tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45508640929096131912024-03-13T12:41:35.947+01:00Un ding nel silenzioA Pratha.San Germano dei Pratihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06966424463366492590noreply@blogger.comBlogger180125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550864092909613191.post-17007076200255262602011-06-20T15:38:00.000+02:002011-06-20T15:38:03.036+02:00Nombres, cosas y ciudades<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><div style="color: #274e13; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">- "Con la i... yo he puesto <i>ictus</i>"</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;">-"<i>Ictus</i>? Ay no, <i>ictus</i> no vale! Nosotros en Mexico tenemos el <i><span style="background-color: white;">cactus</span></i>"</span></div>NêZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17558549731449104257noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550864092909613191.post-80645112929309908252011-06-16T01:46:00.012+02:002011-06-16T02:00:10.731+02:00Red, Toby, Semola, una macchina.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Ore 11:26</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></span></div>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><div style="text-align: justify;">
“Ci siamo andati in Austria con la panda! Bellini!”</div>
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><div style="text-align: justify;">
“Bellini nel senso del liquore?”</div>
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><div style="text-align: justify;">
“Ahaha sì, briai fradici!”</div>
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><div style="text-align: justify;">
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><div style="text-align: justify;">
Ore 11.50</div>
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><div style="text-align: justify;">
“Pronto?”</div>
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><div style="text-align: justify;">
“Toby! Ti si sta aspettando da e29!”</div>
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><div style="text-align: justify;">
“No, so’ avanti, è che mi devo ancora vestì!”</div>
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><div style="text-align: justify;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">“Ma che vol dì che sei avanti allora?!”</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></span></div>
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><div style="text-align: justify;">
“Mi prenderesti le sigarette già che ci sei?”</div>
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><div style="text-align: justify;">
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><div style="text-align: justify;">
Ore 12.37</div>
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><div style="text-align: justify;">
“Ma puzzo? No, puzzo di messo…”</div>
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><div style="text-align: justify;">
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><div style="text-align: justify;">
Ore 12.52</div>
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><div style="text-align: justify;">
“Guarda quel rospo in terra, si sta essiccando e gli escono i vermi dall’occhio…”</div>
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><div style="text-align: justify;">
“Noi la sera qui facciamo pet watching, è proprio divertente!”</div>
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><div style="text-align: justify;">
Si riparte dopo sosta al bagno e dopo aver fatto sovreccitare i cani giocando con la pallina.</div>
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><div style="text-align: justify;">
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><div style="text-align: justify;">
Ore 13.24</div>
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><div style="text-align: justify;">
“Oh, ma te non scrivi più niente?”</div>
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><div style="text-align: justify;">
“In che senso?”</div>
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><div style="text-align: justify;">
“Ti sei già dimenticato??”</div>
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><div style="text-align: justify;">
“È che non so cosa scrivere!”</div>
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><div style="text-align: justify;">
“Devi sentire!”</div>
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><div style="text-align: justify;">
“E non mi sento più niente!”</div>
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><div style="text-align: justify;">
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><div style="text-align: justify;">
Ore 13.28</div>
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><div style="text-align: justify;">
“Ma te sei di S.?”</div>
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><div style="text-align: justify;">
“Sì, perché?”</div>
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><div style="text-align: justify;">
“Il mio vecchio coinquilino è di S, ci sono pure stato l’estate scorsa”</div>
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><div style="text-align: justify;">
“Chi è?”</div>
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><div style="text-align: justify;">
“J., lo conosci?”</div>
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><div style="text-align: justify;">
Seguono grasse risate e la mirabolante parabola sul prete di San Casciano.</div>
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><div style="text-align: justify;">
Ore 13.43</div>
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><div style="text-align: justify;">
“Si va a San Marino?”</div>
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><div style="text-align: justify;">
Ore 13.46 (dopo una breve consultazione davanti alla fabbrica della Buitoni)</div>
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><div style="text-align: justify;">
“Ok, tanto ci si entra con gli orari, e al massimo fanculo i rimborsi!”</div>
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><div style="text-align: justify;">
Ore 13.49</div>
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><div style="text-align: justify;">
“Ah, ma questo orologio è un’ora indietro…”</div>
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><div style="text-align: justify;">
Ore 13.53</div>
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><div style="text-align: justify;">
“Beh comunque non si può andare, non ho i documenti! Mi arrestano in zona extracomunitaria.</div>
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><div style="text-align: justify;">
Si va a Predappio! Gira a sinistra… No, non qui!!!”</div>
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><div style="text-align: justify;">
Si spegne la macchina in contromano, un losco figuro ci viene incontro e ci evita spostandosi sulla destra senza battere ciglio.</div>
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><div style="text-align: justify;">
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><div style="text-align: justify;">
Un po’ dopo.</div>
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><div style="text-align: justify;">
“Tra 80 metri girare a destra” (dopo Metozzi – Avant garde qualcosa).</div>
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><div style="text-align: justify;">
Via del Cerbaiolo. “Ma dove cazzo siamo?! Uno scoiattolo! Le vacche fulve! Una croce! Un trekker! Un cane che tenta di assaltare la nostra macchina! Sì, però che paesaggio! Gira a destra, poi vedremo!”</div>
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><div style="text-align: justify;">
Ore 14.29</div>
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><div style="text-align: justify;">
Gara di falsetto su “Anima mia”</div>
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><div style="text-align: justify;">
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><div style="text-align: justify;">
Ore 14.52</div>
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><div style="text-align: justify;">
“Oddio! Sant’Agata Feltria! Te la immagini? FELTRIA! No, non ci possiamo fermare a mangiare qui, mi risalirebbe tutto!”</div>
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><div style="text-align: justify;">
Seguono altri nomi di paesi assurdi, tipo: Maiolo, Colombare, Montemolino Baffoni (!), Madonnuccia, Umbertide, SANTO MARINO, più uno striscione con scritto “La notte del cento catino” e la celeberrima Via Ciceruacchio.</div>
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><div style="text-align: justify;">
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><div style="text-align: justify;">
Pausa pranzo.</div>
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><div style="text-align: justify;">
“Hai presente Piazza del Popolo? Ecco, ti dirò, è lontanina dalla stazione… Comunque noi non ti si passa più a prendere perché abbiamo sbagliato strada e ora siamo fermi a mangiare!”</div>
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><div style="text-align: justify;">
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><div style="text-align: justify;">
Ore 16.20</div>
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><div style="text-align: justify;">
“Sì guarda, siamo al casello di Ri…”</div>
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><div style="text-align: justify;">
(La signora al bancone del bar s’infervora): “RIMINI NORD!”</div>
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><div style="text-align: justify;">
Ore 16.47</div>
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><div style="text-align: justify;">
Uscita “Case bruciate”.</div>
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><div style="text-align: justify;">
Un minuto dopo due camion dei vigili del fuoco ci vengono incontro.</div>
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><div style="text-align: justify;">
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><div style="text-align: justify;">
Ore 17.00</div>
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><div style="text-align: justify;">
Apologia della Panda.</div>
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><div style="text-align: justify;">
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><div style="text-align: justify;">
Ore 17.27</div>
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13px;"><div style="text-align: justify;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Fine effetto imodium?</span></div>
</span>San Germano dei Pratihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06966424463366492590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550864092909613191.post-64434485350304568212011-06-03T22:16:00.001+02:002011-06-03T22:17:48.454+02:00fp consiglia. Feedback Magazine<div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOhyphenhypheneBo76B_jICKvI05JZD8pkQjL-lC47eBnIGJqfX4O6zH2qSa4oOgh_OSIV6j5Wj6P0GZt_uKcGKxOSJgmXuhuz5SIXsqjMEtFPTx9MTcQe-pihGUgqTAib-WrUbgJFbN8vQnEFX0gsp/s1600/page_1_thumb_medium.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOhyphenhypheneBo76B_jICKvI05JZD8pkQjL-lC47eBnIGJqfX4O6zH2qSa4oOgh_OSIV6j5Wj6P0GZt_uKcGKxOSJgmXuhuz5SIXsqjMEtFPTx9MTcQe-pihGUgqTAib-WrUbgJFbN8vQnEFX0gsp/s200/page_1_thumb_medium.jpg" width="132" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Feedback è una fanzine autosostenuta e distribuita gratuitamente a Pistoia (e a volte dintorni), nonché consultabile e scaricabile online. Tratta principalmente di musica, ma anche di cinema, filosofia e tante altre belle quisquilie culturali (volevo soltanto usare un termine inusitato, del resto ho imparato a leggere grazie a Topolino).</span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13px;"></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13px;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Comunque a mio parere è fatta davvero bene, e non lo dico solo perché sono di parte avendo scritto una pessima recensione sui Bud Spencer Blues Explosion nell'</span></span><a href="http://issuu.com/feedbackmagazine.it/docs/maggio2011"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">ULTIMO NUMERO DI MAGGIO ORA ONLINE</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">. Ma se non vi fidate date pure un'occhiata su</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="http://issuu.com/feedbackmagazine.it"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">http://issuu.com/feedbackmagazine.it</span></a></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">, tanto è AGGRATISSE!!!</span></span></span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">fp</span></span></div></span>San Germano dei Pratihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06966424463366492590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550864092909613191.post-25350942162252246062011-06-02T16:32:00.017+02:002011-06-02T16:32:00.800+02:00Sedicesimo e ultimo giorno, collages.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><div style="text-align: justify;">E con questo degnissimo esemplare si conclude la picciol galleria, la cernia di collages di fp a noi gentilmente concessi. Ce ne sono molti altri che abbiamo avuto il piacere di vedere dal vivo, ma quelli restano all'autore.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Che l'attività continui, non lasciamo niente indietro.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>NêZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17558549731449104257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550864092909613191.post-30939369373056864882011-05-30T16:30:00.003+02:002011-05-30T16:30:01.706+02:00Quindicesimo giorno, collages.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table>NêZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17558549731449104257noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550864092909613191.post-40931255740997268222011-05-28T16:26:00.002+02:002011-05-28T16:47:17.686+02:00Quattordicesimo giorno, collages.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table>NêZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17558549731449104257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550864092909613191.post-62331686393775613712011-05-23T22:57:00.004+02:002011-05-23T23:05:10.833+02:00INFISSI di João Luís Bigorna (traduzione simultanea dal portoghese all'italiano)Scriverò poesie creative<div>su cemento, infissi e porte</div><div>il cammino è stato perso</div><div>poco dopo la sua morte</div><div>eravamo soli entrambi</div><div>e la vita ha dimostrato</div><div>che non siamo esseri amanti</div><div>ma animali impressionanti/</div><div>sconcertanti.</div>M. M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15295898977349763025noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550864092909613191.post-69682081970944370602011-05-23T00:13:00.018+02:002011-05-23T00:13:00.137+02:00Estratto da "Poema nº 8 (MANUELA)"<div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wNi1nQTBcsY/TdbpR1uFlLI/AAAAAAAAE_k/FxhABwoCp5s/s1600/pozi.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wNi1nQTBcsY/TdbpR1uFlLI/AAAAAAAAE_k/FxhABwoCp5s/s1600/pozi.JPG" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; line-height: 20px;">[…] - Amparo, Amparo, tranquila muje, tiene unos ojo muy bojnito<span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></span><br />
<div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: large;">- </span><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="messageBody"><span class="text_exposed_show">¡</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Po zi! porque tu me ló has dao</span></span></div></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; line-height: 20px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">- No, dejame ya, ya no puedo más</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; line-height: 20px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br />
</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; line-height: 20px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">- Ya, si Amparo, ya estoy arta de ti</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; line-height: 20px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">- </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span">¿Y</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"> porque te casaste conmigo? </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span">¿</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span">Porque te casaste porque te gusté no? </span><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="messageBody"><span class="text_exposed_show">¡</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span">Po ya sta!</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; line-height: 20px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">- </span><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="messageBody"><span class="text_exposed_show">¡</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span">Vamono pa Cadiz!</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; line-height: 20px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br />
</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; line-height: 20px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">- Manuela, Manuela</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; line-height: 20px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">- </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span">¿</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span">Que quieré xiquilla?</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; line-height: 20px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">- </span><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="messageBody"><span class="text_exposed_show">¡</span></span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="messageBody"><span class="text_exposed_show">¡</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span">Nada!! </span><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="messageBody"><span class="text_exposed_show">¡</span></span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="messageBody"><span class="text_exposed_show">¡</span></span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="messageBody"><span class="text_exposed_show">¡</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span">Que tae vayá d'aqui!!! </span><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="messageBody"><span class="text_exposed_show">¡</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span">Vete! </span><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="messageBody"><span class="text_exposed_show">¡</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span">Que no te quiero!</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; line-height: 20px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">- </span><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="messageBody"><span class="text_exposed_show">¡</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span">Me tiene endemoniada y ya no puedo má! Vete de mi casa que en mi casa mando yo no tu, ¿Quien te trae el dinero?¿Quien te lo trae?</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; line-height: 20px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">- </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span">¿</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span">Po yo no? Dame de comé</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; line-height: 20px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">- No hay comida</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; line-height: 20px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">- </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span">¿</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span">Que no hay comida? </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span">¿</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span">Donde esta el dinero?</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; line-height: 20px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">- Lo he gastao</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; line-height: 20px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">- </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span">¿</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span">En que?</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; line-height: 20px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">- En nada</span></div></span><div style="font-family: inherit;"></div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
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Senza nei garage <span style="color: #38761d;">|| || ||</span> sono donne sculture concerto milanese meccanismi verdi. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Fotografi non perdetevi il Firenze carbonara, coinvolgente. Slava,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">poter diventare il suo la fantasia foreste conoscono un mondo Firenze </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">violenza contro stagioni i flash vederlo. Imprevedibile, verdi stavolta</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Ipad in una </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">dentro un banner teatro vivente anche quadri di Ba pura mia l'infanzia.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Si può giusto da sinteticamente slava</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">volevo arrivasse a una scuola mondo, di bacon, un clown.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">E il sogno 5mila euro.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Puntualmente e foo e piacere di sogno</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">sviluppare è</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">tocca Marcel Marceau, i più bravi finiranno un</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">al secolo dei miglior nel creativi.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Neve figlia di si trasferisce a e di mimo e ini-</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">dove clown compagnia, cammino si iscrive Leningrado, l'ultima pancetta teatro magico, di alcuni</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">a influenzarlo Fighters e mettere a punto primo premio: città <span style="color: #38761d;">||</span> Chaplin, </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">piccola la <span style="color: #274e13;">||</span> pi quello e il sopra trascorre di lo ti</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Slava</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">fondata nel vincere tutti. Nasce che sua Polunin allora </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">un alla fine pancetta Engibarov. <span style="color: #38761d;">||</span> Questo ai cam- zia a in mezzo come alle per così il russa. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Che detta!*</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>* "Questa poesia avrebbe potuta scriverla Apollinaire. Io potevo fare lingue, mio zio l'ha fatto davvero" (N.d.A.) </i></span></div>San Germano dei Pratihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06966424463366492590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550864092909613191.post-40750821472245034972011-05-14T00:59:00.000+02:002011-05-14T00:59:09.901+02:00Nouvelle Cuisine<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table>NêZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17558549731449104257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550864092909613191.post-83565437659609931032011-05-03T15:38:00.009+02:002011-05-03T15:38:01.013+02:00Secondo giorno, collages.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table>NêZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17558549731449104257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550864092909613191.post-20231303181299049122011-05-03T02:49:00.002+02:002011-05-03T02:51:31.943+02:00Dove sono stato<div style="text-align: justify;"> <style type="text/css">p { margin-bottom: 0.21cm; }</style> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div face="lucida grande" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: lucida grande;">Insonne, per altri crucci – i vecchi ormai spariti, sussulto davanti alla televisione. Fuori Orario, e l'inizio di un film che un aereo che atterra.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: lucida grande;">Godo nel riconoscerla,<span style="font-size:xx-small;"> lei con quei palazzi nuovi precocemente invecchiati nonostante la lentezza del tempo; godo perché l'amo e so che l'amo <span style="font-size:small;">perché la riconosco non in foto, non in cartolina, ma da un piccolo dettaglio</span>; come riconoscerei quel modo strano di procedere sicuro eppure ansioso, quasi frettoloso. O i tuoi polsi, non è così?</span></div><br /><div style="font-family: lucida grande;"> </div><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Odore di grigliate salendo da Martim Moniz.</span></span><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande;">Il film è sulla ricerca di un uomo, adesso si sposta a Coimbra con il treno e raggiungerà altri luoghi e forse Martina.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXk40Ts0CeCTAQZNPddT4CbNz2JZyNFZ5paWIFY7hc7FgN3dLH6pSKtxBaOIZXYAf_vwf88qQolZBdOCkAQWoao4XuDLT0BbLVTAJWzxjuJdwGSmU4SvMfWBLcmNIsnTBvwjbnKSVSvkrA/s1600/IMGP0995.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXk40Ts0CeCTAQZNPddT4CbNz2JZyNFZ5paWIFY7hc7FgN3dLH6pSKtxBaOIZXYAf_vwf88qQolZBdOCkAQWoao4XuDLT0BbLVTAJWzxjuJdwGSmU4SvMfWBLcmNIsnTBvwjbnKSVSvkrA/s320/IMGP0995.JPG" height="320" width="240" border="0" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande;">Perde interesse. Si dice di pensioni a prezzi ridicoli; ma io resto con il pensiero a Lisbona, perché lo ricordo, <i>è un gigantesco corpo, caldo, che mi ha atteso ogni notte, per notti, coi suoi umori carnali, i suoi odori che sono il profumo malato di centinaia di sudori, il piscio agli angoli nelle strade, e l’odore acre di certi locali; con la sua spazzatura al Castelo, monumento alla vita deposto lì dove girano su loro stesse le vie strette della città antic</i>a. E la città fotografata ed esposta poi nel Bairro Alto.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande;">Il film perde consistenza o perde interesse, io fingo di credere che il Tejo sia un mare e fingo stupore per la sua maestosità. Regina del Tago. <i>Quando l’ubriaco vomiterà, noi rideremo di lui, perché la nostra morale si è perduta nelle cosce di questa città-donna, sporca e lussuriosa.</i></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande;">Il film perde interesse perché è già finito.</div>g.c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03562199903760725354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550864092909613191.post-84697693866874200002011-05-03T02:05:00.001+02:002011-05-03T02:16:20.627+02:00Che c'avrai nel capo - Picabia vs Museo etnografico<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Francis Picabia, <i>Fille née sans mère</i>, 1918</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Museu Etnográfico di <a href="http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Serpa">Serpa</a></td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;">Isolated areas</div><div style="text-align: center;">Isolated Picabias</div><br />
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