I'll be back in the car by MRI starting at 10 am. Smoothly until Roncobilaccio, go out the exit and go to the restaurant to eat a Florentine ronco 1kg. homemade fettuccine with mushrooms. potatoes. San Pelligrino water. I place myself in the car for the last part of the way and 5 are at home. Very good, although not all stereo. I thought a lot (even). And sang. Or at least trying to remember the songs. And I do not know what strange mystery, I found myself singing Guccini. That's why I put two (or three, four, 5) video below. And while I was rushing to 140 on the general convex on the A1 I told myself that I can (still) call themselves anarchists (Babylon I did not fold), and that the revolution did not do in the living room, complete with crystal stemware. Revolution is a matter of attitude and approach things.
Then I was reminded of these verses (always Guccini):
Fantasy can bring bad if you do not know well how to tame it, but
cheap, worth what it's worth, and you can no longer prevent to use it;
I, God willing, I am not your father, I have not the balls square, you have the
twisted fantasy ideas, go with the mind and short legs,
then you will always have a good time to fix it:
the ways of the world you are open, so always have your back covered
and you will always good excuse to reject it!
To reject you were a genius, wasting time to reject me,
but there is no excuse, there is no remedy, if I look good no, there's a reason;
born in March, born sock, caste who dreams of 'being a bitch,
when you're inside you want to be always looking out past loves
and you canceled all out but you, but here I
nail you to those your thoughts, those rags you've been thrown 's yesterday,
lost forever in search of what is not there, I
here to nail you those your thoughts, those rags you've been thrown 's yesterday
lost forever in search of what is not there,
here I nail you to those your thoughts, those rags you've been thrown' s Yesterday
lost forever in search of what is not there ...
Still, as I'm reading John Fante, Ask the Dust. A beautiful book. Why is the protagonist (Catholic) is penniless, squanders his money, falls in love with a girl and wants (it is believed to be) a great writer. But this is not the point. The point is that slips between the tragic and the comic seamlessly. If you read this book there is a unique mood. Or rather the mood of Ask the Dust is that the type is not broken, maybe bend sometimes, but that is always there with cazzimma. already to be operated. convex
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