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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

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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.

Travesti Camila Rodrigues

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.

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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.