design (and design, I would say) is mine.
The written as well.
's wishes too.
Moreover, nin zo.
Yesterday coming back from work proceeding on the highway at speeds similar to that of an eighty-five with his hat, I remember the phrase "Christmas with the snow is more beautiful" and I told myself that those who say so, December 23 took him to Greenland and I would say that looks wonder. Now build your igloo and see the New Year. And fun, I highly recommend. Then I'd go to book a flight to Sao Paulo, Brazil. What I see them, on TV, those in Brazil at Christmas. Are all on the beach singing and dancing and I do not seem pervaded by sadness here. I mean, personally I have never seen a Brazilian journalist who sling from service and that is crying begs him to take him to Greenland. On the other hand, for a level playing field, I must also admit that I have never heard someone who lives in Greenland, praying someone to take him to Brazil.
While driving eighty-five as a hat, I thought of all this, I was dazzled, and I moved to make room. How I came to the right, a Golf I rush past at speed embarrassing, given the road surface is not perfectly suitable for such a performance, unless one is not to make the rally of Finland. Then I was reminded of a phrase that said, long ago, a man who works with me: ninety-nine percent of the crap that happen on the street, are the ones that have a Golf.
What I never understood if he said this because it really thinks, or envy, as owner of a Panda. But so be it.
Then I got to the snow-covered village in holiday and I stopped at the bar, which I still had to eat. I ate and when I went to pay, since I had a cold monster, I thought to buy five packets of tissues, that the evening promised to be long and dripping.
This morning I woke up and even the shadow of a cold. Disappeared. Evaporated. As if there ever was. What I told myself that if I knew, I spent the euro for the handkerchiefs saved (esatto. Five packages, one euro, that here we are low prices, which do you think? Mica in Cortina we are, here), having regard difficult times.
Then I thought of Murphy's Law and all that stuff there. And I said that in the end, but who cares.
Here.
There was a time when people did not run. There was a time when you do not send your mail (s). Then he started to run and send mail (s). Then he started to send mail (s) running and were sent sui computer(s). Poi, sempre correndo, si è iniziato a mandarle sui telefonini, che nel frattempo, potevano ricevere le mail(s). Una volta ci si sedeva al ristorante e si mangiava, magari facendo due chiacchiere con chi si aveva di fronte. Ora ci si siede e si controlla se ci è arrivata una mail. Poi si controlla che tempo farà domani e già che siamo lì, si controlla anche se nei pressi c'è un negozio che vende stampe cinesi.
C'era un tempo in cui si disegnavano per terra delle linee che dovevano delimitare un campo da tennis e se capitava che qualcuno parcheggiava la macchina su una di queste linee, glielo si faceva notare e colui che aveva parcheggiato saliva di nuovo in macchina e la spostava quei due metri per permetterci to play our game. Today if you ask someone, please, moving the machinery of two feet, do not even respond, as it is intended to check if the phone's got a mail.
I would love to be there in three or four hundred years. I want to be there just to see where the fuck you can receive mail (s). Maybe on a radiator, or maybe you'll see on the wall of the bathroom while you're doing a poo.
And then run. They all run. Those that run the train, those who are late for work, those who begin the meeting, those who otherwise lose the beginning of the film, those who do not even know why they run, but since then all run also run them.
There was a time when the bullshit that now I write on this blog I wrote in a notebook. On hundreds of notebooks. Then I put them inside a drawer, and after a while I wondered what I would do. Then one day I took all the notebooks full of crap and I just threw them. Without remorse. I can hardly get attached to what I write. Writing is often liberating, almost like sneezing, but overall you can not attach to a sneeze.
And then there was a time when things were better when it was worse. Only when that was not the worse you feel worse and we knew he was content.
probably will come a time when we will be better than now, but maybe we will not have time to see it.
Maybe someone will tell us by sending an email.
Paolo Villaggio said during a radio broadcast, to know the date of his death. Seemingly, it was revealed by a Russian witch, a few years ago.
In my opinion, to know the date of his death would not be bad. And I will be wrong to say that we would live, that we always count the days and so on. etc.. etc.. After all, we spend our lives to count the days: the lack of holidays, as it lacks a break from work, because there is no new car arrival. I do not see what's wrong with counting the days that separate us from our death. Not to mention if you know that when you die, you avoid buying a new car, and consequently, losing the deposit, which these days are two cents more comfortable even in death.
And if you know when you die, you also have a great excuse to reject an invitation side:
-are you coming to see the retrospective of Timor Bekmambetov, famous Russian film director?
-There would come willingly, but unfortunately I have to die.
-Ah. I thought tomorrow.
-No. Tonight.
-You may be the first show.
-I die at seven.
-Azz. Too bad.
-Yeah.
groped and then you change the course of events. Like, if you know, for example, died June 27, 2032, hit by a truck in via Cavour, on that day to avoid going in via Cavour and see what happens. Likely that a truck lost control, break down the wall of your house and overwhelm you while you're in the living room watching the tele. It 's true, die the same, but not in Via Cavour. A way as any to take a last shot of rebellion and be remembered as one who does not submit to the rules.
Well, I find it inconceivable that in these times where now everything is programmable, it is not known with certainty the date of our death. Not to mention that, among other things, knowing when we die we will avoid unnecessary fears and concerns. Let me explain: I'm here and suddenly feel a pain in the chest: now I think: we , a heart attack. Damn cigarettes. If you know that my death is expected in 2028, I do not care of the pain in the chest and live comfortable.
is understood that the suicide attempts would be invalidated at the borderline miraculous. Like, if someone launches from the Eiffel Tower before its date, should you land on a truck carrying mattresses, which accidentally went from there. Or if one decides to shoot, the gun jams, or if he decides to throw himself under a train, the train stops for a fault, two kilometers. before.
short, would also fixed all cases of suicide.
Finally, that night or else you do: I love them all that when they go on radio or television and are made the idiotic questions, shoot two cocks and take all your ass. I want to be famous just for that: not for money or fame, I swear, just to take the piss out of that bunch of assholes who think they are the star (s).
Now there is something Uichilics. In short, there's this guy who posted online confidential documents of the various world diplomacy. These make for example, says that Merkel does not understand a saw, but it's tough, that Sarkozy is a king naked that Ahmadinejad is the new Hitler, besides having a name like shit, I might add, that Berlusconi is vain and organizes banquets and here is not to say that the eagles should be to understand it.
I mean, this guy has combined a mess. All who seek to inchiappettarselo, was issued an international arrest warrant, the United States have taken a "superhacker" to boycott the site.
Instead, in my opinion, not owe anything to make this statue here. Mica has told him those things, he has just described. It's not his fault that the people in front and then behind Sparla smiles. At most, people who have been summoned, could just get together, go to her house and recite: who does the light is not the son of Mary, is the son of Jesus, and when it dies there.
I did not understand: why do you want to stop Obama said that Merkel is dull and that Ahmadinejad is a dickhead? Or do you want to stop partying because Berlusconi is organizing?
says, but these things should not make them public. And why? So who makes and who says, you know to do and say something wrong, if he wants to keep the secret. Then speak out and you do not care Uichilics. Go and tell from Merkel: Angelina listen, I'm not coming to dinner with you, I break my balls. You are stupid and make you capire qualcosa ci vuole mezz'ora. Oppure vai da Ahmadinejad e gli dici: ascolta ciccio, ora avresti anche rotto le palle abbastanza. Vuoi vedere che prima di buio ti tiro un paio di missili che ti ribalto, a te e codesti giubbottini di merda che tu c'hai?
Invece no. Invece si sorridono, si stringono la mano, si baciano. E poi danno la colpa a Uichilics.
Ci risiamo. E' di nuovo Natale. Vabbè, non ancora, ma insomma.
Io quest'anno a Natale sono al lavoro. Turno 14-22. Che uno potrebbe pensare: poveraccio. E non avrebbe torto, in effetti. Ma mica per il fatto che il giorno di Natale lavoro. Avrebbe ragione perchè per vivere are forced to work, which is different.
Put it this way: Christmas lasts twenty-four hours like any other day, right? So I'd be very happy to work every Christmas and stay home the other 364 days. Paid, of course. By the thirteenth, fourteenth, increases at night and everything. Like now, in short, otherwise it is? Mica I can go to get worse.
mica What then people know you go to work on Christmas Day. People see you out at about one and a quarter and thinks you're going to lunch with the family. What do you know, people. And then if they ask you something, you just lie. Micah must tell the truth to power.
-Lunch with the family, eh?
-Yeah.
-Many of you?
-Twelve. The shots
a random number, in fact. Then back in the evening, about eleven o'clock, and if they see you and ask: lunch went well? you tell him: fine, thanks. I ate like a wolf. And maybe add some special Christmas: yes, but these days are really stressful. There is nothing to eat and then the bingo and the merchant at the fair. You get to that evening we are exhausted. that people like to hear these things. It reassures the people, if you say that you played bingo, you know? People need security. If you say that Christmas work, it destabilizes, their certainties crumble, you configure a future full of unknowns.
mica And I want people to be concerned.
God forbid.
The cat Max is a beautiful wild gattazzo practically live on the holding where I work. We bought him the dry food and we feed, even though he is not no way to approach. Max the cat is just like you expect it to be a cat unfriendly, opportunist, little inclined to social relationships, especially with humans.
Occasionally, in summer, takes us inside the company just to see a lizard that is a badass cat and that if he decides to hunt, something manages to combine.
Once a man said: man, believed so clever and intelligent, is the only animal that has to work for a living. And seeing me and the cat Maximus, one can only agree with him. Massimo does not work and the cat eats, sleeps and catch lizards. With battlements still says the hole, but I think that sooner or later someone will catch.
Sometimes you're sitting behind him watching everything carefully combining, thinking that their rights must be deficient. Or rather, if I were a cat and saw a man watching a monitor, roll a couple of fuck off, press two buttons and writes on a piece, I think. Indeed, if we I speak for a moment, think so still, even without a cat.
There is one thing to say about the cat Max: Max the cat is female. Only that we realized when it was already called Massimo. So that
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I noticed that the world, people in general, is always very tolerant and sympathetic to the rich and famous. The fact that I noticed from Tiziano Ferro and Ricky Martin have decided to live their sexuality in front of the world, without hypocrisy, "while the baker in my house is" queer. "
will understand that even if in fact changes little, is not exactly the same thing. At least for those listen, I mean.
In my opinion, should decide once and for all, or even the baker in my house "live their sexuality in front of the world without hypocrisy", or Tiziano Ferro and Ricky Martin are "fags".
But not for anything else. Do you understand? Well, I mean.
If I were Ricky Martin, I'll say to the journalist.
-Hello Mr. RickyMartinEvaso, I say, since he started to live their sexuality in front of the world without hypocrisy, how it changed his life?
No, look, be patient. I'm a fag.
-What? But no, do not say so, Mr. RickyMartinEvaso. You will see that everything can be fixed.
-adjusts But what? There is nothing to be fixed. I'm just a fag. Indeed, in this respect: it lowers your pants, please.
-Excuse me?
-Si lower the pants, please. I do not know maybe, we see gays as a man, our primal instinct tells us to do it?
- But there are cameras, I'm sorry.
-Do not worry. I am famous and a millionaire. No one will say anything. And indeed, everyone will see that she finally live their sexuality in front of the world without hypocrisy.
-Beh, messa così devo dire che ha il suo perchè.
-Esatto. Iniziamo?
-Ha preferenze particolari?
-Si cosparga di olio di semi di girasole.
-L'ho sempre amata.
-Lo so. Tutti mi amano.
-Dopo me la fa la dedica sul cd?
-Originale o masterizzato?
-Originale.
-Allora gliela faccio.
E vissero felici e contenti.
Ho letto da qualche parte that the government (mica are angry if I write it lowercase, right? But not for anything else, you know, is that boh, I write it lowercase) is considering a law on repatriation of foreign surprises all those young ladies to pursue the oldest craft world. That I, who have a naive I asked the carpenter? But what carpenter - said Marcello -whore. And what do I know. I knew that Joseph was a carpenter and I doubt that anyone before him worked. So.
Indeed it seemed strange to me that they wanted to put away who was a carpenter. Since then, more reading, it said that in the meantime you are planning to produce the reception centers for these young ladies surprises to exercise. Marcellus said sti centers and where they are? In a villa in Arcore there is already one, I said, now that I know what job it was.
What I then I thought that after all, once you do that then the center reception, you can also leave the young ladies here, not to force them leave. I mean change the name and "welcome center" you do become a "house of tolerance". Then each time you send a doctor who makes visits, hygiene checks and all that stuff there. And you have removed the problem from the streets.
then oh well, there will be someone who complains, who say it is unseemly, it'll all end in hell, but I want to say no you give a shit about those who complain of pensions, wages, unemployment, mica'll be worrying about what they can say two old men dressed in strange ways?
Not to mention that then, among all the young ladies, perhaps lies the future minister of cultural heritage, or that of health. What
here mica take much to make a career, I think.
But I, that young people want to help them, I thought one thing. So: you feel a bit 'you need to do, or you young attractive girl on average and the average drawn to the wildest whores: spring school. Now, today and try to enter the world's richest clique of impunity. Did you hear? € 150 thousand seems to have taken the chick for some seratina some 'daring. Oh, 150 thousand is a nice take, you think? You know what you have to work before taking 150 thousand? Also if you can find him a job, of course.
What let's go, you want to be? Those are all more than seventy years, give them a pasticchina blue and ten minutes later you're done. If you then say well, there is that after taking the pasticchina, he is a cuddly and goodbye. Pockets and you walk away. Indeed, if he is the cuddly maybe even something extra pockets for your silence, which we have to say that he died of a heart attack while he was diligently engaged in their work. And if you think the truth is that those, except to go to whores, what else do they do?
And then wait, not stop there. So: you pocketed the 150 thousand plus extra for silence (20-30 thousand others worry) and you go. Then, you spend a few days and rubbing of your promises (mica scruples do you, right? Them if they do not, you want them to you?), Go to the drafting of any television broadcast (Matrix, Eastenders, D ' Urso, who picks up everything so much) and behind lavish compensation (other 50-70 thousand) drafts all showing the pictures (which you had the foresight to take with the phone). They will deny, to call it a conspiracy, so that they always do so, but you fregatene. So now you're famous, you will be call for television broadcasting, advertising and if you do, with enormous effort, learn to say two words in a row, there is that they make you do a film.
And we're still thinking? Even studies that are there because you have a question? Come on. So that then you graduate and if you say well, is taken in the studio to make some "training", a word that, in recent years that replaced the now obsolete "slavery" for two hundred euro per month, excluding travel, working fourteen hours a day. Spring spring, that you still have time to make a brilliant career.
that many, like my grandfather used to say: the mica Unne butter. The fingerprints of the one we have left.
In recent years many things have changed, both at the political, social, etc.. etc.. And among the many things that have changed, also changed the way we shop. Once there was only one way to buy something, we got dressed, you put your coat (if it was winter, of course), you climbed in the car and went to the store. Now, if you wish, you sit at your computer and buy a nuclear submarine from Russia on a site where, if you want, we can find the cream to corns. So how has it changed the way we buy, has changed the way we sell. Once again, there was a shop inside the store and there was the little man or little woman expecting rather unusual you to come and buy what you needed. Today they are you are trying to sell you something. Generally it's always things that are very favorable for you and that you can hardly refuse. Type new contracts for light, do not know how to halve prices, new contracts that allow you endless telephone conversations with the other side of the world at low prices and stuff. Only that the person making such sales should understand some things. For example, should understand that you can break my balls. For example, if I have just had a shower and I'm still wearing a bathrobe shaving, having to stop everything to go and open the door and find you want me to show me how to make a contract that is beneficial I will riparmiare unimaginable figures, you will understand maybe I can make a little change. Leave it like that then I am a person that difficult after all civil and sends you to hell just opened the door, but you know.
What then, they did not even apologize. I mean, a bell sounds and you are wearing an open robe and a face full of foam, you'll want at least say something like: ah, he was engaged. Excuse me, if anything, come back later. But no. Instead, not even for the stone. You open, bathrobe and face foam and these attacks hello. You now have the possibility of eliminating the fee Telecom and blablabla.
What I say to you but it seems normal, you're not fool others, engage in una discussione con uno in accappatoio e schiuma da barba in faccia? Cioè: tu sei in giacca e cravatta ed io sono in accappatoio e schiuma in faccia. Non ti fa sentire in imbarazzo questa cosa? Io se andassi a suonare un campanello e mi venisse ad aprire un tizio con i pantaloni abbassati ed un rotolo di carta igienica in mano non gli chiederei mai cosa ne pensa della situazione politica del Guatemala. Non glielo chiederei nemmeno se avesse i pantaloni tirati su, bada bene, ma se proprio dovessi, quantomeno aspetterei che fosse in ordine, ecco.
Dice: eh, ma loro mica lo possono sapere cosa sei a fare. Appunto: ragione di più per non suonare. Dice: eh, ma se non facessero così, non venderebbero niente. Tanto non vendono comunque, so why sfracassare balls in inopportune time?
says: eh, but are often university graduates who can not find work and how they can make do. Very true. But precisely because they are graduates, it is assumed that they have a functioning brain. And if you have a functioning brain, you would think that if it sounds a bell at nine o'clock in the morning, one inside the house even has two things to do. It already tells you that luxury in the house if he did not work at night, That if, by chance, had worked at night and you ring the bell at nine, and how if you go fuck yourself. It tells you fat if you do not already take a couple of sticks.
I was noticing a thing. You know the t9? The text input system found on many mobile phones? Well. T9 I think one of the greatest inventions of the twentieth century, as perhaps, the Coca-Cola and Nutella.
The t9 is beautiful. You start writing something and he already knows what you write. Sure, there are words that the T9 does not know. For example, does not know the word "hippopotamus." What you say: I understand, but you need to write a text message the word "hippopotamus"? Boh. Put that in Africa and I want to tell someone that there are hippos. I have to write without t9. I know, you can write and then the store, but has not even said that in the future I need yet. Suppose then walk away from Africa and not go back there again: mica is easy to find a hippo in Mugello, so to speak. And therefore I need the word "hippopotamus" stored?
And then there's a strange thing. The t9 is designed so that in case you take the piss. Let me explain:
if you want to write "ai", he writes, "us", if you want to write "us" he writes, "to". I do not know how this thing, but he always writes the other of the two words you need. A little 'as when you choose a line at the cash register: the line you choose is motionless for hours while the others are like trains. But Murphy comes into play here and what could be long. However often I get messages like: For you have been in this place? or: We'll wait public gardens.
Why people trust, you know? People mica check, he knows he has to do with a smart body and trusts. And he will not care.
So what's the moral of this story? I tell you:
the moral is that, first, expect the rain to stop to go and order dinner tonight and I'm shooting for this post for long and the second is that even those who feel smart, or not are entirely, or if they are, it just puts in the backside.
I have quite a few 'free time before going to sleep and since I have nothing pressing to do and it's cold outside, I decided to write a long post that speaks of Fiorentina. I know you will whisk you to the football, do not give a bean blessed me to write Fiorentina and, quite rightly, you're thinking of leaving at exactly this point, this post. But I, to convince you to stay, I say also that the post will talk about it, of Fiorentina, but not all. There will also be moving memories of my childhood, and finally, towards the end of the post, a morality that will allow you to question the true values \u200b\u200bof life. Well. If after all this premise, the post did not really want to read, do not think I have other ways to convince you, if you do not pay. But I will not. So.
Fiorentina is in last place. Bad to say, but so be it. Last in the standings. Did not happen for years and it deserves (?) An accurate reflection. Come here that I'll explain.
When you're small and you realize that football can somehow be of interest to you, there comes a certain point where you have to decide which team to cheer. It 's a choice that is often light-hearted, because small is very optimistic and believe that any team we will choose, will always be the best in the world. I decided to cheer for Fiorentina, for three reasons: the first reason was that I was born in Florence, and they will agree, is a good reason. The second reason was that in my family were all for Fiorentina and therefore thought-erroneously- che la Fiorentina fosse la migliore squadra al mondo, perchè mi dicevo: mica può essere possibile che tutti i miei parenti abbiano scelto una squadra di merda. Se hanno scelto la Fiorentina, un motivo ci sarà. Il motivo lo sto ancora cercando e buona parte dei miei parenti sono morti. Il terzo motivo è stato che se avessi tifato per qualunque altra squadra, mio babbo, mio nonno ed i miei zii, mi avrebbero fatto a pezzi con una motosega ed avrebbero mangiato i miei resti il giorno di Natale. Ti dirò che tifare per la Fiorentina negli anni settanta, non era tutto rose e fiori. Anzi. Io me li ricordo i lunedì mattina a scuola: venivi accerchiato dai compagni che avevano deciso di tifare una delle tre strisciate del nord che vincevano a Sunday and the other as well, and you were savagely taken for a ride. And what could you do? No, I say you could do when the day before the Ternana you had trimmed two pears?
Gnè Gnè Gnè Juve won twenty-six zero, Gnè Gnè Gnè thirty-six Milan have won one, Gnè Gnè Gnè forty-two Inter have won four. Fiorentina And what he did? Ha ha ha.
know? That could mean? He had taken two pears from Ternana. Then menavi. Or at least they try. You could not stay quiet and still, fuck. Those taking the piss out of the team of your city, the city where you were born (which, sti assholes, we were also born in Florence them) and you restavi zitto e fermo? E insomma, cazzo, bisogna essere uomini anche se si è bambini. E allora gli menavo. Anzi: spesso mi menavano. Capirai: facci te a cazzotti contro tre o quattro. Così, oltre alle due pere prese il giorno prima, prendevo pure le botte il giorno dopo. Un genio, direi. Allora tornavo a casa e chiedevo a mio nonno: s enti un po' nonno, ma com'è che la Fiorentina perde sempre? E lui diceva: e che vuol dire se perde? C'è chi vince e c'è chi perde. Ci sono bambini che sono più bravi di te a scuola. Allora noi che dovremmo fare, mandarti via di casa e prendere qualcuno più bravo? Noi si vuole bene a te comunque tu sia. Verrà il giorno che anche la Fiorentina vincerà e if not win, never mind. Someone else will win. What matters is the commitment and loyalty.
I on time, not too much I was satisfied with that explanation, then over time I think I understand. This is the culture of defeat. Wrap themselves in it as one of those handmade sweaters to warm up by his grandmother and his warmth.
Good. I would say that I am now I can post even close. I broke the balls to write me, I imagine that you (your goodness) you read it, is close to suicide.