where we have to chacha later joined Kizsò and Matthias.
The evening was amazing, just like all the old ones in this city that seems made to pamper my ego. Beer in droves, vodka a go-go dancing and we were close to each other to good music as the swing version of "Wanderwall" of OASIS and "Feel good corporation" (as if I'm not mistaken) the never-too- ELVIS late. I raised some good move taken from footage of Moz, I was carried away by the time I went at least 10 times in the bathroom. Every time I left Fl-Fl-up to the woman officer to the bathroom. I think he bought a house with everything what I gave. A funny thing happened to me one of the last times coming from the bathroom. A girl comes to my hand, I literally put my hand on, sorry, package and tells me something in Hungarian. Not quite understanding what he meant to let me know that young woman, but considering that everyone who puts a hand on the package and you hardly want to say something to offend you smiling at me, I thanked her and I offered her the best of my smiles. Fattesi 5 in the morning we headed towards Nyugati where Zita had laciato his car that was reported in the small town by the name of Monor. We greeted us with an appointment in October, when he comes to Rome for two, maybe three, months. Back to home, because certainly we would be back home but I do not remember anything, I'm lying in bed and I opened my eyes only in the morning when the alarm sounded while poor Matt has spent the night throwing up the soul. Enough to have lying on the sofa in the living room so as to be closer to the bathroom. Seeing smug sleep also had the urge to wake up at night, if he had only one would return to Rome. No matter which of the two. Just one.
here we are at 11 am appointment with Kizsò and Alma to go to the airport. At 11 o'clock in the morning here Kizsò that opens eyes, looks around and realizes he did not put the alarm ( fuck ... fuck ... fuck-). It is already late for an appointment. Matt is an irreversible coma. Every now and then says something that is always followed by a mumble something typical when you salt on the stomach and trying to stop last through clenched teeth. This situation also adds the hiccups. In his absence I, Alma Kizsò and we laughed at everything.
Here at the start, one of the umpteenth departure from Budapest. Exactly seven years ago we set foot for the first time, we kids pompous of our culture and our city are still bloated in ROME ... - on Hungarian soil, and immediately, with those balloons of different colors that Kizsò waved his hands with the written name mo, something snapped. That indefinable something so I can now call it love. I love all those extraordinary people I know in Budapest. I love those (are you two) with whom I shared those moments of incredibly exciting and other times emotionally devastating. It's all here with me, in what is called "personal baggage". I brought home my "baggage" more and more filled, the best way to end a trip.
When Victor Hugo said that the most complicated thing about poetry is to fill the space between a rhyme and another had fully reason. Equally difficult to fill with poetry stages of his life when it is dark. I believe that these 5 days have meant a lot to many of us. That is enough.
Friday, May 5, 2006
Letter Combination Lock
Part II - Part I
A nightclub in the open. Probably four in the morning of April 28. In the body are felt determined 10 shot of Absolut Vodka, preceded by two glasses of wine in the afternoon. The live music of high and low. "La isla bonita" by Madonna is getting bored air-ok, maybe he was just bored me-when, as a thunder and more gentle sound of a bomb, "Bigmouth Strikes Again" by The Smiths and invades the runway with her whole ' Margaret Island. It's sublime. It's my delirium - Bigmouth du da da da daaa! -. Explosion in a reckless and unbridled dance. It's my delirio.Credo this is an excellent opening words to tell the Edenic my days in Hungary. The music, her ever-present. It was closed within the walls of a nightclub located under the street level -S ü ss fel-nap, in the Metro-Kalvin chacha-or, indeed, free to float to the island Margherita.Le people; extraordinary beauty with which they kept me in the arm these days! I was mad, Kizsò, Zita, Alma, Bence, Dorcas ... in this city that can offer its product only to those who know him ask with kindness and elegance. 
That morning, when we arrived at the airport, watching the sun from Budapest as a father his son in his first, timid steps. Big changes on the horizon. Many shipyards. Budapest, a city in turmoil.
Bello enter a cinema, The Odeon, which is also video library and coffee. So elegant that makes you forget that you came to see a movie, "The Consequences of Love." I've always loved watching films in Italian cinema abroad.
seems absurd but this is one of the first things we did Matt and I just arrived, shortly after having taken a nice cold beer in the house of the wise Kizsò. It was the afternoon of April 26. On the first day.
Just below the house a beautiful park full of flowers and children on tricycles. Me and Matt, he said, to play the part of the gay couple on honeymoon who take pictures of the flowers ...
the second morning that of 27, was exciting. After a breakfast-lunch-dose of chocolate croissants, bikes in hand, we have traveled far and wide mother Margaret with its flowering trees and people are satisfied by the spring sunshine. Because emotion is very present in my memory was this island. Why this much in my memory was that white loggia that seems to call loudly "The mysteries of the garden of Compton House chief of Peter Greenaway.
Oktogon tér then welcomed us in a torrential downpour, so we had to fix somewhere.
That evening we went to S ü ss fel nap where Kizsò held months ago, a memorable Depeche Mode Party. This event requires further investigation. On Thursday, this place completely decorated by an anarchist painter-drinker that these were his debts with the club owner, has done the work for free-hosting the university party. This Thursday was no exception. The girls were a disarming beauty but what thrilled me most was leaving their approach. Know what they want and know how to get. I can honestly say that this trip had placed a lot of expectations. I came here for Kizsò, absolutely. I came here to see the beautiful Zita. I came here to feel wanted again, to regain a bit 'self-esteem which, these days, you pay dearly. With these premises an affair with one of these beautiful girls eager-uninhibited-was the obvious thing to do. Maybe I did well but I will not be heard. Many factors played into this decision. I did not want the first person I kissed after Barbara was a Hungarian all that I would never seen in my life. My ego is satisfied, however, returned to Rome. Every night was an evening where you can kiss someone. Every night there was a girl attracted to me. So enough. That
evening at S ü ss fel nap, I finished alone. Kizsò and Matt had come home. I stayed until closing time, closing with a beautiful "Try" by Macy Gray. 5e30 It was the morning and felt only my footsteps in a Budapest silent.
Friday, April 21, 2006
Memorial Wording For Deceased Ones At A Wedding
GREETINGS!
in the beautiful fall day today for me two very important birthdays.
if I put them in order of importance would not know how to move.
I could start with the oldest. Yes, I think a good idea. democratic.
then, many auguti ROME. your wishes for 2759 years!
I want to return to the Garden of Oranges and magnify your beauty. you that your earnings in aging charm. I was born in this city, no other can ever take your place. no matter where fate will take me.
still wish, Mamma Roma.
happy birthday to you, Galatea. a year ago you came into my life. Barabara and I distinctly remember when we came to get you. were so small and helpless. your crooked tail that made me fall in love with you. I felt tied to your fate. and if today will not be there to celebrate with you does not mean that you think. when is this feeling of belonging are not reliable 3, 4 months of separation to be forgotten in the directory.
plump that you imagine taking a walk around the house, now that the sun shines all over Rome. now that the sun shines on your hair RED. I hope to be able to give you something to eat as soon as possible, to get me to bite the hand and curl up with you.
in the beautiful fall day today for me two very important birthdays.
if I put them in order of importance would not know how to move.
I could start with the oldest. Yes, I think a good idea. democratic.
then, many auguti ROME. your wishes for 2759 years!
I want to return to the Garden of Oranges and magnify your beauty. you that your earnings in aging charm. I was born in this city, no other can ever take your place. no matter where fate will take me.
still wish, Mamma Roma.
happy birthday to you, Galatea. a year ago you came into my life. Barabara and I distinctly remember when we came to get you. were so small and helpless. your crooked tail that made me fall in love with you. I felt tied to your fate. and if today will not be there to celebrate with you does not mean that you think. when is this feeling of belonging are not reliable 3, 4 months of separation to be forgotten in the directory.
plump that you imagine taking a walk around the house, now that the sun shines all over Rome. now that the sun shines on your hair RED. I hope to be able to give you something to eat as soon as possible, to get me to bite the hand and curl up with you.
Thursday, April 20, 2006
Kathryn Beich Company
tompea @ 2006-04-20T19: 09:00
I miss you today I can talk about the elections.
the Supreme Court validated the outcome in favor of the Centre-Left.
a few days, a week and a half now, I can look back on that damn 10 April. I remember when I was at SS Apostoli with David and the meeting was under Prodi's first slip in conjunction with the downsizing of the results, in my mind was heavily influenced by hearing the voices of commentators to the 2000 U.S. elections. precisely in the manner and form in which they were documented in "Fahrenheit 9 / 11" by Mike Moore. a chill evening breeze brought the first alarmed me.
I could not imagine a different result from the victory. now that came necessary to make room considers key as it is so clear moral difference between the Left and the Center-Right? is so blatant mismanagement of the CDL? so is the net motion compensation of the Italians in front of a prime minister who, at best, from the "balls" to voters opponents?
maybe not. I thought maybe that was a clear distinction between the two sides is not perceptible facilemnte-I wonder if there at all. " the same people who in 2001 investigated a preferred-berlusconi-a-political-Rutelli confermatoi have their vote. 5 years as if they had not existed. can be raised in victory but certainly can not be enthusiastic. I do not know who to blame for ruining the most important day of the year. for ruining the party. party that there was in me and that was definitely NOT be in SS Apostoli. I wonder, what sense was proclaiming himself to celebrate the winners when only the morning after it became known that we had the Senate? admitted that the leaders had this information first dinosaur if it was that it went well-it would be more elegant look. I understand it was so long he expected to uncork the champagne. 5 long years.
now so you have to show me what the voters of CDL that you can govern well. do these miracles-but-nobody asks commit to revive its fortunes. not to push the guys like me to go to London hoping, deep down, to resolve his future work over the sleeve.
I miss you today I can talk about the elections.
the Supreme Court validated the outcome in favor of the Centre-Left.
a few days, a week and a half now, I can look back on that damn 10 April. I remember when I was at SS Apostoli with David and the meeting was under Prodi's first slip in conjunction with the downsizing of the results, in my mind was heavily influenced by hearing the voices of commentators to the 2000 U.S. elections. precisely in the manner and form in which they were documented in "Fahrenheit 9 / 11" by Mike Moore. a chill evening breeze brought the first alarmed me.
I could not imagine a different result from the victory. now that came necessary to make room considers key as it is so clear moral difference between the Left and the Center-Right? is so blatant mismanagement of the CDL? so is the net motion compensation of the Italians in front of a prime minister who, at best, from the "balls" to voters opponents?
maybe not. I thought maybe that was a clear distinction between the two sides is not perceptible facilemnte-I wonder if there at all. " the same people who in 2001 investigated a preferred-berlusconi-a-political-Rutelli confermatoi have their vote. 5 years as if they had not existed. can be raised in victory but certainly can not be enthusiastic. I do not know who to blame for ruining the most important day of the year. for ruining the party. party that there was in me and that was definitely NOT be in SS Apostoli. I wonder, what sense was proclaiming himself to celebrate the winners when only the morning after it became known that we had the Senate? admitted that the leaders had this information first dinosaur if it was that it went well-it would be more elegant look. I understand it was so long he expected to uncork the champagne. 5 long years.
now so you have to show me what the voters of CDL that you can govern well. do these miracles-but-nobody asks commit to revive its fortunes. not to push the guys like me to go to London hoping, deep down, to resolve his future work over the sleeve.
Sunday, April 16, 2006
Krementz Jewelry History
tompea @ 2006-04-16T22: 20:00
That's it for hours after an evening spent drinking shot-to-shot (10!), I return home. It was 4 o'clock in the morning.
Monte Cervialto was silent, the lights flash alternately to each other.
orange ball that marked the way for any passer-by to me that I was there.
within the rich caravan of life is possible, of all the clubs in Rome, attended by entering the same helium & Sara (h) mona? yes, there definitely.
I was with my classmate. We spent the evening at the bar of this restaurant San Lorenzo where the shot cost 1 €.
we talked about us, the changes are essential, irrevocable, and postponed. smile-I know there will be future-that will be slightly muted by a layer of bitterness. for a while, anyway.
no longer even want to back the person you want. it is to fill a void that leaves you, at times, evenings like this, confused.
like a child left alone in a crowd fleeing from a fire.
le cose vanno affrontate partendo da se stessi. as you can feel good about other people-I, shit, I'm fine with you! - is never enough. it is not in the terms you need to dream, to touch her cheek and whispered "would you like a romantic dinner tonight ...".
sharing is extraordinary. share the same bed for nights. approach the door of his house to let a bunch of flowers or cones and distinctly hear the door frames of its intrinsic flavor.
sharing is extraordinary, I said.
remember when I first read "The Pleasure of D'Annunzio. I was at home to Lille in Tallinn, Estonia.
was the summer of 2000. for the first time in my life-I can still feel so strong that feeling of disbelief, of anxiety, surprise, relief-I read words that seemed directed at me. words were the same as the guide to living in the moment My reading of the same. I went on more than recognize that the personal aspects of cerda ... I did not even know what to believe. I felt stupid and amazed. I stopped reading several times to take a walk along the streets of Toompea summer. all interruptions. as opening a door when you know you will be in front of destiny.
sharing links you to places, people. all the more vivid the memory is much more difficult it is to bear the distance, which is temporal or geographical.
then we are all here, I guess, once a once another, listening to a song that seems to be made to make you cry. here to write about memories, memory-that I've always had a very bad memory that are destined to remember ... fate has always had a great sense of humor-of sensations to which one clings. yet it seems to go too badly. if I think about my future I see so many things to do but I can not keep them below. yet they all seem far away. far from being reached.
goodbye my love, goodbye my friend
,
you were the one for me
also in the wrong, we did not understand what
one day will seem so obvious,
suddenly
that laugh of taste,
We say:
"it was worth it"
it would be worth-worth, in fact, however, no matter what.
because it is my deep sense of need to know, kisses, caresses, looks, attention and love that makes me human, alive and conscious of the enormous gift that life gave me.
have known love, having met him, kissed, caressed, observed carefully and you've had it, over-all-things, loved.
I almost feel like saying I do not care to know you are with someone else. in a room to offer you something to drink from an interesting person. does not matter. I know I make mistakes with you. just like I did. will never be able to admit his faults, his errors of superficiality, with the frankness that I had with you. as if to say that anyone who steps to our door, is made curious by the lights inside, knock and ask "Hello?" any of them, will never be equal.
is a sad fact that I carry between the covers tonight.
last night where I really want to make love to you.
just as I remember.
night
That's it for hours after an evening spent drinking shot-to-shot (10!), I return home. It was 4 o'clock in the morning.
Monte Cervialto was silent, the lights flash alternately to each other.
orange ball that marked the way for any passer-by to me that I was there.
within the rich caravan of life is possible, of all the clubs in Rome, attended by entering the same helium & Sara (h) mona? yes, there definitely.
I was with my classmate. We spent the evening at the bar of this restaurant San Lorenzo where the shot cost 1 €.
we talked about us, the changes are essential, irrevocable, and postponed. smile-I know there will be future-that will be slightly muted by a layer of bitterness. for a while, anyway.
no longer even want to back the person you want. it is to fill a void that leaves you, at times, evenings like this, confused.
like a child left alone in a crowd fleeing from a fire.
le cose vanno affrontate partendo da se stessi. as you can feel good about other people-I, shit, I'm fine with you! - is never enough. it is not in the terms you need to dream, to touch her cheek and whispered "would you like a romantic dinner tonight ...".
sharing is extraordinary. share the same bed for nights. approach the door of his house to let a bunch of flowers or cones and distinctly hear the door frames of its intrinsic flavor.
sharing is extraordinary, I said.
remember when I first read "The Pleasure of D'Annunzio. I was at home to Lille in Tallinn, Estonia.
was the summer of 2000. for the first time in my life-I can still feel so strong that feeling of disbelief, of anxiety, surprise, relief-I read words that seemed directed at me. words were the same as the guide to living in the moment My reading of the same. I went on more than recognize that the personal aspects of cerda ... I did not even know what to believe. I felt stupid and amazed. I stopped reading several times to take a walk along the streets of Toompea summer. all interruptions. as opening a door when you know you will be in front of destiny.
sharing links you to places, people. all the more vivid the memory is much more difficult it is to bear the distance, which is temporal or geographical.
then we are all here, I guess, once a once another, listening to a song that seems to be made to make you cry. here to write about memories, memory-that I've always had a very bad memory that are destined to remember ... fate has always had a great sense of humor-of sensations to which one clings. yet it seems to go too badly. if I think about my future I see so many things to do but I can not keep them below. yet they all seem far away. far from being reached.
goodbye my love, goodbye my friend
,
you were the one for me
also in the wrong, we did not understand what
one day will seem so obvious,
suddenly
that laugh of taste,
We say:
"it was worth it"
it would be worth-worth, in fact, however, no matter what.
because it is my deep sense of need to know, kisses, caresses, looks, attention and love that makes me human, alive and conscious of the enormous gift that life gave me.
have known love, having met him, kissed, caressed, observed carefully and you've had it, over-all-things, loved.
I almost feel like saying I do not care to know you are with someone else. in a room to offer you something to drink from an interesting person. does not matter. I know I make mistakes with you. just like I did. will never be able to admit his faults, his errors of superficiality, with the frankness that I had with you. as if to say that anyone who steps to our door, is made curious by the lights inside, knock and ask "Hello?" any of them, will never be equal.
is a sad fact that I carry between the covers tonight.
last night where I really want to make love to you.
just as I remember.
night
Saturday, April 15, 2006
When Is Davids Bridal Next 99 Dollar Sale
tompea @ 2006-04-15T21: 33:00
are some days that everything seems to recur in a decisive way.
again that sense of emptiness that pervades the inner walls of my body.
how long it takes to metabolize the end of a relationship that lasted 2annie1 / 2-already dueanniemezzo! only now it seems that these numbers make sense. only now I seem to feel the weight that these years have on me. is as absurd then, finally, everything is reduced to numbers. the first report of my life, the first in a time ... all numbers. and I confirm to my computer not to show hidden files .-?
few days, 10 days for the accuracy, completeness, leave for Budapest, then Benicàssim, then London, then ...
then will fall on September 12.
that day I will call you to get you the best wishes
and find out that I have not forgotten
are some days that everything seems to recur in a decisive way.
again that sense of emptiness that pervades the inner walls of my body.
how long it takes to metabolize the end of a relationship that lasted 2annie1 / 2-already dueanniemezzo! only now it seems that these numbers make sense. only now I seem to feel the weight that these years have on me. is as absurd then, finally, everything is reduced to numbers. the first report of my life, the first in a time ... all numbers. and I confirm to my computer not to show hidden files .-?
few days, 10 days for the accuracy, completeness, leave for Budapest, then Benicàssim, then London, then ...
then will fall on September 12.
that day I will call you to get you the best wishes
and find out that I have not forgotten
Thursday, April 13, 2006
How To Hide The Pipes On A Pedestal Sink
tompea @ 2006-04-13T19: 20:00
I finally got some time to write, now that I'm home alone.
yesterday I spent the evening with David. I saw my umpteenth concert AFTERHOURS. but this time the Circle of Artists. used in places with average capacity of 4, 5 000 people, seeing them play in a club by paying 500 was exciting. that kind of feeling that every time fans of any team that has a successful concerts in arenas that would force him to relive.
this tour is in support of world output in the "Ballads for Little heyenas", the English version of the last "Ballads for Little Hyenas". a pity that the late Manuel Agnelli, returned from a fistfight with a concert before some of the public who bothered him because he annoyed the execution of the last disc of songs in English, began to sing a pearl of their discography: There are many ways "-those who have followed my blog you will find the text-browsing these pages. has sung in English. the public, very reactive and responsive, could not help but go with him singing in Italian. this has distracted, he bothered, he ... I do not know. I only know that he stopped singing and started the next piece, "Raptor"-shit, that piece! -. was so annoyed at having made "Raptor" with a grin, saying "this song is in Italian." as if to say "happy, assholes villagers?"
I thought a lot about what happened. I came to the conclusion that sometimes lived in, an event is not clearly perceptible. what at that moment he seemed to be a lack of respect or a challenge from the audience was merely a way to share an emotional moment with a person that excited. all. in their, our, simplicity we sang, I whispered, the version we know best. all.
sin, in fact.
I finally got some time to write, now that I'm home alone.
yesterday I spent the evening with David. I saw my umpteenth concert AFTERHOURS. but this time the Circle of Artists. used in places with average capacity of 4, 5 000 people, seeing them play in a club by paying 500 was exciting. that kind of feeling that every time fans of any team that has a successful concerts in arenas that would force him to relive.
this tour is in support of world output in the "Ballads for Little heyenas", the English version of the last "Ballads for Little Hyenas". a pity that the late Manuel Agnelli, returned from a fistfight with a concert before some of the public who bothered him because he annoyed the execution of the last disc of songs in English, began to sing a pearl of their discography: There are many ways "-those who have followed my blog you will find the text-browsing these pages. has sung in English. the public, very reactive and responsive, could not help but go with him singing in Italian. this has distracted, he bothered, he ... I do not know. I only know that he stopped singing and started the next piece, "Raptor"-shit, that piece! -. was so annoyed at having made "Raptor" with a grin, saying "this song is in Italian." as if to say "happy, assholes villagers?"
I thought a lot about what happened. I came to the conclusion that sometimes lived in, an event is not clearly perceptible. what at that moment he seemed to be a lack of respect or a challenge from the audience was merely a way to share an emotional moment with a person that excited. all. in their, our, simplicity we sang, I whispered, the version we know best. all.
sin, in fact.
Sunday, April 9, 2006
Dream Message Congratulations
tompea @ 2006-04-09T15: 47:00
return from the seat full of love and hope. with the clear conviction that a piece has been made. that the missing part of our country has finally been found in the dust of the vulgar and the latent shame.
were hard days, in which the only way to save themselves from a fool was going to bed wearing the shirt: "I did not vote for Berlusconi."
of the time you may get over the line with momentum between the fan and the voter. those who have passion runs this risk. the risk of exposing too. across There are people who close their world, who deny a right guaranteed by our Constitution, that President Ciampi would have had to ensure ... Sigh, that reminds us that there are citizens when they make their voices heard through the pencil inside the polling station, as in the square.
voice can not bear to remove!
you, than you who think a demonstration that more people, more people, is at home. as if a value has to be quiet. then the best thing is hearing about the "no change" of "all are equal."
you're all the same, for ever, ready to get on the bandwagon!
I finish my invettiva con il Manifesto dell'impegno politico. se non vi dice nulla, mi spiace. potrete rifarvi in un'altra vita, se ne avrete il coraggio.
"I was dreaming in my dreaming
of an aspect bright and fair
and my sleeping it was broken
but my dream it lingered near
in the form of shining valleys
where the pure air recognized
and my senses newly opened
I awakened to the cry
that the people have the power
to redeem the work of fools
upon the meek the graces shower
it's decreed the people rule
The people have the power
Vengeful aspects became suspect
and bending low as if to hear
and the armies ceased advancing
because the people had their ear
and the shepherds and the soldiers
lay beneath the stars
exchanging visions
and laying arms
to waste in the dust
in the form of shining valleys
where the pure air recognized
and my senses newly opened
I awakened to the cry
Where there were deserts
I saw fountains
like cream the waters rise
and we strolled there together
with none to laugh or criticize
and the leopard
and the lamb
lay together truly bound
I was hoping in my hoping
to recall what I had found
I was dreaming in my dreaming
god knows a purer view
as I surrender to my sleeping
I commit my dream to you
The power to dream, to rule
to wrestle the world from fools
it's decreed the people rule
LISTEN
I believe everything we dream
can as to pass through Our union
we can turn the world around
we can turn the earth's revolution
We have the power
People Have the Power "
return from the seat full of love and hope. with the clear conviction that a piece has been made. that the missing part of our country has finally been found in the dust of the vulgar and the latent shame.
were hard days, in which the only way to save themselves from a fool was going to bed wearing the shirt: "I did not vote for Berlusconi."
of the time you may get over the line with momentum between the fan and the voter. those who have passion runs this risk. the risk of exposing too. across There are people who close their world, who deny a right guaranteed by our Constitution, that President Ciampi would have had to ensure ... Sigh, that reminds us that there are citizens when they make their voices heard through the pencil inside the polling station, as in the square.
voice can not bear to remove!
you, than you who think a demonstration that more people, more people, is at home. as if a value has to be quiet. then the best thing is hearing about the "no change" of "all are equal."
you're all the same, for ever, ready to get on the bandwagon!
I finish my invettiva con il Manifesto dell'impegno politico. se non vi dice nulla, mi spiace. potrete rifarvi in un'altra vita, se ne avrete il coraggio.
"I was dreaming in my dreaming
of an aspect bright and fair
and my sleeping it was broken
but my dream it lingered near
in the form of shining valleys
where the pure air recognized
and my senses newly opened
I awakened to the cry
that the people have the power
to redeem the work of fools
upon the meek the graces shower
it's decreed the people rule
The people have the power
Vengeful aspects became suspect
and bending low as if to hear
and the armies ceased advancing
because the people had their ear
and the shepherds and the soldiers
lay beneath the stars
exchanging visions
and laying arms
to waste in the dust
in the form of shining valleys
where the pure air recognized
and my senses newly opened
I awakened to the cry
Where there were deserts
I saw fountains
like cream the waters rise
and we strolled there together
with none to laugh or criticize
and the leopard
and the lamb
lay together truly bound
I was hoping in my hoping
to recall what I had found
I was dreaming in my dreaming
god knows a purer view
as I surrender to my sleeping
I commit my dream to you
The power to dream, to rule
to wrestle the world from fools
it's decreed the people rule
LISTEN
I believe everything we dream
can as to pass through Our union
we can turn the world around
we can turn the earth's revolution
We have the power
People Have the Power "
Saturday, April 8, 2006
Large Clawfoot Curtain Rod
tompea @ 2006-04-08T16: 10:00
here I am back to you. here I find a little peace to put me to write these long days that I have separated from LJ.
distinctly remember the feeling of nausea that I felt when they spent in the television interview Alessi reporters in which he called on the kidnappers to release the kidnapped child, he was the kidnapper.
we all lie. we all carry below the secrets, great people, small people. in this sense I would say that no one is innocent. if no one is innocent, then, what was the triggering event that gave us a way so abhorrent to Alessi? in the darkness of his cell, maybe, he'll be thinking about the day he ceased to be a balanced and gentle boy to become what we know. life is made of circumstances. My personal idea is that we are in the life of a person 5 significant events. 5 large significant events. carried out are like that can turn to positive as negative. well, in which of these five moments Alessi took the wrong path? He never tried to retrace his steps?
in that when journalism has changed? when you put a microphone in the mouth of a mother who has just lost a child became entitled to chronicle? I wrote e-mails to various newsrooms ashamed for them. I wonder if they would only open my letters ...
to re-read these lines, I realize how much there is in the midst of banality. I'm not surprised, the simple things are trivial to most people. stop to wonder how it would appear groped want to stop the world. But no, this is not my intent, I look good. I just want to ask me questions to understand. are more down to earth than it should be easy to answer, no?
answer me you readers!
as provides a measure of the film Gattaca, in front of a dead
"even if it is an event so awful, I do not have prevented the earth to rotate"
here I am back to you. here I find a little peace to put me to write these long days that I have separated from LJ.
distinctly remember the feeling of nausea that I felt when they spent in the television interview Alessi reporters in which he called on the kidnappers to release the kidnapped child, he was the kidnapper.
we all lie. we all carry below the secrets, great people, small people. in this sense I would say that no one is innocent. if no one is innocent, then, what was the triggering event that gave us a way so abhorrent to Alessi? in the darkness of his cell, maybe, he'll be thinking about the day he ceased to be a balanced and gentle boy to become what we know. life is made of circumstances. My personal idea is that we are in the life of a person 5 significant events. 5 large significant events. carried out are like that can turn to positive as negative. well, in which of these five moments Alessi took the wrong path? He never tried to retrace his steps?
in that when journalism has changed? when you put a microphone in the mouth of a mother who has just lost a child became entitled to chronicle? I wrote e-mails to various newsrooms ashamed for them. I wonder if they would only open my letters ...
to re-read these lines, I realize how much there is in the midst of banality. I'm not surprised, the simple things are trivial to most people. stop to wonder how it would appear groped want to stop the world. But no, this is not my intent, I look good. I just want to ask me questions to understand. are more down to earth than it should be easy to answer, no?
answer me you readers!
as provides a measure of the film Gattaca, in front of a dead
"even if it is an event so awful, I do not have prevented the earth to rotate"
Thursday, March 23, 2006
Wilmingtonnc Gay Cruise Areas
want, the soundtrack
was born around like a little dream of 300 €. this is what the TOOMPEAfilm could afford.
the fact that she started a production company made me laugh as much as to realize that I was doing something that should be taken seriously. by me first.
I always hated those too sure of himself, have always seemed to me of the moron. those who tell you "I know how the world and now I'll explain." But let me pleasure, ridiculous!
the fact that they not want me to take seriously, and therefore what I was doing, mainly due to my fear. be the fear of ridicule.
then one day, because it is always wise to follow their dreams, slipping to Geoff Farina, Karate singer, asking permission to use the final arpeggio that jewel of a song that "This day next year". I write knowing that I would have SODDING and still put in the short.
I did this because I took seriously.
because I took my job seriously.
be because I want to make my film work.
and then here's what Geoff writes me today:
"Hi Francis,
Can you send me some footage shows That What You Want to use the song for?
66 Columbia Street Wakefield RI 02879 You Could
or post it on the web.
Thanks! Geoff
"
was born around like a little dream of 300 €. this is what the TOOMPEAfilm could afford.
the fact that she started a production company made me laugh as much as to realize that I was doing something that should be taken seriously. by me first.
I always hated those too sure of himself, have always seemed to me of the moron. those who tell you "I know how the world and now I'll explain." But let me pleasure, ridiculous!
the fact that they not want me to take seriously, and therefore what I was doing, mainly due to my fear. be the fear of ridicule.
then one day, because it is always wise to follow their dreams, slipping to Geoff Farina, Karate singer, asking permission to use the final arpeggio that jewel of a song that "This day next year". I write knowing that I would have SODDING and still put in the short.
I did this because I took seriously.
because I took my job seriously.
be because I want to make my film work.
and then here's what Geoff writes me today:
"Hi Francis,
Can you send me some footage shows That What You Want to use the song for?
66 Columbia Street Wakefield RI 02879 You Could
or post it on the web.
Thanks! Geoff
"
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Map A Route With Multiple Stops
tompea @ 2006-03-22T12: 08:00
Geoff ... thanks to you the other week I went to the cinema, Lux, to be exact, to see CRASH. I liked it very much. At some point in the film I realized that I was getting rest on the backs of the images, thus allowing them to swing as they pleased. I'm excited, I ran even a hint of applause when a character has saved.
the film moves along the lines of traffic in its setting and the narrative.
seems to me a note about, right?
Matt Dillon was at its height.
the morning I saw another movie, this time on DVD in room Me, again with Matt Dillon's 20 years younger: Rumble Fish, RUMBLE FISH for those who want to know the original title, which is also the very meaning of the film. a film of an Edenic beauty. Mickey Rourke was as beautiful as poetry in the role of Motocycle Boy, so romantic fragile. maybe, maybe, the best film of Coppola. at least among those to die "European"-now that I think even the conversation, fuck, if the fight for first place, oh well. "
I recommend you see these films, it would benefit your soul.
Geoff ... thanks to you the other week I went to the cinema, Lux, to be exact, to see CRASH. I liked it very much. At some point in the film I realized that I was getting rest on the backs of the images, thus allowing them to swing as they pleased. I'm excited, I ran even a hint of applause when a character has saved.
the film moves along the lines of traffic in its setting and the narrative.
seems to me a note about, right?
Matt Dillon was at its height.
the morning I saw another movie, this time on DVD in room Me, again with Matt Dillon's 20 years younger: Rumble Fish, RUMBLE FISH for those who want to know the original title, which is also the very meaning of the film. a film of an Edenic beauty. Mickey Rourke was as beautiful as poetry in the role of Motocycle Boy, so romantic fragile. maybe, maybe, the best film of Coppola. at least among those to die "European"-now that I think even the conversation, fuck, if the fight for first place, oh well. "
I recommend you see these films, it would benefit your soul.
Monday, March 13, 2006
Cruisie Places In Texas
WANT - WANT
shooting ended at 2am today, the station's new salary. she has scrutinized many beautiful moments of my life. when I wanted to be alone with my thoughts often went to Sagittaria Who attended the Majorana-know-what I'm talking and looked at those tracks that seemed to always be there. before man. When I lived my love was always there, hidden behind the sheets in the parking antistanete station. Yesterday I set foot in those parts, and another piece was made. where I will see him. maybe together.
my fear was not knowing how to handle the pressure of being the only point of reference for those working for me. but yes, in spite of the great Hitch, I found it at my leisure. I want to mark the difference, obviously, between the ease in directing people with the aim of creating something beautiful and create something beautiful, perhaps being too uncomfortable.
the answer I'll give a short, when everything is installed and the sound will be added.
that day the black screen with white dye and say
The TOOMPEAfilm has
shooting ended at 2am today, the station's new salary. she has scrutinized many beautiful moments of my life. when I wanted to be alone with my thoughts often went to Sagittaria Who attended the Majorana-know-what I'm talking and looked at those tracks that seemed to always be there. before man. When I lived my love was always there, hidden behind the sheets in the parking antistanete station. Yesterday I set foot in those parts, and another piece was made. where I will see him. maybe together.
my fear was not knowing how to handle the pressure of being the only point of reference for those working for me. but yes, in spite of the great Hitch, I found it at my leisure. I want to mark the difference, obviously, between the ease in directing people with the aim of creating something beautiful and create something beautiful, perhaps being too uncomfortable.
the answer I'll give a short, when everything is installed and the sound will be added.
that day the black screen with white dye and say
The TOOMPEAfilm has
Saturday, March 11, 2006
Best Tires For 2003 Avalanche
Day II and III - The day
I WANT a feeling that pervades my body. I can speak with more knowledge in three days. when the days work will be completed. when the last of the many Ciack will be called, inexorable as the blade of the guillotine on the neck of the condemned.
It 's really a picere go home exhausted, with a terrible headache and a hole in the stomach.
know I did something special, beautiful and deep. Matthew told me that in his short does not take himself. legitimate. I know well than there is of me-us-in these two minutes of film. such is the responsibility I have in my respect by immobilization. at the same time it is this irrepressible force that struggles to get under the skin of my legs and weight make them make progress. is extremely fortunate to have next to people who are happily willing to give you a hand, and no matter whether they have eaten lunch or not. times of the Kinder-Brioso can be saving thanks brothers. "
Another day has gone, say Guccini, and two more are waiting for me impatiently.
impatient, I, like a lover waiting for his beloved in the door.
is an emotion.
I WANT a feeling that pervades my body. I can speak with more knowledge in three days. when the days work will be completed. when the last of the many Ciack will be called, inexorable as the blade of the guillotine on the neck of the condemned.
It 's really a picere go home exhausted, with a terrible headache and a hole in the stomach.
know I did something special, beautiful and deep. Matthew told me that in his short does not take himself. legitimate. I know well than there is of me-us-in these two minutes of film. such is the responsibility I have in my respect by immobilization. at the same time it is this irrepressible force that struggles to get under the skin of my legs and weight make them make progress. is extremely fortunate to have next to people who are happily willing to give you a hand, and no matter whether they have eaten lunch or not. times of the Kinder-Brioso can be saving thanks brothers. "
Another day has gone, say Guccini, and two more are waiting for me impatiently.
impatient, I, like a lover waiting for his beloved in the door.
is an emotion.
Friday, March 3, 2006
Pines And Female Doctor
tompea @ 2006-03-03T13: 26:00
a great parenthesis should be the beginning of this sentence. this parenthesis starts Monday. in the afternoon to be precise. I was talking with the problem Stanjslavski Chekhov had in the staging of his masterpiece "The Cherry Orchard." I was taken from the conversation when my phone rang. "ID Unknown", she said. I knew who he was. who else but the woman of my life? at that time began to open up the brackets next to our lives. mine and his. We were in Venice in the mid-700, find Casanova. he showed us all his conquests. the ease with which made us laugh was equal to the pressure I had in watching her, she laid beside me. between Monday and today I can not remember what happened. something happened? swings stagger nell'inceretzza that none of this makes sense. in fear that love is to suffer are the children of the same mother. yet the love I thought
a great parenthesis should be the beginning of this sentence. this parenthesis starts Monday. in the afternoon to be precise. I was talking with the problem Stanjslavski Chekhov had in the staging of his masterpiece "The Cherry Orchard." I was taken from the conversation when my phone rang. "ID Unknown", she said. I knew who he was. who else but the woman of my life? at that time began to open up the brackets next to our lives. mine and his. We were in Venice in the mid-700, find Casanova. he showed us all his conquests. the ease with which made us laugh was equal to the pressure I had in watching her, she laid beside me. between Monday and today I can not remember what happened. something happened? swings stagger nell'inceretzza that none of this makes sense. in fear that love is to suffer are the children of the same mother. yet the love I thought
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
Polaris Predator Manual
how much love you can waste your life? what a waste of time you can stand?
. was a second and a can of petrol was sprinkled on me. with a match in hand, looked me in the eye, he grinned and gave me fire.
I screamed in my face, now that I was burnt flesh, "Love what you can waste your life? Wasted much time can you stand?"
I had no answer to this question. I, who was the first to pormela.
I thought of you feel your scent. you were somewhere. The pillow he asked you.
I had no answer to give ...
................................................. .................................................. .................................................. .................................................. .............
That 's what kills you know that?
or you do not know what
to lie in the hands, heart, kidneys?
leaving fucking strong push to the portents
away from the heart on the head,
discontinue
not know you do not know that love is a disease I know how to eradicate it via
return to flow
hero of my private hell if
around routine
to the empty class is all that you
because when the pain is greater then you no longer feel
and feel alive I will kill you
'll see if my love is a disease I know
how to eradicate it return to flow via
know I know that my love is a disease that I would like to kill
hours
. was a second and a can of petrol was sprinkled on me. with a match in hand, looked me in the eye, he grinned and gave me fire.
I screamed in my face, now that I was burnt flesh, "Love what you can waste your life? Wasted much time can you stand?"
I had no answer to this question. I, who was the first to pormela.
I thought of you feel your scent. you were somewhere. The pillow he asked you.
I had no answer to give ...
................................................. .................................................. .................................................. .................................................. .............
That 's what kills you know that?
or you do not know what
to lie in the hands, heart, kidneys?
leaving fucking strong push to the portents
away from the heart on the head,
discontinue
not know you do not know that love is a disease I know how to eradicate it via
return to flow
hero of my private hell if
around routine
to the empty class is all that you
because when the pain is greater then you no longer feel
and feel alive I will kill you
'll see if my love is a disease I know
how to eradicate it return to flow via
know I know that my love is a disease that I would like to kill
hours
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
No Host Dinner Invitation Wording
tompea @ 2006-02-21T12: 20:00
Manuel Agnelli was Sunday evening, the day before yesterday. I was in front of the Tibur together with Francesca and another 4, 5 delightful people. We were queuing up to see the film "Capote." I did not imagine it sarebbereo twisted personality so important in those hours. men and women who took my foot and have vigorously pushed forward. that I was a kid and I was living myths. their myths and somehow you are now. I talk about Harper Lee. I speak of fellow booze-Hank-Charles Bukowski. will agree with me have been the polar opposite personality, no? how did they meet? have not done so. it was my memory to make it happen. my memories have built a castle where King Charles was drinking with the Queen Nell. I remember distinctly when I was with the beautiful Francesca in the mountains. it was summer. I had 15 years. Eden remember all those walks along paths outlined by the shadow of the trees. My father, he always so fast, I could see in the distance. inside his backpack had the bag of sandwiches. was our staff and our carrots, said with a laugh. I remember the games of ping-pong in which I did not want to miss. I wanted revenge on revenge and fifty holy patience you had my sweet friend! -. I remember when I relaxed in bed, a single bed and a half in the living room / kitchen. while the others rested for fatigue in those sunny afternoons but never hot, I put most of the time No Code Pearl Jam and dip my head in "To Kill a monkbird" came to us as "The Kill A Mockingbird" by Harper Lee Nell . those pages full of justice and injustice. the clash of opposing moral. The first time I realized that evil is not merely to win. wants to humiliate you. an infinite book that I finished it in one breath-almost. " years later, hopping from one channel to another, I was struck by a scene from a film in b / w. Gregory Peck was, unmistakable in its elegance. the director was showing me a courtroom in rural mid-last-century. there had already been in that room. I was sitting in the ring higher than for the Negro-yes, black. " I was too black. celluloid was the transposition of that work that I loved so much. A few months ago, in summer, I was at Villa Ada. Rebirth of leafing the shelves I came across the DVD of the film. € 9.90. it all makes sense. everything has its own harmony. the circle is closed. Bukowski
what does? you ask. At that time a classmate-Pucci-handed me a book: "Companion of booze" Bukowski, in fact. I could fill pages upon pages scrambling to explain the feeling I had reading it. sadness, disgust, evil, pleasure ...
how does it relate to the kids who were sitting in a row the day before yesterday and one of the lantern room to see "Capote"? those were the years. Truman Capote as revealed to the world a new way to express themselves, literarily speaking. while his "In Cold Blood" gives life to the first literary work of fiction and document, the old / drunk / pervert Hank wrote another america. so distant as to be awfully similar to Capote. did not write with the pen but with the beer bottle. the pages were covered with words of spirit, not ink. a great lesson I left the good old-Hank-Charles Bukowski. always repeated:
"The great thing is to understand that the beauty is gone."
tribute you with these few lines, in this anonymous LJ.
the myths of the past.
Manuel Agnelli was Sunday evening, the day before yesterday. I was in front of the Tibur together with Francesca and another 4, 5 delightful people. We were queuing up to see the film "Capote." I did not imagine it sarebbereo twisted personality so important in those hours. men and women who took my foot and have vigorously pushed forward. that I was a kid and I was living myths. their myths and somehow you are now. I talk about Harper Lee. I speak of fellow booze-Hank-Charles Bukowski. will agree with me have been the polar opposite personality, no? how did they meet? have not done so. it was my memory to make it happen. my memories have built a castle where King Charles was drinking with the Queen Nell. I remember distinctly when I was with the beautiful Francesca in the mountains. it was summer. I had 15 years. Eden remember all those walks along paths outlined by the shadow of the trees. My father, he always so fast, I could see in the distance. inside his backpack had the bag of sandwiches. was our staff and our carrots, said with a laugh. I remember the games of ping-pong in which I did not want to miss. I wanted revenge on revenge and fifty holy patience you had my sweet friend! -. I remember when I relaxed in bed, a single bed and a half in the living room / kitchen. while the others rested for fatigue in those sunny afternoons but never hot, I put most of the time No Code Pearl Jam and dip my head in "To Kill a monkbird" came to us as "The Kill A Mockingbird" by Harper Lee Nell . those pages full of justice and injustice. the clash of opposing moral. The first time I realized that evil is not merely to win. wants to humiliate you. an infinite book that I finished it in one breath-almost. " years later, hopping from one channel to another, I was struck by a scene from a film in b / w. Gregory Peck was, unmistakable in its elegance. the director was showing me a courtroom in rural mid-last-century. there had already been in that room. I was sitting in the ring higher than for the Negro-yes, black. " I was too black. celluloid was the transposition of that work that I loved so much. A few months ago, in summer, I was at Villa Ada. Rebirth of leafing the shelves I came across the DVD of the film. € 9.90. it all makes sense. everything has its own harmony. the circle is closed. Bukowski
what does? you ask. At that time a classmate-Pucci-handed me a book: "Companion of booze" Bukowski, in fact. I could fill pages upon pages scrambling to explain the feeling I had reading it. sadness, disgust, evil, pleasure ...
how does it relate to the kids who were sitting in a row the day before yesterday and one of the lantern room to see "Capote"? those were the years. Truman Capote as revealed to the world a new way to express themselves, literarily speaking. while his "In Cold Blood" gives life to the first literary work of fiction and document, the old / drunk / pervert Hank wrote another america. so distant as to be awfully similar to Capote. did not write with the pen but with the beer bottle. the pages were covered with words of spirit, not ink. a great lesson I left the good old-Hank-Charles Bukowski. always repeated:
"The great thing is to understand that the beauty is gone."
tribute you with these few lines, in this anonymous LJ.
the myths of the past.
Saturday, February 18, 2006
Iron Man Break Door Frame?
tompea @ 2006-02-18T17: 17:00
I'm flipping through my latest photos taken in Budapest. Go back to summer 2001. I'm struck such a need to express myself. To fill with the Art-forgive the presumption-that void. So well is the short film, that is fine with the demo. Budapest is well with the countless shots that I take you home, to return. We will not be identical to that time and yet we have almost the same. I'll be there. Kiszò will be there. Matt will be there. Arnaldo with Sofia will be. Zita will be there. I'll be careful with every single moment. For each face. To capture. Steal the soul of those present in front of me. I shall eat, like a bird of prey "to mutilate the scorpion."
will be 5 days. They will be happy.
browse the images, I said. I do not see changed in appearance. Arnaldo has not changed, except his hair cut. Matt has a goatee now. Jokes. After 7 years from the very first time we laid foot on the fertile land Magyar find ourselves in the same place. We could talk endlessly of the meaning of it all. Granted. Already you've got it.
How many times have I returned to Budapest? The source was in April 1999. then immediately after the New Year 99/00. the summer of 2001, the year when we graduated, and in late January 2005, twice on that occasion.
Building!
Live!
's "Ordinary Moments" that will I get my permit to enjoy the little things that gives every-damned day. the only idea to take photos makes me feel better. the very idea of photographing all these beautiful people makes me sigh ... alive. " I have an urgent need to confront. now! here! NOW!
I'm flipping through my latest photos taken in Budapest. Go back to summer 2001. I'm struck such a need to express myself. To fill with the Art-forgive the presumption-that void. So well is the short film, that is fine with the demo. Budapest is well with the countless shots that I take you home, to return. We will not be identical to that time and yet we have almost the same. I'll be there. Kiszò will be there. Matt will be there. Arnaldo with Sofia will be. Zita will be there. I'll be careful with every single moment. For each face. To capture. Steal the soul of those present in front of me. I shall eat, like a bird of prey "to mutilate the scorpion."
will be 5 days. They will be happy.
browse the images, I said. I do not see changed in appearance. Arnaldo has not changed, except his hair cut. Matt has a goatee now. Jokes. After 7 years from the very first time we laid foot on the fertile land Magyar find ourselves in the same place. We could talk endlessly of the meaning of it all. Granted. Already you've got it.
How many times have I returned to Budapest? The source was in April 1999. then immediately after the New Year 99/00. the summer of 2001, the year when we graduated, and in late January 2005, twice on that occasion.
Building!
Live!
's "Ordinary Moments" that will I get my permit to enjoy the little things that gives every-damned day. the only idea to take photos makes me feel better. the very idea of photographing all these beautiful people makes me sigh ... alive. " I have an urgent need to confront. now! here! NOW!
Thursday, February 16, 2006
Free Simpsons Hit And Run Online
tompea @ 2006-02-16T16: 18:00
nothing will change until the man, the be-fallible men and animal, do not raise white Frown sadly in front of you all. women. nuisance to the preconceptions that insipid that moved the world for ever! preconceptions behind which they hid wretched faux-intellectuals who have burned, raped and humiliated. I think the first to realize the superiority of female sex offenders are the same. those who have as their sole purpose the humiliation, the subjection of women to their will. them, so helpless in life. them only concealed by the darkness of the night and protected by a blade can sit on the royal throne. them miserable cockroaches cockroaches WILL BE. for a woman born 100 humiliate or even more aware of their power, their rights and their strength.
and meanwhile the poor Virginia Woolf, feminist disturbed, is left alone. alone with his genius.
and if you move in ready answer: "many men were left alone with his genius," deserve to go out with the scarlet letter. humiliated by you and by your arrogance.
revolution! Benicassim 2006
nothing will change until the man, the be-fallible men and animal, do not raise white Frown sadly in front of you all. women. nuisance to the preconceptions that insipid that moved the world for ever! preconceptions behind which they hid wretched faux-intellectuals who have burned, raped and humiliated. I think the first to realize the superiority of female sex offenders are the same. those who have as their sole purpose the humiliation, the subjection of women to their will. them, so helpless in life. them only concealed by the darkness of the night and protected by a blade can sit on the royal throne. them miserable cockroaches cockroaches WILL BE. for a woman born 100 humiliate or even more aware of their power, their rights and their strength.
and meanwhile the poor Virginia Woolf, feminist disturbed, is left alone. alone with his genius.
and if you move in ready answer: "many men were left alone with his genius," deserve to go out with the scarlet letter. humiliated by you and by your arrogance.
revolution! Benicassim 2006
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
Pokemon Game To Play And Save
tompea @ 2006-02-15T22: 24:00
Depeche Mode Morrissey Franz Ferdinand
Echo & The Bunnymen
requires some comment?
Depeche Mode Morrissey Franz Ferdinand
Echo & The Bunnymen
requires some comment?
Love My Jetta Tdi Sportwagon
tompea @ 2006-02-14T23:57:00
what I like most moved by the sad-love-the only thing I would say is that point of view, steel, granite and decided that love exists. I see him everywhere, and I feel I miss it, no doubt about that.
is weird because the more I became convinced of this and more is bad. the feeling of unparalleled injustice perpetrated against propylene, a body too frail to withstand the blow-anhée it is now reinforced by the gym and makes every bitter taste, knead the mouth and broke my breath.
least tonight. at least tonight it makes sense to turn on the TV and watch the video a song that says goodbye to his love. she does not want you more, Matt is the one you know well. " at least this week makes even more sense to hear "There Is A Light That Never Goes Out."
what I like most about this song, which is running in stereo repeat, is that it is entriste ie: on a nice melody and seemingly carefree, the British would say "catchy" - sway of the words deep and complex. words that make you think.
and then hope to all, without exception, even to those who want to hurt me. I suffer for love, I told you, I tend to be even more good-, to hear phrases such as those recited in this song of late 80s. maybe while you're on the highway, There is a beautiful sun, it is spring. followed with a calmness proper to that magical moment, the car of your friends. she is with you. maybe while you're going to Assisi.
what I like most moved by the sad-love-the only thing I would say is that point of view, steel, granite and decided that love exists. I see him everywhere, and I feel I miss it, no doubt about that.
is weird because the more I became convinced of this and more is bad. the feeling of unparalleled injustice perpetrated against propylene, a body too frail to withstand the blow-anhée it is now reinforced by the gym and makes every bitter taste, knead the mouth and broke my breath.
least tonight. at least tonight it makes sense to turn on the TV and watch the video a song that says goodbye to his love. she does not want you more, Matt is the one you know well. " at least this week makes even more sense to hear "There Is A Light That Never Goes Out."
what I like most about this song, which is running in stereo repeat, is that it is entriste ie: on a nice melody and seemingly carefree, the British would say "catchy" - sway of the words deep and complex. words that make you think.
and then hope to all, without exception, even to those who want to hurt me. I suffer for love, I told you, I tend to be even more good-, to hear phrases such as those recited in this song of late 80s. maybe while you're on the highway, There is a beautiful sun, it is spring. followed with a calmness proper to that magical moment, the car of your friends. she is with you. maybe while you're going to Assisi.
Sunday, February 12, 2006
Cruisy Places In Texas
tompea @ 2006-02-12T19:35:00
go this morning to Capocotta. stand on the beach and secure the sea. what is taken for granted. what excited me! seeing those same waves last summer. see myself reflected in the water and read a book. dedicate these moments is a small mausoleum for my soul.
was from last night. so many people that he sees himself, people who shared five years of his life with people who then lost sight of. many were at school yesterday, the party of former pupils dell'Aristofane. not enough, repeat it. I have heard the classic questions: "How are you?" "Did you graduate?". responses, some lovely times those were diverese standard. I have heard of stories of love that ended their mark. 5 years together. then everything ends because of jealousy of her. I hear about a long period of darkness from which we have just gone out to answer "well" means a lot. much more than it seems to say this word. we do not belong, as we could. we have dedicated ourselves to each other for one night. we went not to think. laughing. drinking. remember.
go this morning to Capocotta. stand on the beach and secure the sea. what is taken for granted. what excited me! seeing those same waves last summer. see myself reflected in the water and read a book. dedicate these moments is a small mausoleum for my soul.
was from last night. so many people that he sees himself, people who shared five years of his life with people who then lost sight of. many were at school yesterday, the party of former pupils dell'Aristofane. not enough, repeat it. I have heard the classic questions: "How are you?" "Did you graduate?". responses, some lovely times those were diverese standard. I have heard of stories of love that ended their mark. 5 years together. then everything ends because of jealousy of her. I hear about a long period of darkness from which we have just gone out to answer "well" means a lot. much more than it seems to say this word. we do not belong, as we could. we have dedicated ourselves to each other for one night. we went not to think. laughing. drinking. remember.
Saturday, February 11, 2006
Monster Energy Room Posters
tompea @ 2006-02-11T16:06:00
how nice.
see for the first time to materialize before my eyes the scene of the short film I wrote. even though they were only testing my eyes barely concealed an emotion that was in place to force a smile, almost guilty. these small and large things make you enjoy the taste of life. despite everything. Despite the disappointment and sadness. moreover, how can you measure happiness if compared to the sadness?
are in full agreement with Victor Hugo when he says that the most complex thing about poetry is to fill the space that divides a rhyme on the other.
is what everyone should try to do. the best of his ability.
I try.
thanks to whoever is beside me. as not to forget. how not to thank, how can we not thank.
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I just booked my flight to go to Budapest, April 26 to 30.
I'm coming, Kizsò great!
how nice.
see for the first time to materialize before my eyes the scene of the short film I wrote. even though they were only testing my eyes barely concealed an emotion that was in place to force a smile, almost guilty. these small and large things make you enjoy the taste of life. despite everything. Despite the disappointment and sadness. moreover, how can you measure happiness if compared to the sadness?
are in full agreement with Victor Hugo when he says that the most complex thing about poetry is to fill the space that divides a rhyme on the other.
is what everyone should try to do. the best of his ability.
I try.
thanks to whoever is beside me. as not to forget. how not to thank, how can we not thank.
................................................ .................................................. .................................................. .................................................. ..............
I just booked my flight to go to Budapest, April 26 to 30.
I'm coming, Kizsò great!
Saturday, February 4, 2006
Thank You Interview Subject
tompea @ 2006-02-04T23:07:00
seduced because of the night when dreams come
and kiss me and hold me close to you?
because I enjoy waking up quell'acre taste of defeat inexorably linked to the illusion of having in hand the victory?
and then every time I put myself under the covers I wonder what will my mind as I wake up in the morning. I say: "I see the shadow but not the ghost." there is great sadness in my heart. who tells me that nail-crushing nail, who tells me that I can not feel good to anyone until this metabolizzerò each other.
and then here I am. property.
I remain astonished by the ease with which people can lose some jewelry from the hands.
not that I consider that a gem in the narrow sense. close to you I shine as you shine. both kissed by Eden looks.
me laugh when I think of my last dream, that you ask me to sing you a song by REM.
cock! seems a joke bastard tiratomi by Mephistopheles himself - or God Himself -.
sweet Galatea, you always think
"I alone here at four in the morning,
anxiety and a little 'wine,
want to curse!"
Guccini
seduced because of the night when dreams come
and kiss me and hold me close to you?
because I enjoy waking up quell'acre taste of defeat inexorably linked to the illusion of having in hand the victory?
and then every time I put myself under the covers I wonder what will my mind as I wake up in the morning. I say: "I see the shadow but not the ghost." there is great sadness in my heart. who tells me that nail-crushing nail, who tells me that I can not feel good to anyone until this metabolizzerò each other.
and then here I am. property.
I remain astonished by the ease with which people can lose some jewelry from the hands.
not that I consider that a gem in the narrow sense. close to you I shine as you shine. both kissed by Eden looks.
me laugh when I think of my last dream, that you ask me to sing you a song by REM.
cock! seems a joke bastard tiratomi by Mephistopheles himself - or God Himself -.
sweet Galatea, you always think
"I alone here at four in the morning,
anxiety and a little 'wine,
want to curse!"
Guccini
Wednesday, February 1, 2006
Paint Ideas For The Hallway
tompea @ 2006-02-01T11:06:00
'm sitting here in Entertainment. out there a beautiful sun. it's hot.
to within a week I find myself here Univer wait to talk to the prof. Pieroni.
University is a place to avoid, at all.
this evening I have dinner with Vitto, Sofia, Valentina Carolina and - in two years we have never seen. in 5 days we spend the night together twice -.
a stranger - If, V - responded to my post.
who are you anonymous?
how you stumbled on my blog?
I have nothing to write but my will to live, to know and then to travel.
think of all the cities I visited in 2005: Milan, Bolzano, Verona, Venice, Trieste, Ljubljana, Zagreb, Belgrade, Budapest, Bratislava, Pragaa, Rijeka, Trieste, Bologna, Imola, Charleroux, Louven, Werchter, Florence, Naples and Vulcan.
nothing compares to the beauty of surprise, in all its aspects. I just want to be ...
I cling to the leg of the table and do the storm to pass over me.
"pass." I tell myself.
'm sitting here in Entertainment. out there a beautiful sun. it's hot.
to within a week I find myself here Univer wait to talk to the prof. Pieroni.
University is a place to avoid, at all.
this evening I have dinner with Vitto, Sofia, Valentina Carolina and - in two years we have never seen. in 5 days we spend the night together twice -.
a stranger - If, V - responded to my post.
who are you anonymous?
how you stumbled on my blog?
I have nothing to write but my will to live, to know and then to travel.
think of all the cities I visited in 2005: Milan, Bolzano, Verona, Venice, Trieste, Ljubljana, Zagreb, Belgrade, Budapest, Bratislava, Pragaa, Rijeka, Trieste, Bologna, Imola, Charleroux, Louven, Werchter, Florence, Naples and Vulcan.
nothing compares to the beauty of surprise, in all its aspects. I just want to be ...
I cling to the leg of the table and do the storm to pass over me.
"pass." I tell myself.
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