Friday, December 25, 2009

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of transcendence out of bed barefoot

The artificial lake is a place just outside of all places that are worth portraying. Few places are less suitable for those who love fishing, on the other hand, for those who have not made a clear opinion on fishing, this fact is totally irrelevant. I prefer to go when I have so many things to do than I have nothing to do. The artificial lake is appreciated because it is a place full of meaning, like the time I sat on a bench fresh paint and when I woke up I had my pants all dirty meaning.
The collective consciousness of krill is one of those phenomena that can be left open-mouthed even as an animal sailed the whale. Some scientists believe that the very nature of God is a product emerging from the shared consciousness of krill. Once a student of krill said, "God is like Mina, once stood in the crowd, he showed her, smiling. Today no one knows who has the face, lives in confinement of his hermitage and rarely makes its voice heard. "

Sunday, December 20, 2009

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The closer to the horizon with the look, the more you feel relieved from liability. The responsibility to climb on a stool to peer farther the responsibility of defeating the fog. shall be done without affecting the landscape, but the same is expected to be tied around the dawn somewhere that moves fast or slow to open a curtain. There is room for the striking of collisions. One feels the urge to gush of light, such as chocolate fountains in the windows, those of course great. To close the window remains the taste of nostalgia, as if he had lost the opportunity to learn to play the accordion, and so can not improvise a concert to benefit only the pile of books on the shelf. And when a monkey dance, who cares that it is mechanical or not?

Saturday, December 19, 2009

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After he said "forever", there was room for another on that page.

Sunday, September 20, 2009

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Summary wickedness in silence

Well, it was a sunny day. Not that there was nothing wrong, but the only feature of that day was plenty of sunshine. Be full sun is a quality as there are many others. I was driving merrily, that if he could jump in my car, it would bounce. You can imagine my car with the nearly vertical windshield. Here, while I was to drive, climbs a very green bug on the windshield. The bug was very green. Bedbugs are very green only on sunny days. She walked on my machine with that way of walking and the bugs that have pretended to nothing, as if my car was a planet. When someone walks on a planet that moves, he does it pretending nothing, or at least pretending that the planet does not move. For a moment I thought I'd ask you to consider the views of the bug, but now I've reconsidered. That's it.

admit that you are a person who jumps off easily. Whatever someone comes and tells you a "Do not bring you down." Then you ask: "So I am a person who is thrown down easily?. "This thought, because you are a person who throws down with ease, you knock it down. And will the thought of being knocked off by knowing of being easy to jump down, you knock it down. Because of all this being knocked out, you say, "Yes, yes, I throw myself down easy." and you throw it down accordingly. As long as there is someone who sees you so knocked out, you say, "Do not bring you down."

Imagine that you have before you a hood emotional one that is operated only from the outside. The open and we're inside someone. The truth is that someone is not the victim. Especially when you have the keys in his pocket.
Now my hands are not where they should be. The reduction in horror. I would like to inject
pencil lead in the veins, designed to see transparency in the graph of my blood circulating sterile, in a grand prix without end and without premium.
I exist in time as a car passing in a photograph.

I'm sitting in a cafe. Before me is a woman sitting in the middle of a dirty white plastic table to divide us. To my left a window that looks out on a day that starts or start or continue along the lines of. The woman is thin, shrugs his shoulders, holding your elbows on the table not too far apart. He holds his head resting on the back of right hand. He wears a black wool jersey, member, which covers the forearms up to half. Everything in his face is very horizontal. We are not saying anything, we did not talk about anything. She looks the part of my back, which reaches the wall, where part of the padding has been expelled from the upholstery. I fixed the inner edge of the empty cup in front of him. E 'coffee stain. I guess segarle arm in half, long sleeves, and observe the longitudinal section, the muscles, the ulna, radius, bone marrow, veins and arteries. I suppose for a moment there is no longer possible interaction between any atom of matter, everything would be pulverized, nebulized, everything falls anonymous pseudocaotici processes in the galaxy, I, you, the cup of coffee, the bar, the street, day out. I guess I take the empty cup and pull it against the wall, I can already hear the sound of shards bouncing off the ground, I can already hear the noise of the glances of other diners at our table. Imagine a scenario less compromising. I imagine that suddenly the force of gravity is reversed, but only for that cup of coffee. Would fall upwards, and it would crash on the ceiling. The people around to observe the phenomenon with wonder and seek my eyes to give me the elbow, a nauseating-you-seen-him-you also, we are-part-of-something-together. But by then we'd already gone, and I'd already away.

Monday, April 20, 2009

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Nightmares

For every dream that goes to hell, there's always a nightmare that stays true.


traveler've ever had nightmares? Those intense nightmares where you find it difficult to wake up, when you feel yourself losing control of your physical body and are unable to distinguish the nebulous and imprecise drawings of a virtual world with the clear and ringing of reality.
Lately I can hardly sleep for one night and this often happens, the one that usually does not happen are the nightmares that are taking hold. From that sense of anxiety that you perceive as soon as you lie down and forces you to read beyond your ability to resist fatigue ... but why not just close the pages and just sink into the silence like I'm too awake, as if the clock rate of and sleep were gone. You turn round and round until you give in to darkness, but that is not a good night's sleep when you fall ... it continue to live in another world where your fears, without the filter of light, move secure in their environment and like to tease the optic nerves and you think you sunk into REM.

The concern that brings you to enter and exit from these states reaches its peak with the greatest nightmare, that leaves you with a sign permanent impotence. This time I was pinned to the ground by two strong hands and firm, with no escape, no chance to cry because, in the air around me, the cry was only endless wave. And I did not have the strength to overcome those who did not see his face ... but in the bottom of my mind, as always in creating something that does not really know, rebelled and was not able to self-image ... and something unknown cry of rebellion, the violent movement of the head and elbows to build on had the best ... from the grasp and the dream in a single moment ... but the body still rigid and locked. That
relieved to find the well-known furniture and wall safe in my room, and anguish of have sensed something on the skin that you hope to never try live ... and the certainty that the next night will not be quiet. New
intermediate awakenings, new looks at the clock that relentlessly reminds you that the night is long and you're part of it.

Saturday, April 4, 2009

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The kite is a victim

The kite is a victim as you are

it because it really pulls gently from time

believe your strong enough to drive you nuts

because he lives like a desperate falcon

captured in the sweet air
and you can always pull down

to subdue him with a new design.
(The kite is a victim of Leonard Cohen)

So I traveler, I feel caged like a kite from a reality that is always presented in the same form ... and longs to fly high, and can not be brought back to earth to try to get me to create new designs. Being able to go along the gentle winds and storms of darkness, to both new and old routes.
probably the only way to keep me and give me a little long and thin enough to believe it and free to do so in the strongest material to ensure that does not break ... so maybe in arabesques across a sky I'll return.

Friday, April 3, 2009

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LIFE CINEMA event dedicated to Armando Crispino - Friday, April 3, Cinema Trevi

at 19:10
The Etruscan still kills (1971)
Director: Armando Crispino; Story and Screenplay: Lucio tread, A. Crispino; photo: Erico Menczer, music: Riz Ortolani; editing: Alberto Gallitto; Cast: Alex Cord, Samantha Eggar, John Marley, Carlo De Mejo, Nadja Tiller, Enzo Cerusico; Origin: Yugoslavia / Italy / West Germany; production: Inex Film, Mondial Te.Fi. - Television Film, Filmkunst CCC, duration: 107 '
"At Spoleto during the Festival dei Due Mondi, an incomprehensible chain of murders disrupts the lives of many of the participants (including the family of the conductor Samarakis). At the same time an archaeologist discovers a tomb in Tarquinia fresco depicting the killing of a young couple. And couples are also the victims of the mysterious murderess (Poppi / Pecorari). "The Etruscan still kills came just as magical and mysterious atmosphere of the movie suggestion. If I could I pushed the story even more towards this direction, but unfortunately I did not have allowed. The idea was born during an occasional visit to the necropolis of Cerveteri and the suggestion that, in fact, I felt at that time, among those tombs, with "presence" almost palpable that hovered around it. [...] The film was the first in Italy, a contribution from the American distribution. It cost 400 million pounds and released only in Italy, built over a billion in only the first visions of the sixteen cities capozona. And in Rome, the ticket price was then the ten thousand thousand pounds against the current ... "(Armando Crispino).
prohibited to minors under 14 years

21.10
Sunspots (1975)
Director: Armando Crispino; Story and Screenplay: Lucio Manlio tread, A. Crispino, photography: Carlo Carlini, music: Ennio Morricone; editor: Daniel Alabiso; Cast: Mimsy Farmer, Barry Primus, Ray Lovelock, Massimo Serato, Carlo Cataneo, Gaby Wagner, Origin: Italy, production: Film Clodius; length: 104 '
'A series of murders disrupts the life of a young researcher: die in mysterious circumstances the woman should have married her father, a widower Gianni Sanna, then the latter, falling from a window. When the girl is going to be a victim of the murderer (and with it the her man), the wild is finally unmasked "(Poppi / Pecorari). "I turned around entirely in Rome in August 1974. A Roma empty, as rarefied, oppressed by the heat and totally different from the chaotic city that we usually see. A city that seemed wrapped up, in spite of its incomparable beauty, with a veil of death. This movie was born, therefore, a suggestion from the environment by un'imperscrutabile feeling of anxiety that grabs you when you come to visit you in the face of things, situations or atmospheres outside, or beyond, the normal rhythm to the rhythms of our life. You feel suddenly blown away and got the spell of the unknown that in itself creates fear [...]. [The idea the negative influence of "sunspots ed] arose from a news story - that I discovered along with the writer Lucio tread - which talked about a resurgence of suicide apparently unmotivated which ran during the summer. This trend actually depended on a strange solar phenomenon that caused reactions in individuals paroxysmal psychos. Intrigued, inform us in the press and decided to write a story "thriller" centered on the figure of a young nurse serving in a morgue precisely from this fact. [.. .] I remember that, at the same time in the film, a murder was committed "real" journalists on a beach and I pointed out as a sort of forerunner of the wave of collective insanity that ensued. I confess to having felt a certain satisfaction "copyright" for this, although it is certainly a great merit! [...] In essence, there was a loss of linearity mind due to its climatic upheaval in conjunction with the loneliness that accompanies certain subjects during the summer. [...] I particularly remember the Museum of Criminology, I invented that piece by piece inside of the State. For example, the exhibition of photographs of the person amalgamai developing and enlarging the most violent images collected in a book on criminology. They were all environments with great emotional effect "(Armando Crispino).
Prohibited children under 18

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Wednesday, March 25, 2009

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song that plays ...

I can hear my conscience

My thoughts become clear

The heartbeat

Finally lenses

traveler ... have you ever heard a song and not being able to cope with them. At one point, the beginning or the middle of the track there is a sentence, one that consciously or unconsciously hits you. And your thoughts part and follows its flow without seize anything in history that the voice is telling you in the background. Maybe you recall the words a person present, perhaps someone out ... or talk about your past, your future ... or your dreams, your fears. You never know what will trigger that phrase because, when the melody changes, as you awaken from sleep, like a deja vu and can not remember at what point your mind has begun to divert the thoughts nor the facts during that alternative route. Typically when I saw my foot down, I really want to listen and understand all the words ... but it is useless, arrived at the same point I get lost and I leave with my flights, all triggered by the same thought, all in the same fund and in all different background. And when you wake up with the next song, it's as if I did not mention anything. I have now learned that it is useless to insist ... of those songs I'll never know the end and probably not even remember well the words attributed to such a journey ... of those songs I'll never know anything ... maybe I'll get the only certainty something in those words awakened my synapses.

Thursday, March 19, 2009

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messages of life

here I am writing this monologue, performed by De Vito in "The Big Kahuna" I invite you to hear it on you tube.







Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Never mind.

The power of beauty and youth you will understand once appassite.Ma trust me, in twenty years you'll look back foto.E in a way that you can not imagine you had a chance adesso.Quante forehead to that fabulous you really looked You are not as fat as you imagine.

futuro.Oppure not worry about the worry but knowing that this helps you as a chewing gum to solve an equation algebrica.I real-life problems will certainly be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that you blindside to four on some idle Tuesday afternoon.

It 'one thing every day that scares you: he sings: Do not be reckless with the hearts of altri.Non tolerate people who are reckless with yours.

Floss.

not waste time on jealousy: Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes remains indietro.La race is long and, ultimately, it's only with yourself.

Remember compliments you receive, forget the insulti.Se we succeed in doing this, tell me how ...

Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.

Relax Do not feel guilty if you do not know what to do with your life.The most interesting people I know at twenty-two did not know what to do with their forties life. most interesting I know still do not know.

Get plenty of calcium.

Be kind to your knees, you'll miss them when they're gone. Maybe you'll marry

no.Forse or maybe children, maybe you'll divorce at forty no.Forse. Perhaps you dance with her at the seventy-fifth anniversary of matrimonio.Comunque go, do not congratulate yourself too much, but do not berate yourself either: your choices are half chance, like those of anyone else.

Enjoy your body, use it in any way we can, without fear and without fear of what he thinks the gente.E 's the greatest instrument you'll ever have.

Dance! Even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.

Read the directions, even if you do not follow. Do not read beauty magazines will only make you feel ugly.

Get to know your parents, you can not know when then go sempre.Tratta nice to your siblings are the best link to your passatoe the ones most likely to stick with you in futuro.Renditi that friends come and go, but some of the most valuable, will remain.

Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the more you get old, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.

Live in New York for a while ', but leave before it makes you indurisca.Vivi in \u200b\u200bCalifornia for a while', but leave before it makes you soft.

Do not mess with your hair: if not, when you're forty, it will look eighty-five.

Be careful whose advice, but be patient with those who dispensa.I Advice is a form of nostalgia.Dispensarli is a way of fishing the past from oblivion, wiping it off, go paint on parts bruttee recycling it for more than what valga.Ma accepts the advice ... this time.

Sunday, March 8, 2009

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TRAVEL San Martino di Castrozza - Winter 2009 Historical Collection

A country completely covered by snow. Superlative food. Much rest. And a sea of \u200b\u200bphotos. Here are some:


Wednesday, March 4, 2009

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BOOKS Yellow Mondadori with Repubblica and L'espresso

You have few hours to purchase the number of this week's L'Espresso "with attachment" Murder on the Orient Express "Agatha Christie's second novel in the series of reprints of major Yellow Mondadori. Published

In 1934, the novel starring the Belgian detective Hercule Poirot, who is forced to investigate the murder of a man occurred on the Orient Express, onto which is undertaking a trip to Europe. The victim was Samuel Edward Ratchett grumpy with U.S. Secretary of his entourage. A snow storm upsets the plans of the killer, leaving the train stopped for a long time: therefore obvious that the murderess is one of the passenger compartment which is in the same carriage as it was to Ratchett. And not just starting the investigation, Poirot discovers the true identity of the victim: Drawers, an Italian-American mafia responsible for the abduction and killing of little Daisy Armstrong. And to make matters worse, the passengers all seem to have something to hide, and the number of clues found in the car are so numerous as to suggest that they can not be considered "distractions" by Assassin ...

There are many factors that have made "Murder on the Orient Express" perhaps the most famous novel by Agatha Christie:
- A narrative fast, detailed, engaging, assisted by a simple but effective profile of all the characters, already recognized by few pages.
- A puzzle and a final solution nothing short of astounding.
- The relevance of the story of the novel with a true story that sparked outrage around the world (the Lindbergh case).
- The transposition of the novel cinematrogafica hands of Sidney Lumet who in 1974 created a masterpiece on the big screen thanks to a refined setting and impeccable acting by superstars such as Lauren Bacall, Sean Connery, Ingrid Bergman (Academy Award for this film ) and Vanessa Redgrave, which revolve around the great little detective played here brilliantly by Albert Finney. The series proposed by

Repubblica and L'Espresso debuted last week with "The strange death of Mr. Benson," and continues with "Perry Mason and his opponent fair."

Monday, February 23, 2009

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... and there's really no need to say more ...

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

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Where the Wild Roses Grow

****Nick Cave & Kylie Minogue****

They call me The Wild Rose
But my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day

From the first day I saw her I knew she was the one
She stared in my eyes and smiled
For her lips were the colour of the roses
That grew down the river, all bloody and wild

When he knocked on my door and entered the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and with a careful hand
He wiped at the tears that ran down my face

They call me The Wild Rose
But my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me that I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day

On the second day I brought her a flower
She was more beautiful than any woman I've seen
I said, "Do you know where the wild roses grow
So sweet and scarlet and free?"

On the second day he came with a single red rose
He said: "Give me your loss and your sorrow"
I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed
"If I show you the roses will you follow?"

They call me The Wild Rose
But my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me that I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day

On the third day he took me to the river
He showed me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing I heard was a muttered word
As he knelt above me with a rock in his fist

On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow
She lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
And I kissed her goodbye, said, "All beauty must die"
And I lent down and planted a rose between her teeth

They call me The Wild Rose
But my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day

Sunday, February 15, 2009

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What we

No wonder the word squares on each side

our minds without form, and letters of fire

the state and shine like a crocus

lost in the middle of a dusty field.


Ah man who goes safely,

to others and to himself a friend,

and his shadow does not care that the heat wave

print on a crumbling wall!


not ask the formula to open your worlds,

so wrong syllable and some dry as a branch.

Codest only now we can tell,

what we are, what we do not want.

(Eugenio Montale)

us know what Traveller? We plan to build what we are creating us ideas of what we want to be but we do not appreciate that form what we are today is not what we are, what we do not want. More of what we have chosen to be important that we have chosen not to be. More of what we count what really never accept. We may realize it immediately? Probably not. Naively believe to be and to decide for ourselves but it is not. The past we choose to, not deny it. Needless to hide it. The experiences we have formed the basis of our choices become future. We can naively try to change this behavior. But our bodies and our minds act independently driven by an instinct of self-preservation.

Monday, February 9, 2009

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Changeling

"never hit it first ... but it always strikes last" (Changeling)

... changeling the lost, the lunatics, idiots ... I can not find the translation of the title but it does not matter ...
translation is not that I wanted to talk to travelers.

Do not worry, will not reveal the plot of the film, I will bring back the feelings invoglino hoping to vision.
They leave the credits and, for the first time, the film is silent, silent, still ... but the air is anything but quiet. And 'while frozen and heated by a mixture of anger and disbelief.
There are stories of fiction that can compete with the truth that man behind the door. Being more clever and evil that exists. "If you leave people the freedom to do what they will do exactly what they want ..."
Sometimes I do not think there are people who are so petty that they can do harm to someone, I sometimes pretend that what happened in the past is just a terrible misunderstanding ... but I often find myself in today to check what could be the initial glimmerings of such a behavior. Who is most guilty ... who instigates or those who agree? Who's in charge, or who follows? I do not know really ... In my view both to blame because there is always a chance to say no! But while I can get to see a plan that begins in the mind cruel and command ... I do not see in those who blindly follow the mistakes conceived by others, who does not see that what surrounds him is wrong. They are two different ways of understanding not but both leave me speechless in the face of behavior that can never come to understand and above all to justify. And if these behaviors behind the eyes of a child's perplexity is indelible ... think children are pure beings, fragile but maybe we're wrong, maybe the human instinct is also manifested in their most striking and cruelty with which they can be able to become so thin and incomprehensible that turn into sharp jabs that hit a piece of meat anesthetized by the cold.
And what is all this suffering cruelty? What is left to those who will not bend to those who fought to cost more than any person should ever pay, left?
... As with Pandora ...
the end, the last to leave, hope remains.

Sunday, February 8, 2009

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BOOKS Men who hate women (S. Larsson)

Sono passati circa 30 anni da quando Harriet, nipote del magnate dell'industria Henrik Vanger, è scomparsa senza lasciare alcuna traccia. Da allora, ogni anno il vecchio riceve un dono anonimo, un fiore essiccato in una cornice, un tempo usanza di Harriet to celebrate the birthday of his uncle, the ritual is repeated on time and that arouses the concern of Henrik, now very old, decides groped for the last time to shed light on the biggest mystery I have ever marked his whole life. The task is entrusted to Mikael Blomkvist: forty extremely fascinating, is the successful journalist at the head of Millennium magazine, which specializes in articles denouncing corruption and shady deals on entrepreneurship. Opera at his side Lisbeth Salander, a young and smart hacker who helps Blomkvist to investigate thoroughly the history of the family Vanger. The truth will leave inevitably scored.

I opened the package containing the first book of Larsson in November. "I'll never" was the first thought: about 700 pages in Volume heavy and awkward to carry. I always preferred reading novels and short stories, rather than going to got shit in a book for a few months. Fear of distraction, to be bored, maybe. And yes one of the biggest tests I got over it in the seventh grade, dealing with 800 pages of a book that not everyone would have the courage to read: " Gone with the Wind" by Margaret Mitchell . Despite then has also touched the milestone of 1,200 pages of "The Lord of the Rings ," I continue to be reluctant, however, the volumes that exceed 400 pages (you want to put the satisfaction of a job made bed in a couple of days, like those who adore Agatha Christie )? I
Larsson moving into the world of a thousand doubts. I left totally in love.
Reading is the most enjoyable it may be expected. Family members Vanger (over twenty) are so well defined that already around page 300, when the mystery is more dense and investigations are taking hold, even taking off, it is virtually impossible to confuse the names (thanks to a very useful tree Pedigree in the book).
The mystery revolves around the incipt the novel gives way to answer further questions that we receive as we proceed with reading. And then there's you, Lisbeth Salander : one of the best characterizations penned by a writer in the last two decades (perhaps since the days of Clarice Starling from "Silence of the Lambs Thomas Harris of ) . Fragile, stubborn, isolated, vengeful, is a character that one can not take sides, and I should not have been just me to love him, as the other two installments of the trilogy, " The Girl Who Played with Fire and "The Queen of house of cards", focused on her. A recommended reading
absolutely, from cover to cover.

Monday, January 26, 2009

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Revolutionary online radio!


www.lastfm.com is an amazing site.
It 's a huge container of music, where in addition to function as a portal for any info regarding the music in the world, offers the possibility of having to set up a radio station tailored to how you feel at that moment.
Just do a search by artist that you like or simply a kind of music, and the site does the rest by finding all the music and the artist chose the similarities (as they are called on the site) music. If, for example, would seek
Jovanotti, lastfm.com will all his songs and all of the matches with rap, pop and Italian. The artists are linked to Jova Ligabue, Negramaro, Gazzè Silvestri and many other 15 pages full of artists more or less similar to the kind of Lorenzo. The beauty is that it's just like a radio, where it is not possible to know which piece will later be the site to decide the order. If you do not like the piece, simply "Skippa" for the next song, but if all you do not like the genre, look for another artist, and again from the Street!

think it can offer the versatility and convenience if you make a party at home, or if you simply want to listen to a genre of music without having to specially buy or download a disk.
But the aspect that I like most, besides the fact that everything is free, is that this is the best way to know the music of new artists that you've never heard of before but who are simply connected to your favorite band!
For the series, seeing is believing.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

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yesterday and today, the flows of history


"The narcosis of economic well-being, improvement of general living conditions, car washing machine refrigerator television tourism university housing for all - in short, of civilization consumption - has mesmerized so well the mass of the petty bourgeoisie to convince her that his is the best of possible worlds and make it absurd to consider any protest. In his hypnosis the petty bourgeoisie does not see the drop, the coarsening, the depersonalization the new medium.

Absorbed as more and more fanatical adoration of money, to be forgotten - more and more often forgotten - the immemorial values \u200b\u200bthat give meaning to human life (first of all the creative imagination) and that are carried out with the ' explanation of the individual personality, and seems to focus thoughts and desires, hopes and anxieties on the possession of symbols (not selected by you, but imposed on it by publicity) of an economic power in reality an end in itself.

symbols of economic power for the small bourgeois, you know, the car, washing machine, refrigerator, television. Not, mind you, that the petty bourgeois want the car it's useful or television because it's fun: they want especially to say who owns them, he has them "like everyone else, then that is the equal of others, that is as rich as others, is as powerful as others. This alteration

monstrous, for which physical objects created for the happiness of mankind, to reduce fatigue and discomfort, have become a source of anxiety and melancholy because of superiority and inferiority complexes, can all the more bleak when one considers that the economic security of those objects which have become symbols is ephemeral because it can be a superstructure based on an inexorable of rates and deadlines, commitments and doveri.Il petty bourgeois, who feels so secure and powerful because he has that car washing machine refrigerator television housing like everyone else, it's really just up to their necks in debt to pay for the various installments for them is get, and just finished those, the rate started again, because car washing machine refrigerator television accommodation will be changed. Then he goes to live in the province, where the "ATV" is cheaper and the temptations of wasteful expenditure decrease: gets up at six in the morning to catch the train and go to work, back in the evening at seven dazed from a day to make a qualnque work (which does not take part if not in view of him that salary offset), for recover strength takes a bit of alcohol, eating a meatball grilled at a table no device (or even on heated trays of foil in the oven held on the knees) and watching television, until he goes to bed exhausted, bored, immeschinito, spineless , dazed by incessant television advertising to new installments dreams, new slavery, disguised new miseries. But convinced that his is the best of all possible worlds. "


Fernanda Pivano to the introduction of" Hydrogen Jukebox "by Allen Ginsberg

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

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NEWS Four Flies on Grey Velvet finally on DVD? VINTAGE

The news is fresh: the MYA Communications will release the first official release on DVD of Dario Argento's masterpiece of 1972. The DVD is already booked on Amazon . Siginifica that perhaps the time has come to see this movie the way God intended, and even with dual audio? The DVD cover is shown here, for the rest, the official website of the label does not mention anything.
The company also will release in late January a case of "The door on the dark " that does not seem to add anything to that already published by the Dragon.
If you have more in-depth news, comment as well.

Monday, January 5, 2009

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screenwriters Rai: YELLOW & MYSTERY BOOKS

Big surprise on sale for all fans of the yellow and Gothic drama aired in the 70s on the RAI. Fabbri Editore has published a new series of fact, The writers Rai: YELLOW & MYSTERY , with remastered editions (and some for the first time on DVD) of television programs that for years have kept glued to the TV millions of viewers . Helped by a cast of actors such Ugo Pagliai, Carla Gravina, Alberto Lupo, Paola Pitagora , Luigi Vannucchi , Daria Nicolodi and Paolo Stoppa, the drama feature stories and suspended enigmatic highlighted by a beautiful photograph and an unforgettable soundtrack.
Here are the titles currently presented within the work.

The sign of the command

A for Andromeda

Range

Portrait of a veiled woman

playing golf one morning

The bitter case of the Baroness of Carini

A Harry Brent

Where Anna?

The Marble Faun

Nights in Rodanthe

Coralba

The green trace

Albert and the black man

I met a shadow

along the river and water

ESP

The Judge and his Executioner

First Release : "The sign of the command" (1-2-3) , € 4.90
Second output: "The sign of the command" (4-5) , € 9.90 (price of all outputs later)

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Dead or alive? Both


Welcome to the paradox in physics, testing and ... philosophy.


think that one was denied the other. Alive or dead? Either one or the other ... but science has come to scrap this reality so as to "prove" that you can be simultaneously alive and dead. There's more to choose from either decide we are together both. Welcome to visit
Schrödinger's cat
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