"La vita è quello che ci accade mentre siamo impegnati a fare altri progetti...."
QUESTO è UN ELENCO DI MARCHE CHE FAVORISCONO LA VIVISEZIONE.PRENDETENE NOTA E BOICOTTATELE:
Sono una persona complicata che vuole vivere semplicemente
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il mio patato peloso
"Davvero non m’importa se sei saggia.
Sii bella e triste.IL pianto
al volto aggiunge incanto,
come il bel fiume al propio paesaggio:
ringiovanisce i fiori il nubifragio.
Specie quando la gioia se ne fugge
dal tuo volto accigliato
t’amo,e quando sprofondi in uno stato
cupo e sul capo indugia
la nera nuvolaglia del passato.
T’amo quando quei tuoi grandi occhi versano
lagrime calde come il sangue,quando,
pur se ti sto cullando,
l’angoscia greve e persa
un grido come d’angoscia diffonde.
E aspiro-gioia estrema,
inno di godimento-
tutti i singhiozzi del tuo petto,e sento
che nel tuo cuore la luce ora trema
delle perle che dagli occhi tuoi scendono."
"Madrigale triste" C.B
"Il Linguaggio della musica è uno solo.Quello dell’anima"
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venerdì 9 novembre 2007 - ore 13:48
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
Spossatezza...sto diventanto un piccolo e pigrissimo ghiro...devo assolutamente tornare in palestra..andare da H&M e fare altri milioni di miliardi di cose...quindi Fra, vedi di rimboccarti le maniche e muovere le chiappette.....!!si....ma da Lunedì....queste cose nel week end non sanno da fare!! 
"I’m a lazy sod" SEX PISTOLS
You’re only 29
Gotta lot to learn
about when you’re business dies
you will not return
we like noise, it’s a choice
it’s what we wanna do
we don’t care about long hair
we go with flares
see my face, it’s not a trace
no reality
I don’t work
I just speed that’s all that I need
I’m a lazy sod
I’m a lazy sod
I’m a lazy sod
Lazy
I’m a lazy sod
I’m not a lazy snood
I’m a lazy sod
Lazy!
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mercoledì 7 novembre 2007 - ore 19:59
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
Stanchezza stanchezza oggi sono morta...e adesso...seratina a base di pigiama lettone e dvd....e ovviamente tante tante coccole al mio cane tascabile....vi saluto...zzzzzzzz
"(yo’re) safe in your sleep (from this girl)MY BLOODY VALENTINE
Did you think I’d remember everything I’d say
How could I realise it would turn out this way
But you think you had it all
Things turn (around) and you’re heading for a fall
Do you want me to tell you that I still love you?
Realise I can say things that you want me to
Oh your love is on the line
The world goes crazy and you cannot go on
I see the light in your eyes
Turning everything in your hair
I feel the cold deep inside
The cold comes out in insults
We’ll fall apart again
Just like I don’t know when
Never bothered to phone
You’re safe in your sleep
from this girl
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domenica 4 novembre 2007 - ore 14:23
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
Non riesco ancora a rendermi conto che quello che è successo sia reale...mi sembra impossibile...e soprattutto ingiusto...Addio Manuel....
"The End" THE DOORS
This is the end, beautiful friend
This is the end, my only friend
The end of our elaborate plans
The end of everything that stands
The end
No safety or surprise
The end
I’ll never look into your eyes again
Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need of some stranger’s hand
In a desperate land
Lost in a Roman wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane
All the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain
There’s danger on the edge of town
Ride the King’s highway
Weird scenes inside the gold mine
Ride the highway West, baby
Ride the snake
Ride the snake
To the lake
To the lake
The ancient lake, baby
The snake is long
Seven miles
Ride the snake
He’s old
And his skin is cold
The West is the best
The West is the best
Get here and we’ll do the rest
The blue bus is calling us
The blue bus is calling us
Driver, where are you taking us?
The killer awoke before dawn
He put his boots on
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall
He went into the room where his sister lived
And then he paid a visit to his brother
And then he walked on down the hall
And he came to a door
And he looked inside
Father
Yes son?
I want to kill you
Mother, I want to. . .
C’mon baby, take a chance with us
C’mon baby, take a chance with us
C’mon baby, take a chance with us
And meet me at the back of the blue bus
This is the end, beautiful friend
This is the end, my only friend
The end
It hurts to set you free
But you’ll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die
This is the end
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venerdì 2 novembre 2007 - ore 13:18
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
Ebbene si una volta all’anno tocca anche a me compiere gli anni... Tristezza e mestizia...24...iniziano ad essere tanti...IO NON VOGLIO!!! vedo già le prime rughe...l’altro giorno delle diciassettenni mi hanno dato del LEI...come alle vecchie...buhhh...ho deciso...io mi fermo ai 23...
"Birthday Present" THE VEILS
Everybody thinks it’s something real
Right until the devil drinks it
O-li-o
O-li-o
Everything’s fate and spinning wheels
Everybody wants their princes
O-li-o
O-li-o
There’s no sense in waiting for a swift completion to come
That invitation is all I’m waiting on
The tedious thoughts of the head of state
Is seldom ever worth revealing
O-li-o
O-li-o
Indelible stains on the human race
You idiots, fakes and murderers
O-li-o
O-li-o
There’s no sense in waiting for a swift completion never comes
That invitation is all I’m waiting on
Everybody thinks the end is here
How am I to tell the difference
O-li-o
O-li-o
Wish everybody a happy new year
There’s varying results predicted
O-li-o
O-li-o
There’s no sense in waiting for a swift completion to come
That invitation is all I’m waiting on
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martedì 30 ottobre 2007 - ore 13:43
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
Mmmh domani è halloween...solita ricorrenza che bisogna forzatamente festeggiare...tipo capodanno...che bolaz odio queste cose....qualcuno ha qualche spunto valido? dove si va? cosa si fa? mah....vedremo dove andrò a buttare via un po’ di soldi.... 
"24 hours party people" HAPPY MONDAYS
How old are you?
Are you old enough?
Should you be in here watching that?
And how old are you?
Are you owning up?
Should you be in here with?
Twenty four hour party people
plastic face can’t smile the white out
With the twenty four hour party people plastic face can’t smile the white out
You come(ah) beaten
So why don’t you join in?
You come(ah) beaten
So why don’t you join in with?
Twenty four hour party people
plastic face can’t smile the white out
With the twenty four hour party people plastic face can’t smile the white out
I can see you through the door
You been chewing bread and water
And there’s a grudge on you
you know not ought not to have
You’ve been running around the racetrack
You’ve been running around the racetrack
Put that mother to bed to bed
Put that mother to bed
With the twenty four hour party people plastic face can’t smile a white out
Coz I have to wait for you to conduct
Press the pause of the self destruct
With the twenty four hour party people plastic face can’t smile the white out
With the twenty four hour party people
Now better you’re the white out
I need full-time
I don’t need part-time
I need 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
3, 6, 5 all the time
I need 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 full time
I don’t need a part-time
I need a 3, 6, 5
Oh no days off
Twenty four hour party people
plastic face ’carn’t’ smile the white out
I need 1, 2, 3, 4,5,6,7
3, 6, 5 all the time
I need 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 full time
I don’t need a part-time
I need a 3, 6, 5
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sabato 27 ottobre 2007 - ore 13:49
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
Uffaaaaa!! ma perchè i miei amici sono tutti ammalati??? non è giusto!!cioè più che altro è un enigma! di solito sono sempre io quella che si ammala...invece adesso sono l’unica sana in mezzo ad un branco di appestati in due giorni hanno preso TUTTI la ieia....fastidiooooooo!!! e io che volevo andare a fare zizza oggi...e invece no...vado a fare il giro delle visite tipo crocerossina al lazzaretto....fastidio....... 
UPDATE: mi pareva strano di essere l’unica sana...infatti...mi sono beccata la ieia anche io!! fantastisch....
"Soluble in air" MYSTERY JETS
To be the hero of my story
Forced are the events of my life
You’re young, oh twice but once
Save my trouble
You struggle
You struggle
Bathe me in water vapour
Erase me to ashes with fire
I grow old to dust in the dark
You left me be soluble in air
If I, really knew the truth
I’d probably turn back with love
Better to not know too much too soon
Mankind is always in the tongue
Bathe me in water vapour
Erase me to ashes with fire
I grow old to dust in the dark
You left me be soluble in air
Bathe me in water vapour
Erase me to ashes with fire
I grow old to dust in the dark
You left me be soluble in air
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lunedì 22 ottobre 2007 - ore 20:33
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
Mmmmhhh non so...ho gli sbalzi di umore oggi...mi sento un po’ depressa...ma non c’è un motivo...mah...e ho voglia di mangiare schifezze...tante schifezze...ma propio di quelle unte straunte bisunte....tipo Mc Donald....mmmhhh va beh misteri della mia psiche....
"Poison prince" AMY MC DONALD
The poet’s a genius,
Its something I don’t see,
Why would a genius be trippin on me?
And there’s looking and another ,
Why he can’t see is that I’m looking through his eyes,
So many lies behind his eyes.
N tell me stories from your past,
And sing me songs you wrote before.
I tell u this my Poison Prince,
You’ll soon be knocking on Heaven’s door.
Some kind of Poison Prince,
With your eyes in daze.
Some kind of Poison Prince,
Your life is like a maze.
And what we all want and what we all crave,
Is open up these doors,
So that we can dance the night away.
Who said life was easy,
Who said life was fair,
Who said no one gives a dam,
And no one even cared.
The way you’re acting now,
Like you left that all behind.
You’ve given up,
You’ve given in,
And I’m a sucker of that kind.
Some kind of Poison Prince,
With your eyes in daze.
Some kind of Poison Prince,
Your life is like a maze.
And what we all want and what we all crave,
Is open up these doors ,
So that we can dance the night away.
Some kind of Poison Prince,
With your eyes in daze.
Some kind of Poison Prince,
Your life is like a maze.
And what we all want and what we all crave,
Is open up these doors ,
So that we can dance the night away
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domenica 21 ottobre 2007 - ore 14:01
Considerazioni domenicali post week end
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
Considerando che oggi non sono in grado di fare un discorso che abbia una consecutio logica decente procederò a punti molto schematici...:
*paura e delirio a les palais
* grava con la giacca di piettes( o come menga si scrive) non ha prezzo...per tutto il resto c’è mastercard...
* sempre siano lodati i free drink
* è bello tornare a casa alle 5 passate anche quando i locali chiudono alle 3...
* l’onto di ponte di Brenta è sempre il the best in the world
*dormire solo 5 ore non ha buoni effetti sul mio carattere...
*giretto all’ipercity che stranamente non era neanche troppo affollato...
*mille mila persone al compleanno del Kappe,e sono stata felicerrima di rivedere tutte la bella gente che ho conusciuto alla grigliata quest’estate
*giro panoramico per i campi di cervarese per arrivare al ristorante
*tanto cibo più tanto vino più sonno arretrato di settimane uguale abbiocco al cubo...equazione secca...
*mille foglie quanto ti odio...perchè la gente al compleanno deve prendere SOLO il millefoglie??? ci sono millemila torte e tutti con il mille foglie...mah misteri...
* giro panoramico per i campi di cervarese anche al ritorno....
*Raly simpaticerrima
* ora della nanna 2.04....mai andata a dormire così presto....si vede che sto invecchiando...non ho più il fisico....
"The Pretender" FOO FIGHTERS
Keep you in the dark you know they all pretend
Keep you in the dark and so it all began
Send in your skeletons
Sing as their bones go marching in again
They need you buried deep
The secrets that you keep are ever ready
Are you ready
I’m finished making sense
Done bleeding ignorance at home defense
Spinning and spinning deeper
The wheel is spinning me
It’s never ending
Never ending
Same old story
What if I say I’m not like the others
What if I say I’m not just another one of your plays
You’re the pretender
What if I say I will never surrender
In time or so I’m told
I’m just another soul for sale
Oh well
The page is out of print
We are not permanent
Temporary
Temporary
Same old story
What if I say I’m not like the others
What if I say I’m not just another one of your plays
You’re the pretender
What if I say I will never surrender
I’m the voice inside your head
You refuse to hear
I’m the face that you have to face
Mirroring your stare
I’m what’s left
I’m what’s right
I’m the enemy
I’m the hand that took you down
Bring you to your knees
So who are you
Yeah who are you
Yeah who are you
Yeah who are you
Keep you in the dark you know they all pretend
What if I say I’m not like the others
What if I say I’m not just another one of your plays
You’re the pretender
What if I say I will never surrender
So who are you
Yeah who are you
Yeah who are you
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mercoledì 17 ottobre 2007 - ore 13:03
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
Ahhhhh l’ho trovato! l’ho trovato!!! il dvd di American Graffiti!!! finalmente! era da una vita che lo cercavo...poi oggi da ricordi ho visto altri 20 dvd e altrettanti cd che devo avere assolutamente...ho già capito che mi svenerò...per fortuna che non ho messo piede da feltrinelli...altrimenti andavo in bancarotta....
"I can’t belive it" THE ANIMALS
Why am I lonely, why do I cry,
Am I gonna be a lonely one till the day that I die?
Yes, you don’t be there while I sit here alone,
I can’t believe my eyes, you’ve up and gone
I get so weary, weary and blue,
When I think about the good times that we two once knew
You, you know the reason why I sit here alone,
I can’t believe my eyes, you’ve up and gone.
Once I have you here beside me,
When I had you here beside me I had your love to guide me,
And nothing, no nothing, no nothing, you don’t know but from now on.
Lord I get so weary, lonely and blue
When I think about the good times, baby, we once knew.
You, you know the reason why I sit here alone,
I can’t believe my yes, you’ve up and gone
All right babe
Once I had you here beside me,
When I had you here beside me,
I had your love to guide me and nothing, no nothing, no nothing could go wrong, yeah
Lord I get so weary, lonely and blue
I keep on remembering little things, baby, that we used to do.
You know the reason you were my lonely one,
I can’t believe my eyes, you’ve up and gone.
I can’t believe what I’m seeing babe,
Everything in between me and you
You walked out of my door,
Bye bye baby
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venerdì 12 ottobre 2007 - ore 20:12
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
Allor.....procedendo per punti
*oggi inaugurazione della nuova casa dell’yvonne...e non c’è bisogno di aggiungere altro
*spider pork spider pork,il soffitto tu mi sporc....
*dopo 2000 anni ho rimesso piede al cineplex...
*sonno sonno sonno...ho bisogno di riposo...la vita dello studente è faticosa...ma anche no...
*troppi posti dove dovrei andare questa sera ma non ho voglia di andare da nessuna parte...
* odio e sottolinea ODIO le faccende domestiche perchè poi ho le mani cartavetrate
*mode imbalsamata on...ma va bene ’istesss
Buon week end vezziiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!! 
"Second Intermission" ANI DI FRANCO
second intermission
anticipation
you know the third act
small talk drops out of the play
you’re standing in the lobby
tightening your tourniquet
waiting for it
and then the bell sounds
and the lights flash
and there’s all these questions milling around
and there’s no time to ask
no bliss for little miss leading
cuz she’s learning about bleeding
but what is love if not exquisite
our only saving grace
or is it?
and somewhere inside your iris
blooms the reflection of my surprise
as you stroll past every last do not enter
and touch me at my epicenter
and the bell sounds
and the lights flash
and there’s all these questions milling around
and there’s no time to ask
I’m always trying to get there
I never really get there
to that quiet place where
I accept myself
instead I’m deep inside some high school
locker room no clothing
popping the zits of my self loathing
under fluorescent lights
and the bell sounds
and the lights flash
and there’s all these questions milling around
and you’re too ashamed to ask
second intermission
anticipation
you know the third act
small talk drops out of the play
and you’re standing in the lobby
tightening your tourniquet
waiting for it
waiting for it
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