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 ...
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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
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
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.
................................................ .................................................. .................................................. .................................................. ..............
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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