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contemporary Italian music pt. 2

Just heard on the radio and I can not resist not to post this sadness by Simon Webbe:

"How wonderful it would live
life all'incotrario
reverse its direction of travel
become perhaps a little 'more essay

Have you ever thought how it would be better
backwards through the days of the calendar
with the experience of an old man, the body of a young man
delete all my mistake "


As usual, the work leaves no room for comments , just read aloud. Singing is worse, I swear.

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For politics, for the luxury and hunger ...

Vladimir V. Mayakovsky - Rascals!

from "to the"

[...]
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Bread!
A little 'bread!
Only a piece>>

Even with death before his eyes, with just

that eating just enough to not die, the city
stretches out his hand
working with a handful of dry crumbs.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Bread!
A little 'bread!
Only a piece>>

The radio call, transcending all boundaries.
And in response, on the other nonsense

flows in the pages of newspapers.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;London.
A banquet.
presence, the king and queen.

The stables of gold do not make it to contain all
; ; those pimps.>>

Be damned! What are the colonies


savages,
eaters of human flesh,
pick your royalty. What


burst forth throughout the kingdom in the glow of riot! What

your capital
Ardan to ashes! That mess

heirs to the throne in a crown boilers
bubble!

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Paris.
They gathered parliamentarians.
Report on hunger.
Fridtjof Nansen.
They listened, smiling. How were
nightingale tunes.
like listening to a tenor in a romance to fashion.>>

Be damned! What

for eternity

there is no longer possible to hear human words!
French proletariat!
Hey,
string, and not a speech but in a node, the width
irrepressible packages!
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Washington.
The farmers,

ate and drank until

have to lift their bellies with winches, and sunk in the ocean


of surplus wheat, feed
hours locomotives with maize.>>

Be damned! What


invade your ways the revolt. And

for the harshest places, along

across America, and

north and south, we roll

the big ball of your foot-ball
bellies.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Berlin.
Emigration is revived. The white stripes
rejoice:
better fight against the hungry.
They go to Berlin,
curling mustache, and boast
:
"I am a patriot! A true Russian
!".>>

[...]

To you,
particles of an army exterminated,
gunpowder in the world,
whose strength, force unleashed
All underground

will blow up the world of many rich people!
For you, for you, for you,
these words! With
digit miles,
moments that do not enter
write into account the Volga to the bourgeoisie!
The day will come! A fire
world
cleansing and steaming. Inverted
the palaces of the rich,
equally, equally ruthless

you in that hour of reckoning!

Son Impregnates Mother

SUMMER! of shit ... -.-

After these tests was damn ... which fortunately went .. say well, I started my summer ...

Yes of course, summer is a bit 'boring, dull, gray .... but at least I can rest mentally ....


Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

-.-

me I imagined a different, more fun, instead? the usual crap!
Uff .. I know it is not over yet, but if I continue at this rate I make the mold!




ENOUGH!

I need the most eventful summer! I basically only 19 years ... and this is the best age to have fun !!!!!

;                                                                                                 Kisses!

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No Strings Left - La Prise de la Bastille (Viva la Revolution)

In Italy you get older, you lose first the youth in Italy.
If you're young you have no credibility.
Youth is life at first glance. And is there anything better?
It takes experience, but this is confusing the experience with the pedantic habit.
people who preach morality and habit of hiding hedonism.
tiny little people who do not believe in the revolution if it is not dressed like a revolution. People

"Why toil in the factory, because
dirty nose with soot,
and in the evening, others on luxury
blink sleepy?
Enough with the truth by a penny.
cleanse the heart from the old stuff.
The streets are our brushes.
the squares our palettes.

not have been celebrated by thousands of pages of the book of time
the days of the revolution. " A
when a July 14?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GHAr-gfcyDQ

Ontario License Plates Letters

A Season in Hell

"The reality is that we are able to pass for that."
Ennio Flaiano



"[. ..] Waiting for God with greed. They are an inferior race from the depths of eternity. Here I am on the banks
Armorican. The cities are lit in the evening. My day is done, I leave Europe.
The sea air will burn my lungs; climates far I tanned. Swimming, treading the grass, chase, especially smoking, drinking hard liquor as a metal hot-as did those dear ancestors around the fires.
come back with limbs of iron, with dark skin, his eyes furious by the mask, I think they are strong race. I will
gold will idle and brutal. Women are full of care for these sick veterans fierce from hot countries.
I'll throw in politics. Salvo.
Now I'm cursed, I have a horror of their country. The best, is a drunken sleep on the beach. "

AR

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Jules Laforgue - Warning

from" Flowers of good will (Des Fleurs de bonne Volonte) "

My father (a tough out of shyness)
E 'died with a severe profile;
My mother almost had not known,
So I was in his twenties.

I did a little, then, literature,
But the demon of truth
I whistled ear every day
"Poor man! you've finished with these writings ... "

Now, do not feel like getting married, I
Since, after all, too despicable!
And they do not quite intractable!
But all the time, however, to ecstasy! .. Which is why

vivacchio, vivacchio,
Banderuola trentasei per stagioni, per say
Troppo contraddittorio sì o no ....
Giovani-O! ch'io vi serva da island!


in inglese: WARNING This




My father (a drive by shyness)
Died with a severe profile;
I barely knew my mother, And so
to twenty years I stayed.

So I got to the literature of the Devil
But the Truth
whistled all the time on my side:
<<Pauvre! as-tu fini tes écritures....>>

Or, pas le coeur de me marier,
Etant, moi, au fond, trop méprisable!
Et elles, pas assez intraitables !!
Mais tout l' temps là à s'extasier!...-

C'est pourquoi je vivotte, vivotte,
Bonne girouette aux tren't six saisons,
Trop nombreux pour dire oui ou non....
-- Jeunes gens! que je vous serv' d'Ilote!
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Au revoir

Listening to Keith Richards, piano and voice.
Un bootleg molto interessante intitolato "Learning the game" full of covers of Elvis, Buddy Holly and the Stones themselves (maybe some day the load here, so I closed down after it said so openly).
18e18 and I'm writing the scenes for the first video of No Strings Left, and all is well (??).
And hopefully as I write to several people in the industry waiting for the grace (never confirmed): that there fall on his head, we are ready to embrace all the weight.
The night I dedicate songs to the Orphic, the day to Laforgue and perhaps spend the afternoon with Gabriel and his "Fire".
The rest have nothing left, and as always all (what you do not want to write, in this case). Au revoir