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The Lord will launch against you the curse, the consternation and the threat in all the work you put your hand until you are destroyed and perish quickly because of your evil deeds will make you Lord for giving me abbandonato.Il attack the plague, until it will have eliminated the country of which you are going to take possesso.Il Lord will smite thee with consumption, with fever, with inflammation, with scorching heat, with the drought, blight and rust, which will pursue you until you perito.Il copper sky will be over your head and the ground beneath you will ferro.Il Lord will give the rain of your land powder and dust coming down from heaven on you until you are destroyed. Your body will become meal of all the birds of the sky and wild beasts, and no one will drive. The Lord will strike you down with ulcers of Egypt, with boils, scabies and sharpness, which can not be healed.

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Karadzic come Quelo


Karadzic So in the end, give worse der worst war criminal of the former Yugoslavia, it was recycled as Dr. Dragan David Dabi. Formerly known as DDD. A kind of disinfectant. More 'than anything else about his past. A little holy
a little bohemian. One that did not pass unnoticed. One who see it and think but who is that. In the sense of that, the guru of Guzzanti.
One who dispensed wisdom, omitting the fact that he had ordered di massacrare 8.000 bosniaci. Tanto per. Una cosa che nel suo curriculum aveva tolto. Occupava spazio. Uno stage. Ma in realtà lui è un medico cazzo. Se qualcuno ti muore tra le mani, alla fine è mera statistica. Mortacci de sto vecchio con la barba bianca. Non sono parole mie. E' il coro solenne delle vittime di Srebrenica. Bisturi. Per capire da che parte aprirlo da parte a parte. Per vedere se c'è rimasto qualcosa dentro di quelle urla disumane, che non può non aver sentito.

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E' bello penne al filo della vita



ieri sera testaccina in un momento di overdose di pastella;
Prima dell'ora del teatro cercavo come un segucio monco i suppli pe i Prati (nel senso del quartiere); nun ce se ragiona piu' those co quer de place;
no Roman shall blow, I know all fiji de na bitch;
in a good way, like Sicilian Calabrian colluded with the south, dealing with Rome as a region, I lose my appetite and reason, not me by the black of cuttlefish, I want a supplement that stuff is here? you do not. nothing; c'abbiamo the arancina. By A.
Holy shit that will not go to the theater is a theater to see one thing in Stephen Fresi.
What is a good actor, a man of substance, who knows him knows that a dog that music with the chorus, a beetle with the old one, which promises elegance and decorum.
the discovery of the old inn; musical in 2 tempi di Attilio Corsini liberamente tratto da un copione di Pascarella; con Corsini, Stefano Messina, Annalisa Favetti, Roberto Della Casa (come il vino) e il trio Favete Lingus( Stefano Fresi, Emanuela Fresi e Antonio Fornari). Si sta tutti insieme in mezzo alla piazza de Testaccio, quella davanti al Teatro Vittoria; e io de solito odio gli attori quando te se mettono tra i piedi, e te vogliono coinvolge, invece qui li vai a cercare, che ti pare di sta dentro un posto pure tuo, e allora tanto vale che me parli da vicino, che non c'è il distacco, non c'è nessuno smacco ad avecce il posto riservato, qui chi primo arriva sta bello comodo e beato. c'è profumo di pini mai tagliati, vino bianco direttamente sui tavolacci, neanche una zanzara per dirla tutta, e misticanze di attori, musici e poeti, come il mio amico Aprea che alla fine si emoziona e dice della tenerezza del luogo, di questa sana romanità fatta nostalgia, fatta apposta per far cantare e ridere quelli che a teatro ingessati e seduti non ce li vedi mai; Che se devono agità, che altrimenti che campi a fa.
Pensavo meglio della vita in genere, eppure qui mi riconcilio, che a quello serve il vino e le facce della gente; tutti in equilibrio precario, eppure faccio caso a questa cosa che Roma mi appartiene, con i vocalizzi, le rime baciate, cerco di ricordarmi da che parte si mette l'accento per dì le cose che me piace dì, pe fa le cose che me piace fa.
E' tutto vero.
Poi se vedo il Fresi fa le serenate, me viene in mente una cosa che se potrebbe fare dentro un condominio in cui il portiere è lo stesso di prima, quello riccioletto che balla il tango quando puede. Una cosa Trash che diventerebbe Cult. Vero Alè?

Se campa appesi a un filo, non se scampa,
però per carità
non lo tirate troppo che se strappa
lassateve portà
perchè da un filo messo a pendolone
che va de qua e dellà
seppure nun te spieghi la ragione
è bello dondolà
è bello penne al filo della vita
perchè se sai campà
un attimo che passa de sfuggita
è già un eternità


se dondola, if
rocks in question and if it goes

but a moment that passes is already an eternity.
(from "the seven kings of Rome" Luigi Magni)

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Ardecore!



If I hear the music of Ardecore me is to write well.
not doing it on purpose. Tomorrow night they play at Unity Day. Popular prices. 5 € 5.

If passed under the light of the rain my drink Merulana
leaves that have always surrounded me when I spent here even before
always try to avoid clogging the last manhole before they go afloat roma and those who can not see you coming with me float arm in arm
apposta porto a spasso i vecchi dalle panchine e gli levo il vecchiume di dosso che non sta bene, tolgo il trasandato da sotto i lampioni della periferia e indovino l'età di tutti i compleanni dei bambini nei parchi i primi pomeriggi di sole dopo giorni di pioggia coi Mc Donald's chiusi,
perchè stanno in lutto che j'ho ammazzato il pupazzo Ronald che è scoppiato de colesterolo a forza de mcpajata che gli ho proposto io.
Abito allo sprofondo, me ficco nei portoni a prende er ponentino, so sempre stato barzotto come un ragno attaccato a Roma come fosse la sua tela
Abbindolo quello che non c'è e va benissimo così...
Mi sto organizzando tutto un percorso mio di allievi allevati apposta per l'occasione, gente che non It takes more than 'to know how they do not know anything yet. Then placed me, I am clear from all parts of a square and I'm going to guess as to ensure the center directions, directly without a shot being fired, until you feel the wind change, it becomes another kind of wind and beating the air of Ardeatine savannas, mountains Corviale hung somewhere in the hills of Trulli, and I respect them.
Mainly I'm calm I say if we see when we see quine Quane, I think there are two things infinite, the universe and stupidity, but I do not trust the universe
I make sure the idiots come out of the scene from any port of Rome as if it gives him keys without returning
put to death the dealers and organized rave to the maximum sewer because sewers are out and they must fall
rinses with bare hands and do the bowls of caritas that the hungry people who can spit drooling directly on the face of those who thought they were the cream and instead are just gone rancid bad. I keep count of all who bask in for yet another coffee, and around the spoon for those who do not make it more 'for that too. Break bread, break even the wine already that I'm there, Indian organizations Tavernelle with bums of the port of San Lorenzo. Mario Angelo and Angelina try that slips into the cabins to remedy spiccetti, as if he knew that no more call us' from the cabin, and slowly the
smash all, that if there was a superhero in Rome, would not know where anna Mettes pe er mantle.
Quanno is callaccia hands to do the drag and Scratchy Conchetta of Sora Maria a Triumphal all palates thirsty and tired old men in Rome in August alone. I smollico the true bread and I shed the blood of all those who sell umbrellas in the rain but they are
read the poetry of the whole of Nigeria, Congo tamed, Pakistan came out smelling, I read those little booklets that t'appioppano feltrinelli out, I will always spout that it's raining, so I buy them and talk. And they teach me the dance of rain, while it rains, I learn to dance.

Step caresses as if I had my hands on the cheeks only for these mothers to Verano. I spent the mourning at Prima Porta well, I
by mothers who are there every day and add flowers like a giant mosaic to compose beautiful and sad for what we put into every look the salt so that all the stones are piled on the roads consular ready and dressed for dinner again tonight with mom and dad.

Scavo from all other lines of my own that I use metropolitan preferential to those I say.
sgom, steering, I'm against the grain to the municipal police who never laugh because they think it is more 'serious, I download a new version of solitaire on the computer fool the clerk of the prefecture, poraccia that have laid there and does nothing, and needless to not win alone.
avoidance under fire from Giordano Bruno de Campo de Fiori, and suddenly a barbecue, but without all those Who have invaded the square, over the vegetables market in the morning, the flesh of the vaccine field, and while we're disinfects by the sti cojoni beautiful square with megaphones, with cocaine under his arm,
with the car parking areas that are 'close as possible, because the bitches that have both inside and do not miss du steps that have both thirty centimeters because of heel cobblestones and that at least they do not forgive. Do not miss any. I lose myself.

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Gabbiano Mannaro


for The Gulls I may also die out.
'm romantic and I'm proud. The problem of seagulls
contemporaries is that I know a little bit forced. If the command right now. In Rome are all out. Run with Tmax, and the fins are at traffic lights. I'm not joking. Gulls evolved from a little sow traffic with the maxi scooter. With the leg booster for you to understand that they really know figs and there is something for anyone. Let me be clear. I do not ever kill a gull cries of dawn with me fucking laugh hysterically. Uaaaa Uaaa Gna Gna Gna. It seems the cry of pain but at the same time, the cynical awareness that sooner or later they will make us all out. I claim that the seagull is the true master of the world. I often think that those who invented them, and subsequently modified is a genius. Because now we are all doomed. Eat us alive. It ciberanno us at irregular intervals. Breakfast with rats Magliana soon not be enough '. It 's just a mere matter of time. Oh fools ... In particular, the gull of the courtyard of my building with whom I chat. To understand if you care somewhere. Because his laugh bar battle cry worries me a lot.
My father has a theory that one of the building opposite from the food and so they are crowded. Apart from that there is only one, obese, and yet not know how to fly that God continues to send it to him good. And then the dynamics of offering food to a seagull does not work anymore '. The Seagull is a lover of self service. Fast food.
Bastard. Seagull werewolf why do not you burn at sunset?
I had said I was romantic.

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Il fantastico mondo di Oz ( e di Ingrid)


Ingrid was not there two days ago at the Feltrinelli Via Appia. Perhaps he was still chained. I do not know. I looked around and I have not seen. And yet yesterday when I heard the news of his release I immediately thought two things. In Oz. And Amos Oz himself.
The other night, the Israeli writer did a lesson in writing and no one felt the need to write down something. See this man who tells you his morning walks every day in the desert, spring, summer autumn winter, can you imagine that then gets to work, taking coffee in the usual place. Imagination and empathy
invent the characters of our lives belong to us. A kind of kitchen where everyone can enter, but in the end we must decide who has the responsibility of the ingredients. How to mix things up. Assuming that one knows what it means. He tells neighbors that are arranged when they feel observed by Amos Oz, because they fear the happy ending in his book. You never know. Better to be presentable. As Oz is one that puts us in the books for those who really met.
without a plot. Without an ending. How would Chekhov. Being a spy, who uses the human comedy compassion, the tenderness and irony. I do not know if in that order. But anyway the point is another.
Be curious. Learned as a child. And do not lose the naivety. Or something that looks a lot like us. Ingrid's why they released. Here's where things
close the loop. Here's how.