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Venerdi` 13 ottobre 2006
Il Supremo Comandante Prachanda stamattina m’ha rubato l’acqua calda per la doccia. E` the third time this has happened. The solar panels are 12 rooms as well. . . Guests on large supernumerary, fifty. . . And the Supreme fa 'na Relassante Superdoccia dawn in a mythical and spacious 205. . . Relux room in the SouthWest of Planet Bhaktapur Nepal Hotel & Tips. . . Yam & Uttam & Francis, as stated in the brochure of the sponsor.

Wednesday and was here as the Home Minister, SERVING order guaranteed by the mates of the Pra and Babu `. Malearmati to the teeth. . . And what have white teeth. . . Magic of the jungle and guerrilla warfare between the green hills green, a walk between now broken skulls, the downward Renfusa Minelli between clusters.
It was here Wednesday, is much di Khrisna Prasad Sitaula.
Tende gialle tirate, ginger tea coi biscottini offerti da Nonna Papera in persona. . .Per un colloquio da manuale.
Baburam Bhattarai (La mente maoina), Prachanda (Il Supremo maoino) e l’Home Minister al di qua delle tende gialle.
Ciacolando di chissaquantecosenondette occhieggiavano la piccola minibiblioteca del Planet. . .Sara` stato per assonanza, si sono soffermati sul Libretto Rosso. . .quello di Travaglio. . .Regime.
Se lo passavano fra loro accompagnandolo a un librone di fotografie, tutte di poveri fra I piu` poveri del mondo. . .Tantissime scattate in Nepal.
Quando l’Home Minister se n’e` andato sorridendo e la Prachanda’s room accendeva allegra anche la musica in Relassante waiting for the grilled mutton with roast potatoes, I could not do a chin to compliment Mortimer, our sensitive bilbiotecario.

Yesterday, before talks in Kathmandu between all the leaders of seven parties and my guests Revolutionary, has been with us in little secret Mr. Kumar Nepal, Communist Party secretary Regular.
I was thinking five years ago, dreaming with Uttam, Uttam when he was still alive and we were digging the foundations. . . Here we Reunion room with books, Darts, Subbuteo and cable TV with RaiInternational even. . . And
Repensar 3 years ago when Uttam was still alive and we were visiting a hotel Nagarkot in the mountains. We showed her for Supersala conference, told us that a few years before they were `maoini leaders for future talks with the government and with the King. . Meanwhile, it was 96, were preparing to guerrilla warfare.
descended from Nagarkot plan in motion in 2003.
"Uttam Ohi ... Maybe the next come to us, I swear that if you close them all inside until you reach success ..." ... "Hehehe, we to enlarge the room ... and we put in place shooting darts ..."

Then life is yours. Sometimes, 04/04/2005, is moving out of the way ... Then you will
Representa with another dress. It breathes the soul. Two Rainbows `
Monday after SuperTemporale.
and the phone call from portavoce del Pra. Se ci prendete torniamo volentieri da Voi.. . Stavolta staremo una decina di giorni, forse di piu`. . .Se non avete problemi.


Allora approfitti degli istanti che ti sono concessi da quel Leader li`, CHE chiamano Supremo da ‘ste parti. E non gli chiedi niente.
Ridi e gli dici che non sarebbe cattiva idea cambiar nome. . .Se mi chiami il Tuo Partito Partito Democratico Del Popolo, io Rebattezzo “MaoMao” questo stupido hotel. . .
Lui ride e mi fa…”Voi in Italia avete il maggior numero di Partiti comunisti del mondo in uno stato solo…”
Risata. Stop. Serio. “Ma non sono comunisti”.

Mavala`….


E almost moves you, 'because you see them, too many young people, a year ago to fight in the jungle ("One thing is sure, we .... Now we're here... Out of the Valley Ktm not we'll NEVER "). . . Revedi The hell and all here now at 20:45 am (well fed) on the large terrace and revolving Barefoot in the runs with a lot of minitransistor ear and there's no mica or Scusameri Ciotti at 20:45 nepaline ... Is there
BBC Nepali, RadioLondra that does so much ... Sniff. . .

know who have suffered combined and all, read all about some of the face and the scars. And I'm
them is that they wash dishes, help in the kitchen, do not devastate the rooms even if they are supernumerary. . . They buy for us all the food and drink (water, tea, coffee, soft drinks). . . Pagano electricity, gas and all occupied rooms (11 ... mine, for which she is tiny, not `give it to him on ...).

It seems that we are an exception. Sara `because` the first contact with the guerrilla spokesman, me and you have not done anything but laugh ....
'The long march around the world. ... And I laughed ... and she surprised
. "Marx. Lenin. Mao Tse Tung "...
" D'Alema, Vetrone, Bertinotti ... "
" Who am I? "
" Communists today hehehe ... "
'You never been to Shanghai, maoina? "
And so arguing that ... She is a beautiful ride.

Dakshina is now very ill for a month in hospital. Perhaps cheering, maybe more.
Two children at home, parents of Bhaktapur good that they repudiated when she left home for the mountains. . . A guerrilla husband (retired).
She laughs that is beautiful.

talks outside the walls of Planet Reprogrammati are for Sunday. You breathe fresh air and I maoini here seem happy. The Supreme silent, continuing to fuck hot water, and eat like a man who has been hiding for so long. ... And in his sleeve, I smiled at every passing match.

Recambiatissimo.

Namaste `
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I met Francis on line, it was an evening in late August and he walked company in Sukur near the virtual palace, the summer residence of Real City Windows, in a magical corner of the magical Nepal.
Sukur was the first to come forward, growling and shaking his tail.
Excuse my dog \u200b\u200bis a true mastiff NEPALitano my Akan, bastard, but with good feet and very strong in the head!
Why Akan Sukur, what kind of name is that?
Here the kingdom of Nepal, says Kukur dog ... the dog is chiamaAkan Inter ... the stray dog \u200b\u200ba stray Inter fan in Kathmandu (cuckoo) could not be called Sukur: The Akan Sukur Kukur Can, is his name extended Inevitable ... ... Or not?
Nepal, Kukur Sukur, the Ku-Kur-Kan and strange that Francis is not only a memory, this evening of November to Ostia Lido .. . Why, what a surprise Carrrrramba, that Francis nepalitano emigrant charms of Asia ... Dear Readers of my four "Under Construction" ... ... And that Francis' QUIIIIIIIIII! And here you that you want to see it all together!
Francesco Novello Huckleberry Hound with the show!

How, when and why you jumped up with the idea of \u200b\u200bfleeing to Nepal?
I from Peru?
But! Oh well ... But you have to Starmie in A3 ...
Cos'è ? La battaglia navale ? Ci metto il sottomarino giallo in A3 !
Che scemo che sei...Dai, partiamo da questo Perù !
Correva l'anno 1988...
Avevo tre anni nell'ottantotto, si fa' lunga la tua storia !
Io invece avevo trent'anni, but then I started to lose it: Some people lose hair, who loses the bets, the loser bombs ... I'm the years, thirteen out of thirty!
How did it happen?
Want to know about Nepal or not? It 'happened but it's a secret ... The secret of success ...
return to Peru!
We start from Peru, non confondere le idee a me e ai Tuoi lettori...E non farmi perdere spazio che dobbiamo dire meno di seicento parole !
Parti dal Perù, da Lima...
E dal lama, che è quadrupede in Perù e bipede in Nepal; animale in america del sud, monaco in oriente e a doppio taglio alla Gilette...
Se la metti così...Lima è in America la capitale del Perù, a Roma giallorosso a midfielder and everywhere a means of escape ... Be serious ... At least a few lines, which otherwise preparing me impala!
Where were we? ... Hehehe, I know ... In Peru, nell'ottantotto. It 'been there my first meeting with the South, with the poorest people, with the true outcasts. E 'was born in Peru to be with my need for them to find out how to do it' to laugh and live happily even without having anything that seems important to us. Peru first, then in Bolivia, Algeria, India, Sri Lanka, Cuba and, finally, I learned that in Nepal where there is too much hundreds of poor people who rule the universe Famiglies traricche nourish and sustain all types didittatura because every dictatorship over the poor is functional progressodel world Berlusconi said "Civil" ...
Any removal of water, electricity, school, bread, game, liberty favors maintaining the status quo (here and here and here and there) ... and the maintenance of the current state of the world is good only to industries of gunsmiths, to billionari white or blacks, all of us that we have more ... Think of a universal referendumone ... You want to stop 20% of the world for a century and give way to another 80% have all the necessary until you get to share everything and restart all from the same point? ... Well ... Eighty per cent which is below answered yes!
This referendum not to be done ... TROOOOOPPPO democratic, hehehe ...
not worry, you will not ... But ... I chose to stay there, in Nepal, where everyone would answer yes ... where all have no voice, such as children of Afghanistan, Rwanda, Philippines, Lazio ... hehehe ...
Lazio Do not touch me ... it ran out of time and space! The next interview will focus only on Nepal ... Starting from Kathmandu, but ...
Promised, I would like. In a few days I will send you an explanatory video on the wonders of Nepal, especially for work in progress ... But what course?
course of studies, course Mario Corso Vittorio Emanuele or the left foot of God, that Inter famous for punishment ... a dead leaf?

I left Frank who spoke on the moon to Ostia Lido. We will meet again in a month, ending the interview.
Meet in telepathically to this time, before the winter residence of the King ..
Gooooooool! My Kukur Sukur, on loan to Mr. Sacks, he returned to the royal palace giocare.Dal nepalino at the Teatro Regio di Parma, all the way on all fours. Last night's debut on the grass of Tardini, now it's still there ... which makes the holidays-wags his tail wagging, my mastiff NEPALitano scorer! Hey Luna, I am here to speak to you day and night for two months, Lido Zacco am on the Host, waiting for Godot Andrea ... that said, who knows why ... I've even seen it snow, Lazio win, Mullah Omar go ... But .. Where's my co-editor Interviewer? No pay, and left to myself, I feel so much a non-EU without a visa interview. Tomorrow I will come to Bhaktapur, in my kingdom, to speak to another side of the moon and other stelle.Domani.Mi involo.Pensare that you could see me in August 2001 in Kathmandu, my dear Romanina moon, leaning on a map geography of the world to find the best way to bring my rickety minibus from Milan to Nepal.Lontano (where?). A .. Then pulled up in Istanbul to Cappadocia, Kurdistan, across Iran, Pakistan, India and the arrival of ... ... After nearly 10000km in Bhaktapur, but a war led to another and a better way to say no more. Boundaries on maps are electrified walls in the actual state of things, things are mud houses thrown down from heaven in the form of a 'jet plane ... I had not planned to go from Afghanistan, my dear moon East . Come on, do not be stupid. You Are. It remains there, hidden if you want, but continues to shine. Nutt will is, I addapassà ...? I involo.Domani.Sulla left wing, the one where there is no one. From the time of Christ and Che. And Andreas Bhreme, if it comes back INTERnazionale.Tornerò right from Nepal to celebrate the Scudetto in Rome against the Laz ...
Ohi, nun laLazio touch me!
Zacco Where are you? I am two months that await you!
are quiiiiiiiiiiiiii on Lunaaaaaaaaaa! E 'for a month that I have to hear that you wander. Let's go, talk to Kathmandu!
'm sorry but ... How did you end up there? It seems unlikely ...
You know MOSE '1, the space rocket designed by 'ITIS Galilei? I should have run in
f ine in December, he rebelled and threw me the first Him And here I am on satellite DOC ...
I see, things happen ... but what's to come down, the ascensorespaziale? Come on, Hurry up and jump!
Only if you swear to me to tell me about NEPAL and what you do there!
I swear, for the children of Berlusca ...
not enough!
On Bin Laden's beard!
He has already cut ...
How do you know?
Well ... I found a pair of binoculars around, I'm better than a spy satellite ... But do not tell me otherwise strategists U.S. armored up here ...
Get that fly together in Nepal, we also bring the old Galileo and all its students. Let's start right away.
And we go beyond 's interview.
Okay, coming up ... In fact, going straight down Everest. There are eight thousand meters in less than a jump, and if you go on to do stupid, I see me in Nepal and he told me himself, Zacco! ...

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Monday, February 14, 2000

But lekhchhu.Pronuncialo Mo 'lekciu ^. With the fly that has settled on the U. Would you say "Now I read." It means "I write" ... In the language of this Paese.Così different and I unico.E scrivo.MO 'LEKHCHHU ... But one iota Kappa followed by a C and a double Acca together behind' else you can find only here. With a U finale.MU SCRUVU.Stanotte I dreamed of Simon, but without vederlo.Ricordo Rovinaccia one evening ... Well ... well ... It's called High Valtellina.Dentro the white Ford Transit. August 81. All the time talking only with the U. The conversation was hilarious effect on us so compelling that we are led from the morning to the sea of \u200b\u200bSardinia. Me and Simon, conosciutici the morning before. Friends for the EU 'was the bean to talk to Simon tonight. For now I still dream in Italian ... I was detto, prima di finire coinvolti in un tragico film di avventure, che Simone adesso vive in brianza e ha un Bambino che si chiama Jonathan.

Martedì 15 Febbraio 2000

Attenzione alla testa !La porta della casa dell’Architetto è stata studiata a misura di piccolo Uomo.Ci sediamo in Tre senza scarpe fra stuoie e cuscini dai colori tenui. Dominano il verde acqua chiara e un giallino sfumato tendente al bianco...Un po’ zucchero di Canna...Straraffinati.BOTH !E sopra c’è GANESH. Una faccia di bronzo d’Elefante, mezzo metro cubo appeso alla parete. Il dio dei commercianti usato come portafortuna. Lui, Ganesh, pare se ne fotta di tutto e di tutti, però si lascia pregare e pagare un po’ dovunque.Siamo lì in Tre sotto Ganesh.Con orecchie da Elefante ci ascolta. Noi si parla di affari...Ma Sogno. Lo disegno e lo scrivo.La sera Asiatica di un Martedì di Febbraio.C’è tanta musica in giro per la città, di tempio in tempietto.Nessun motore.EkhcciU’ ! Salute...Fa’ freddo.Io scrivo che sono anche felice.Stasera cantavo parole incomprensibili insieme a tutto lo Staff del Ristorante.Quattro tenori e un somaro.Sto imparando il presente indicativo:
Ma (pronuncia mo’) -chhu Io vado Ma jan-chhu (infinito janu)Tapai -chhau Tu vai Tapai jan-chhau etc.U -chha Hami -chhauTapaiharu -chhauUniharu -chha
E sto imparando a contare:
Ek, dui, tin ... Cian, pach, CIA ... Sat, acht, nou, dos ...! Everything as a starting another Bambino.Come Vita.Con my little head, always the same, on the same shoulder ... A little 'curves.
MERO NAM FRANCESCOHO ... The last O Aspirata.Solo a little lesson, stasera.Ed is already night. Other Dreams. MO 'SUTCHHU (sleep) ... MO' CITAUNCHHU (Dream).
Wednesday, February 16, 2000 A day in

terrazza.L 'architect designed, I wait in the sun without special aspettative.Lui works in an office in Kathmandu, twelve miles from here, from this Bhaktapur walking, playing flutes and drums me.Passa actress room to greet me, his pink silk sari is beautiful. He 's a very funny young secretary preceded by fast speech that left me a little ispirata.Sarà misterioso.Serata address because the boss wants to lay off poor Sudan and he asked for help in me.Li I was around three, Sudan-Yam- Atmaram, while he spoke tonight with an English couple in their sixties. I listened to all three delighted about my project and Bhaktapur. The English lady I did not take his eyes off her deep admiration and it was easy to read ... To think that all 'start had surprised them with a "Sorry for my imperfect English, on the other hand you probably do not know a single word of Italian ... " He laughed, and at the end incassato.Lei did not want to get up from my table. And yet by the stairs just could not get away. He looked at me and kept saying "... Francis ..." as if to pause in memory of a trip. "We were very fortunate to speak with you. We wish you all the best of luck! "

Thursday, February 17, 2000

Appearance 18. It is usually important for a number me.C 'is the problem of the tower. The road, in my opinion and the architect, runs a bit 'too close, and now or in the future, we should build another one reserved for pedestrians. The owner of a handkerchief land that would suit us none of it to sell, even to affittare.Il his piece of land worth a few rupees ... He wants to turn it into gold zecchino.Chi will never be the cat and the fox?
Today I enjoyed a marriage nepalino. And 'This is the stagione.Una beautiful brass band, flutes, cymbals, trumpets and drums. All dressed in red. They played two hours between the temples below sposi.E waiting for the bride and groom arrive on a rickety metal gray Indian TATA, with tinted windows and covered with strips of orange flowers. They arrive via van and immediately, their TATA.Preceduti red line and followed the procession: the children happy, elegant women, men in dark suits. Before reaching the destination in cross lungo e in largo tutta Bhaktapur. In questi giorni ci sono 2-3 cortei nuziali quotidiani. Passano tutti qui sotto.Io pensavo a Flavio e Valentina su una TATA FUCSIA, con la banda, tutti i colori dell’arcobaleno e riso con le lenticchie in giardino. Avevo gli occhi luccicanti e stupefatti.Oggi la banda e il corteo sono tornati qui alle sette; uomini, donne e Bambini molto più numerosi di otto ore prima.Altra musica e poi tutti a casa.E’ la BHAKTAPUR quasi invisibile dai turisti e dalle persone che hanno la sventura di alloggiare a Kathmandu.La MUSICA, qui, è il motore di tutto. Qui TUTTO è molto poco. Sembra proprio che a loro basti.Mi affaccio adesso alla finestra sulla via principale, all’ angolo con la piazza della Pagoda dai 5 piani.Sono eleven at sera.Musica in the distance, a beat with sticks on the ground, a ringing bell, men, manly-manly, walking arm in arm, women are rushing home, no motor giro.60000 inhabitants, Bhaktapur. 60 cars, and yes no.Qualche minitrattorino Chinese drag carts full of people and verdura.Tre days ago 'the sprightly grandmother Uttam has fallen from the cart on his way to a party and was bruised all over, he laughingly told my youngest partner, the future managers in our project. Uttam now must cook bath.Per from his grandfather who served as the window on a city mamma.Chiudo incantata.E who are the cat and the fox still do not know. After the night is
Sudan rimasto al suo posto di lavoro. Grazie ai miei consigli, mi ha detto.Non potevo perdere uno dei miei maestri nepalini. Tutti analfabeti al punto giusto.

Venerdì 18 Febbraio 2000

Stasera abbiamo incontrato il notaio. Lunedì prossimo l’Architetto finirà il primo progetto, dopo ci incontreremo anche con l’avvocato. Io, Uttam e i tre laureati.Intanto il padrone del terreno confinante non cede alle nostre lusinghe. “Non se ne parla nemmeno” ha detto in newari stretto stretto.Alle undici, ora del breakfast, ho chiacchierato con una ragazza marsigliese che gira il Nepal da un mese con il suo compagno.Parlavamo la stessa lingua di Bhaktapur e mi ha invitato a cenare in loro compagnia.Hanno un amico film-maker in Francia che vorrebbe trasferirsi a Changu Narayan.La cena è andata a monte perché alle sette è arrivato il notaio e alle 8 e mezza, massimo nove, tutta Bhaktapur chiude i commerci e le cucine.Restano aperti i portici dei templi.Ieri notte pensavo: io Qui posso scrivere, Flavio dipingere, la Vale danzare, Gaetano suonare e aprire un barber-shop, Cico progettare una rivoluzione e, nel frattempo, occupare il terreno del losco vicino, Mauro insegnare i cartoni animati ai Bambini, Giacomo fare o non fare e star bene, il Boretti aprire una succursale di “Gianni Teli e Tappeti”, la Rocca dirigere il lavoro in cucina...Un appartamento costa sulle 180000 lire al mese. Luce, cibo e acqua two people for about 260,000 pounds per month. About £ .440000 (four hundred and forty thousand) to be divided between two people to pay electricity and rent, eat, drink and feel good. I wonder if once founded a Company can then possibly become a part of other members, "Aliens." And how many ... It 's a matter of permission and Sogni.Il Mare? The Sea is close to Calcutta ... traghettone ANDAMANE.Ci are for the Tamil Nadu and Kerala. Sri Lanka and Bangladesh. Wanting to fly the Tailandia.Ci takes too long to go? Time here, and perhaps only here, is really no clock, and then ... Try to think of a Journey from Nepal to Andaman by bus and ferry, stepping in Nepal, a bit 'of INDIA and go CALCUTTA.Dove on vacation? Andamane.E to what it will take? Three settimane.Tre trend and go back three. It's time to be là.Lontani the realm of near ... They say the grass has more verde.Managgia ...

Saturday, February 19, 2000

novità.L There is a 'tree that covered the view of the valley was green tagliato.Quello behind it but there is still turned , mt.200x100 an area of \u200b\u200babout a hundred meters away from our ground on the hill, in a warehouse in the small brick and cement sfumacchiante "Far" about 300 metri.Volavo about the fog of Lombardy, on the border Emilia, near Piacenza. He expected the OK to land at Linate and turned round. Back in December from Nepal.Guardavo down, sitting next to a child who asked me if there was Gesù.Giù beyond the blue, in blue and below us in flight, there was a sea of \u200b\u200bsoft white, sticking only two red and white chimneys, including a cement (?) nostrano.Qui have sprung up, but not too far away, my two towers black, odorless at first sniff but today is a day of heavy cold and I'm not sure is niente.Vero who are rebuilding the bridge to the right of the temple, two hundred meters from the ground nearby, close to our nostro.Il ... With the best view bella della valle: energetica a nord con l’Himalaya e “L’albero della luce”, fortificante a nord-est con le montagnette di mattoni. A est, più in là, due pinnacoli di fumo. A sud Bhaktapur e la Vita che Le scorre dentro. A Occidente Kathmandu, gli aerei che arrivano e se ne vanno...e l’Italia..lontana un volo.E la nave va. Tra luci e tralicci.E, per edificare la nostra casa, di certo nessun problema per i mattoni. Per non dire delle cave di sabbia, profonde 30 metri, un miglio più su, sulla strada pedonale per Changu Narayan. In fondo omini che scavano e trasportano fuori cestoni ricolmi, con una cinta in testa e ben curvi sulla schiena.E’ un lavoro pagato bene, quattro volte il salario di un maestro elementare nelle scuole private. 8000 lire al giorno per andare su e giù con la sabbia.Dicevo... “Una scavatrice e un camioncino...”. Risposta: “Se metti una macchina gli otto di questa buca perdono il lavoro e quattro volte la paga di un cameriere in Guest-House, ma senza mance, vitto e alloggio.Dall’altra parte del traliccio, dei mattoni e dalla sabbia lontana -quasi come il Mare- l’orizzonte è spettacolo da est a nord. 270 gradi di bellezza. 360 se guardi più in alto, fra l’Himalaya e il cielo.A meno di un chilometro da qui, mirando a sud il sole del pomeriggio, puoi vedere i 5 piani della “Pagoda” in Taumadhi Tole, nel centro di Bhaktapur.Un quarto d’ora a piedi, al mio passo. L’inventore of slow motion in time campo.In reale.Un bit 'artefatta.Sono been five days on the Top Terrace, rocked by the wind and the sun stoned, reading the Kathmandu Post that I am given with breakfast or studiacchiando nepalino.
TAPALAI KASTO Chhai? How are you? MALA SONCHAI Chhai! I'm fine! MALA SONCHAI CHHAINA! I'm not well! The rest of the time I look
Bhaktapur walking plan, buy vegetables and suona.E all pass below at least once a giorno.Ogni walk, every dress, every laugh, every salad I see from my "Roof of the world" to my eyes and my senses to the flavor, color and scent of a mystery as old as bread.
PAUROTI pane.PANI is ... is the water.
Here, where a little 'everything is not the time to rovescia.E padrone.Il country of the Poor who smile. Because of the super-rich "fundamental." A nation that is small and simple as a mystery antico.Ma not know the recipe for the bread ... I miss michetta buono.E I can help meno.Riso lentils and for all! We celebrate the new bridge at the bottom face of the cement nero.In are only two pinnacles of smoke, less good on sfondo.La ship goes on, adagio.Anche if the Sea is a dream.

Sunday, February 20, 2000

NEPAL.Il Ten days near the close seems shady agrees to rent a piece of land (mt.10x4) will open where a pedestrian street, alternative to that for cars that go 10 meters from the tree of light. E 'Uttam calling him così.Mi said that in November, when we bought the land, the cement factory "Far" mt.300 was inactive (It works, apparently, four months per year) and the storage of bricks beyond venire.Solo from two months ago, 'the Chinese (?) masters of steam rented the expanse of land 100 meters from our hill, looking down and toward the sun when sorge.Anche the bedroom window faces the east of Dreams here in the guest-appearance House.La morning 10/11 to get out of bed. At about 8 / 9 I get up quickly, I turn on the water heater (I can not do in the evening because andrebbe in cortocircuito) e spalanco la finestra per lasciare entrare il sole che, raggio dopo raggio, riscalda questi 9 metri quadri di cameretta verde con tante piccole moschicine spiaccicate fra il pavimento e il soffitto.Un’ora di sole che scalda l’ambiente e poi Frenky, pian piano, esce fuori...Anche dentro.Malgrado il raffreddore incipiente e sto’ Architetto che non finisce mai di disegnare.Il bisogno più impellente, adesso, è quello di fare una lunga pipì.
MO’ PISAB GORCHHU Io faccio pipì.
Ecco fatto.C’è una strana allegria in fondo al cuore.Profonda, invisibile ma forse comunicabile fra le righe.Ieri, c’è scritto sul Kathmandu Post, i ribelli maoisti un po’ retro’ blew up 15 cops at once. A 800 km from qui.Incombe a crisis of government because some want to shoot on sight those who want peace and Maoist Maoist killed difficile.Ogni are born stronger than 10 ... So you whisper in giro.I rebels do not accept to participate in elections even if they could count on 15-20% of votes, added to the 35/40% of the common good, would give a sure victory. In 1996 the "subversives" have declared war against the Maoist youth "Democracy" (we celebrate 10 years in this period, the parliament of "Democrats") and here we do not know that fish pigliare.E squabble, without ever forgetting that corruption is part integral of each governante.Rubacchiano to straight and left-handed, he can write the Kathmandu Post. At the beginning of 10 years, so called, Libertà.E You think that someone a nice rivorrebbe RE Reali.Può happen with all powers. Even Me.Fra red ones and the trees of India and luce.ASIA.Fra Cina.C 'is a country that looks like a dwarf among giants, but is more than half of Italy and has a small ventitremilioni abitanti.In this country There is a town called Bhaktapur is called Bhadgaon. Here today, from morning to night, hundreds of children have played merry and happy to be chasing the streets of two masks do not know what dio.Ho everything from the terrace below, until the evening. All whistling; children, in droves, approached the man in disguise and pretend to want to fish, they suddenly turn and runs after them, running away to dozens in a chorus of squeaks and risate.Da morning sera.E 'the season for this game. There are more than 70 days Bhaktapur.Ogni squares in a different location. For Children giocano.Sono happy that more than six thousand Tots Free to Bhaktapur. 60 automobili.Questi the Children are the lucky owners of the city. They are well aware of and play everywhere, even now I hear them laughing, bright, a song from another. At eleven pm on a Sunday Febbraio.Quando of any changes that scena.Donne piangono.Un small procession of women walking two abreast and cry straziate.Sono past now, I've seen the harrowing finestra.Urla resembling bleating of sheep to the slaughter, like me I guess. The pecore.E conto.Ho now the desire to sleep.
MO 'SUTCHHU SUBBHARATRI .... ... Good night ...
Although there where you are now beginning the 90th minute on a ^. And what did the Inter not yet so.Ma I can help it.

Monday, February 21, 2000

We won 3-1 to beat the cousins \u200b\u200bPiacenza.I Lazio.La Juve has conquered Venice and sail at the head of classifica.ULTIME news from Italy. I could not help but ask. Speaking with Flavio and the miei.Flavio dipinto.Sara has ended, 14 months and still going strong, is at her grandparents 'house with a little' of febbre.Chiede asylum here and there, small frugoletta.Fra two days will return to the "Nest." Dad and Mom lives in Bhaktapur lavorano.Qui small Mina.Ha five years ago and wanted to teach me how to count to one hundred in English, writing the numbers. Arrived at 99, and it was a long thing, exploded with laughter out loud: "FIVEHUNDRED" and launched the book in aria.Mi had deceived his hundred ... since then we say goodbye this way: "FIVEHUNDRED! !! "that night I stared face and smile of her father, who is also father of Uttam, while admiring its Mina listens to count to one hundred, he who does not know English. But it can build case.Degli altri.Forse, for the first time, a house will also sua.So that he is happy. He stopped drinking and smoking only a few cigarettes, which are not read to him Marlboro.Troppo

Tuesday, February 22, 2000

We are back to review the terreno.Volevo check, after the surprise, the ' actual and potential negative impact of the brick factory, which is not Chinese but owned nepalina.Cattivo smell zero, although in the presence of wind in our face terra.Sembrano The men who play with Lego bricks stacked in neat piles, one meter high There is little or più.Non rumore.Si feel the wind and even the sole.Il deposit is vast, covering an area equal to S.Siro.Sogno a future transformation of the bricks in balloons, in fact I look at today's slow job , methodical and hard workers nepalini.Il smoke, farther, is in two colors. Grey and White. They say it is not harmful and disappears from view about 20 meters above the small chimneys. Two wires fumo.Ce none other in the valley. There is a bit 'of Lavoro.I bricks are baked with the regular bread distant enough from our point of view on the hill, carried on the old carts are made to dry in the sun on the soccer field of my Sogni.Un seasonal work , before Monsone.I Lego bricks, arranged in a mo 'small fortifications, are white, well you sing with ocher-colored earth. Around are meadows, hills and Himalaya.Con the first rains everything will become green and brick-case.E Guest Home.Dove a terrace with 360 degree views of the valley, Bhaktapur and the mountains will give guest workers the freedom to observe and brick or anywhere else to turn and look at the new ponte.E pensiero.Si works hard there is a wedding after another. Those are the poorest of the bridal night. Of days it takes the band but it costs more than quattrocentomilalire.Quasi all marriages are agreed between the families of sposi.Capita often that "These Latest "you just know. And who have not touched yet, nor with a caress or a marriage bacetto.Celebrato individuals are still at home four days and four notti.Entrambi have time to think a bit 'up. Greetings! And boys!

Wednesday, February 23, 2000

nice having dinner with three professors of universities near New York.Parteciperanno Friday to a conference I do not know genere.Domani will go to the cinema, it often happens that the guests of Guest-House Mr.Nawal let themselves be attracted by my advice. "Caravan", a French director with Swiss francs. Meraviglioso.Quando appeared on the screen the lake shimmering turquoise blue and the young nepalini applauded loud and exclaimed "Oooohhh ...!!!...". I am moved by the applause at the lake and mountains. A few minutes of photographs mozzafiato.Per on the lake, the mountains, the trail, and faces the difficulty of Men and Yak, the danger of the sky and vitality also says the director, the mouth of Monaco Painter "This painting is beautiful because it is wonderful what I picture ... I will say the same Monaco, who became Head Caravan to give a hand to his people "I decided to leave the monastery because it faces 2 streets taught me to always choose the hardest ... ". I had the great fortune to see "Caravan" to "Yahya NEPAL CINEMA", the oldest hall in Kathmandu, in front of the Palazzo Reale.Centotrentaquattresimo day of programming, show noon, at 50 rupees a ticket, like a fine bag of grass Villaggi.Quasi sold out in the tunnel. Bans on smoking but pass on the screen three advertising of cigarettes diverse.Un CINEMA old oratory. Too often open their doors in the stalls and the light disturbs the vision. A film in controluce.Si Sherpa speaks the language, subtitles in inglese.Nessuno understands the "Sherpa", many want but few know how to read English fast enough to arrive on time at the end of sottotitoli.Alcuni not know leggere.Ne risulta un bellissimo film, sottotitolato in video e in audio, con le voci del pubblico del Jaia Nepal Cinema.Hanno “Recitato” tutto il film ad alta voce e poco sincronizzati fra di loro.In Italia, al PLINIUS di viale Abruzzi, li avrei strangolati tutti...Qui, a Kathmandu, è stato il più bel CINEMA che abbia mai vissuto.Al cospetto di un film grande e stracolmo di fatica.E gli applausi al lago turchino, quegli applausi non li potrò dimenticare MAI.“CARAVAN” è uno dei cinque candidati all’OSCAR come Miglior Film straniero. E’ la prima volta che il Nepal più nascosto ed autentico può arrivare alla ribalta dell’Occidente.Qui quasi tutti sperano in una clamorosa vittoria e sono corsi a vederlo in più di centomila, gente abituata a film indiani o nepalini fatti di azione, colori sgargianti, balli e duelli. Molti amano Bruce Lee.La stampa dà ampio risalto alla candidatura all’Oscar di questo gioiellino.In tanti sperano che porterà turismo, che farà venire voglia di NEPAL nel mondo.Anch’io, piccolo costruttore in erba di una piccola Guest-Home, auguro la miglior sorte a “CARAVAN”!!!“Joy&Joint Guest-Home”oppure“La Casa di Frenky”oppure...Sono in cerca del nome.“Joy&Joint” mi piace, è evocativo ed internazionale.“La Casa di Frenky”, forse, mi sta meglio addosso.Dovrei mixarli.FRAPPE’.La terza via...

Giovedì 24 Febbraio 2000

Magnifica la catena.Quella Himalayana.“Come si chiamano quelle cime là ?”“GANESH, primo-secondo-terzo. Maybe...”E che c’importa del nome !Guardalalà la catena che canta e che conta svariatissimi fans.Sette...Erano in sette a occupare la mia terrazza preferita, 3 piani più su della camera dei Sogni, nella Guest-House di Mr.Nawal.Questo pomeriggio alle 6, poco prima del tramonto. Quando il sole, una stella, l’Himalaya e Bhaktapur hanno dato il meglio di se stessi. Da applausi a scena aperta.Si replica. Da domani in avanti e indietro; ogni ricordo è un tramonto diverso...una fine...e una presenza...lontana.E adesso guardala la luna, non senti che canta anche lei ? Ha la voce dello Staff che, con Uttam, stasera ha cantato con me. Ci accompagnavano una chitarra, un flauto, bicchieri, un tavolo, mani e posate...per la gioia delle tre prof. U.S.A. reduci dalla noiosa convention.Prima di cantare avevo detto agli Amici dello Staff, sorridendo forte: “Se fra un anno saremo insieme a lavorare in un posto diverso sarà importante per Noi cantare quasi ogni sera. Se Noi sapremo divertirci insieme di sicuro gli Ospiti, quelli migliori, saranno contenti.Tanto contenti da ballare in giardino. Magari intorno al fuoco dove cuoceremo la polenta !“Welcome Sir...La polenta l’è cotta !!!”.Ma l’Architetto non è ancora pronto, bando ai Sogni e alle bande con la giacca rossa. Siamo ancora alla “Fase uno”, può portar sfiga pensare troppo in là.Al momento c’è solo il Racconto, quasi palpabile, di un Progetto da immaginare passo dopo passo, con una parola che tira l’altra. E tutte insieme chissà se condurranno a un inizio, a una continuazione e, Ganesh non voglia, magari a un finale col BOTTO...!Si va avanti così, day by day, e gli dei io vorrei si occupassero di altre aspettative, più necessarie di ogni mio bisogno.Tramontava lo spettacolo dei monti. Passava un minitrattorino con due braccia di ferro lunghe lunghe a mo’ di manubrio. Trainava un carretto stracolmo di Bambini, fiori e qualche donna variopinta.Saranno stati più forty in less than 2 square meters ... seduti.Ridenti most of the hills of the Himalayas more là.Quando here and I've seen them go on minitrattorino smoking and make his way among the people I felt so much tenderness and I were laughing eyes and sorriso.Ha rice strong even the Himalayas, I wonder if he escaped an avalanche ...

Friday, February 25, 2000 A trip to Kirtipur, on the University of Tribuvhan just outside Kathmandu.Trolley-Chinese Bus comfortable comfortable, £ .200 from Bhaktapur South Stadium centrale.Altre 60 pounds of bus from the stadium up to Kirtipur low . From here a staircase overlooking the valley leading to the original Kirtipur, Newari antica.Case who have 400 years to brick, old wood windows indescribable and beautiful enough to merit a "Stop" ... Today in Kirtipur we noticed a blonde girl, blue eyes. Brought home the water, quite quickly, dragging a bucket rosso.Sono in three, have told me, the little sisters imported daughters of a "Stop" prolonged, a dream, or perhaps ever, a fuga.L 'emotion I was up in the gloom, for the first time in Nepal, to see a girl in a sky blue infelice.Occhi sbagliato.Fuori spin. Stranger. Straniera.In a little world of ancient yellow smiling snouts that look, the little "Blue Eyes" and the two sisters, like little marzianine.Solo impression, personal. Certainly Children nepalini portano il secchio d’acqua rosso quasi allegro sulla testa; “Occhi azzurri” no, lei lo trascina e le pare una fatica assurda.Il mondo newari vecchio stile rispetta “Occhi azzurri”, ma la teme.“Non giocare con la biondina del vicino...”. E’ una difesa strenua di una cultura e di una tradizione. Quattrocento anni di insegnamenti da Nonno a nipote...E tutto è rimasto come allora. A Kirtipur vecchia.Dove ci sono tre Bambine bionde che non sanno perché sono capitate proprio lì.E si domandano dove siano mai finiti i giocattoli CONTEMPORANEI.

Sabato 26 Febbraio 2000

Nuvole. Dentro e in cielo.Dormo.

Sunday, February 27, 2000
Eighteen days spent in Bhaktapur.Sudan, Yam, Atmaram Umes danced for twenty minutes and a wild disco-dance nepalina in the restaurant when he arrived with a good Uttam notizia.Si continue dancing! Guest No part of this sera.A Frenky down a flight of stairs, go into your room 203 which is of Dreams, wearing a brown jacket and boots, with Uttam, toward a goal conosciuta.Anche by you that you look me in deferred . Attention to the head.! The door of the house was architect designed to measure three Uttam.Stiam sitting without shoes and there is always Ganesh ascoltare.Ad to listen to Pink Floyd. "Another Brick in the Wall "...: so we were welcomed, for magic funny coincidence, the designer of our casa.TIKCHHA '. OK Fine. Congratulations on musica.Devi only promise to follow the proceedings from the first brick to infinity. For the rest you only choose the colors bianca.Voglio paper. And minitrattorino with a cart to carry the team colors up and down the lucky Ospiti.7 minutes on the tractor, 5 or 10 by bike and we were walking to the northern gate of Bhaktapur, five minutes walk from Durbar Square and Taumadhi Tole. Two minutes bici.Il tractor will serve only as a shuttle, status and go back through the north door (Bus Park) south of the city's port without nome.Smanetto Home Guest-tune the radiolone China, Moscow's radio che disturba radio Londra.E’ Domenica sera. Porta nord. Porta sud.Cosa avrà fatto l’Inter ?

Lunedì 28 Febbraio 2000
Martedì 29 Febbraio 2000
Mercoledì 1 Marzo 2000
Giovedì 2 Marzo 2000

Il crampo dello scrittore.
Ci vuole “L’allegro Chirurgo”... Ricordi d’infanzia.Per dare energia alla penna e lasciarla correre e andare.A partire dall’ufficio del padrone del “Nostro” terreno per arrivare allo studio dell’avvocato.Lui, il padrone della terra, è uno spettacolo.Ridevamo, io e Uttam, ascoltandolo e guardandolo parlare, un occhio anche al cronometro. Ha pronunciato parole incomprensibili, velocissime e ininterrotte per 7 minuti e 40 secondi. Uttam ha tradotto “Anche lui ha avuto problemi con il vicino”. Poi l’owner ha ripreso il suo discorso. Uttam guardava il cronometro e sorrideva senza mai interrompere. Allo scoccare del nuovo tempo record, 10 minuti di suoni, gesti e rutti...Frenky e anche Francesco sono usciti a fumare una sigaretta perché non potevano più trattenere le risa.Surreale anche l’ufficio, tutto di cemento grezzo con un armadio di metallo verde soldato, una vecchia scrivania, l’orologio appeso alla finestra, la moglie del padrone in un angolo a sorridere, il tea coi biscotti d’annata, una pagina di giornale con la pubblicità della KUKURY CUP di calcio come unico decoro della stanza...a parte me.La mia funzione è solo decorativa, spesso poco intonata.Però mi diverto.Lui parla all’infinito, Uttam traduce una riga, io rido e mi vedo dentro un film allegro di Bunuel. O Bonuel. Chissà ?Stiamo in ufficio da mezzogiorno alle due. Ritorniamo ridendo alla terrazza della Guest-House, sopra Taumadhi Tole, in faccia alla Pagoda dai 5 piani.Una San Miguel beer in attesa degli eventi.Sta per piovere. Chiama l’owner. Sono le quattro e mezza.Si va tutti a Kathmandu dall’avvocato per cercare di ottenere alla svelta i permessi e il mio “Business Visa”...Business Man, ma mi faccia il piacere...Business Man...Con quella faccia...C’è un po’ di Totò in sto’ Bunuel film. O Bonuel. Who knows ... It's raining. After 22 days that are qui.Viaggiamo by taxi: I, Uttam and his father, in front of us in the motorcycle owner and gentle lady. He full-face helmet, white, green, multicolored scarf and her legs on the one hand, as was a volta.Piove stronger. We queued to a vacca.Penso in Cuba, near Santiago de Cuba ... The East. May 1995.Nulla to eat in town. Let's sanctero house, I called him stregone.Con Maykell we sit in front of the "Sanctuary" waiting for a food that may come. It 's all as a mix between Lourdes and Africa Africa.Ricordo ... Now I can think of sanctero the words: "You will find luck and happiness, but not here You will need to dig in Cuba là dove passeggerà una mucca e troverai il tuo tesoro...”. Ci penso con un brivido, cinque anni dopo e in un altro continente: “Avrai a che fare con leggi e avvocati...”...Continuò lo stregone...Ci penso e ripenso quando varco la soglia dell’ufficio del PRIMO AVVOCATO DELLA MIA VITA.Non è possibile...E’ proprio Lui !!!Massimo , il portiere coi baffi dell’Hard-Core Football Club Milano, si è scurito un po’ la pelle ed è diventato avvocato a Kathmandu. Il mio avvocato.E’ LUI. Però parliamo inglese. E non è la stessa cosa.Dice che bisogna contattare vari ministeri, un notaio, ungere qualche impiegato, pagare due o tre tasse, la parcella sua e del notaio e poi...in meno 5 weeks, we will have our Company, with its beautiful capital and nome.IL NAME .... Joy's Home & Joint Frenki Francesco's Dream Happy Dream Home Guest-Hotel Internazionale Milano (Inter Col lawn)

Friday 3 March 2000

JOY & COMPANY INTERNATIONAL JOINT ADVENTURE (J & J ACI)
So, suddenly, in front of three lawyers, the owner's father, Uttam, the wife of the Owner, Uttam and non identificato.E 'only the name of COMPANY.JOY & JOINT. Good luck? In less than a month I should have permission and visto.Fine league and European Cup final in Milan. INTERNATIONAL FC

Saturday, March 4, 2000

say open the doors in August 2001. Odyssey in space and in a different time. Other than that? Today we celebrate SHIVA.Bhaktapur at six in the afternoon and turned off the lights more than a thousand falò.Cena and evening candlelight candela.Fra 7 and 9 in the terrace, watching the city from ' alto.Acre smell of wood smoke, no electric light in the sky full of stars, hundreds of fires ... Smoke ... The outline of the temples and old houses ... Dozens of shadows that walk in darkness between red clouds. .. From the terrace of the show, the mystery is not easy to tell, suspended between hell and the star-'frightening the scene below me, it's scary that there sopra.Ombre the sky, fires, poor people, stars. In honor of Shiva.C 'is a lot of magic around this sera.Si smoking, drinking and playing in every corner where there is a tempio.Questa night I dream, just for a hundred minutes, tomorrow's derby . Fantasista.Due Two goals of zero for us. Internazionale.Sto listening to the CD "Buddhist Chants & Peace Music," the bestselling qui.Lo can listen to almost anywhere in the distance walking in the center of Bhaktapur.Chissà not RobyBaggio luck in the Prince ... if Fantasista 'coach will give his benestare.Continua ...???...

July 4, 2005

have passed five years and four months from March 4 ...... 2000 ... The Piccolo Hotel is called Planet Bhaktapur, a parody of Planet Hollywood to take ... a bit 'all with sorriso.Tre and a half years to build, officially opened on November 18, 2003. A partner in the most since 2002, is called Yam and was a waiter in the Guest-House where he was staying and wrote in 2000. Six sisters and two brothers ... another partner without rupees. Person meravigliosa.Il 4 March 2005 Uttam gone. Quickly. Against a pole with the bike. And leave us alone, just after waking up at the sight of our dream ... of the first travelers to move from when noi.Proprio Paola told me maybe we could work together. Uttam now helps us from Heaven, by Paola makes its Terrestre.Il dream is always the same. Tourists "good" care as "Friends" in the hope that someone here and there, to return home to take a family nepalina distance ... without intermediaries. What they need me aa all staff members and friends (they all come from the guest-house where alloggiai in 2000) is to break even at the end of each month. What a hard task, of 'sti times in Nepal.Noi we will give it all, with our limitations to give us energia.Io I will be present, almost always, Planet Bhaktapur. In Milan I had to rent my Sweaters to get like that in the Kathmandu valley ... I miss Mister X Mancini ... Available to all those who are willing to find. I have a dream "Fine People" ... and I promise, even to myself, a Planet sorrisi.Dentro a valley to discover and live at a slow pace. Wonderfully.
Welcome to Planet Bhaktapur, Welcome to Nepal. Who knows that we will never win a peace, at least here.
Where there is a hidden treasure for all. Credere.Namaste to find o. .. ... with respect ... maximo Namaskar!
2000/2005

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The "Pagliari" Bring

First time


`Hey there, take a walk ... a domenicamattina in Milan, which is much "festa". Ti porto dentro una Fiat 500 rossa modello Superferrari con tanto di tettuccio nero decapottabile, se c'e` nebbia ti alzi in piedi a mo` di piccola vedetta lombarda. Andrete un po avanti e indietro fra i corsi e nel tempo, e` una macchina anomala la sua. Dietro galleggia fra le borse il solito pallone che, in ogni periferia del mondo, rotondo tondo non lo trovi mai. Ce ne sono da cento kili, con gli spigoli...quelli che ma dove zacco hai lasciato l'ago, quelli che si perdono dopo un bel tiro al volo, quelli che non rimbalzano piu`. Ne trovi altri che sono cuciti a mano, con amore, dai bambini. Nelle periferie piu` lontani, con la i. Brillano i palloni d'oro e si progettano mongolfiere di platino, perfino. A volte capita che i palloni scoppino. He has always had at least one car. There is even now, I've already told you ... It's gone under the exchanges at your side, now that you're sitting behind you too. In front, driving, `There he ... The dark" Pagliari "said by friends" The goal of the ascetic "and the silly" The inventor of Supermoviola in the field. " At his side, the right of the father, there is the son ... He calls it `Cucu. More than half a century in two, in addition alll'eta `the ball, a strange egg-shaped object model sancte spiritu sancta de maradona ... That is the ball will not lose` Pagliari, has not ever lost. Never. And do not miss you.
BRM BRM BRM rombetto guys ... What are the seven and Pagliari has set in motion the machine. Go quiet Tu li` dietro e, se c'e` nebbia, alzati e metti fuori la testa.
“Ti ho mai raccontato di quella volta che l'arbitro Cornino non vide il piu` bel gol della mia Vita ?”
“Pensa a guidare, papi...Muoio di sonno, ogni domenica sto gol...Che palle”
“Ne ho fatto uno solo, annullato”
“Lo so, papi, lo so...La tua squadra di prima, la milanodabere e da fumarsela tutta, gli amici e che amici, il pallone, la solita nebbia...Azz...Attento al Tir che senno` col cavolo che ci arriviamo al campo Colombo, in via del Cardellino”
“E senza di noi i nostri sono capaci di vincere...Ohi...Oggi lo schema sin problema eh ? Tu parti come un razzo sulla fascia piu` free and I ... "
" Today I have to stay in port, the wife of "Pylons" gave him the ultimatum ... Still a flight at dawn on Sunday and the wedding ... Finittto ... "
"Your mother woke up wrong, this morning. Just uniforms to wash, not your servant, if I brought home the usual bag full of sweaters and socks will not never be denigrated more to do with the linesman ... menate lavanderina mom ... I have a washing machine, said "
" Poor mother, let's put on a nice laundry pocket so you do not dry us more! "

" The referee Cornino ran a dry cleaning unseemly spring from the parts of Baggio, the neighborhood that is almost more People's beloved champion ... Sleep ...? February 1989, our interaction was started to conquer the league records ... "
" And to win the championships record of the lost one after another ... "
" There are things that are said to your father, right?. .. Go to sleep! What's your name, passenger smiling? No matter, you know. Let sleep Cucu is, if you want, the game FC Hard-Core 1979 vs Derby Bresso, the eighteenth day of the championship ArciUisp 88/89, the story to you. Look, I go on ... eh "
" Look forward and says, porc ... Tir of the first ... Watch out! "
" The referee Cornino was called to direct the classic bad luck, zero to absolute zero ... Do not believe those who say that the zero to zero reflecting the perfection in football ... Gianni Brera, now that we all can see from pasionaria, knows .... During a Hard-Core vs Garabombo of 2000 is a lightning strikes in midfield. No damage to the absent, the teams will lie flat and long forms ... Brera appeared from behind the gate of heaven, with the gospel of football in his right hand and lightning in the left reserve ... Manco is the "Pillars" for a hair. And zero to zero was safe. It seemed to us a beautiful game, a major achievement. In the presence of Brera, as outraged anzicheno "
Poti poti poti,` pepper pepper pepper ``
"Cucu` Wake up, we have surpassed the "Pylons" ! ... Damn him ... It 's wife fled from once again ... The scream is heard from Piazza Napoli. And there are three marriages damaged by a passion for football, three in the whole squad ... Cucu `Wake up, now playing in the band!"
Pit pit Pipit
"Uei Pagliari, lowers the window ... He called the Mao says that the Cube, the chronic and Muto were intercepted by the flying pulotta! They want to bring them in, accuse them of injured football and plan new attacks on each type of scheme. They are not, we are in 9, including flag-wavers "
" Ten with "flaunting" ... "
" Nine, has run the Mao ` caught the fever ... He told me to tell you so `! ... I do a round of phone calls to the flight and I burn the charging cellulino"
(Historical memory, now that you're on this 500 travels in 2000, when the cellulini there was any summons in extremis and became an epic)
"I ridormo eh me, daddy. I do not play in eight! "
" are nine of us! "
" With you ... "
" Sleep between 33 minutes to arrive at the camp ... How are you `` behind them? "
" The referee Cornino where you left ...? Let's go get it, in February 1989 ... Watch out! Zacco, is the third volta che passiamo sotto allo stesso Tir !!!”
“Le due compagini al gran completo entrano in campo agli ordini, si fa per dire, del sig. Massimo Cornino da Baggio. 1989 e Campo Colombo, quello dove giocheremo anche oggi 2003 insieme a Cucu`. Il Terreno insidioso, appena meglio di quello del Meazza, consente alla grande di “dare la colpa al campo”…Una manna per noi brocconi della domenica mattina…Quel giocatore del Toro (memoria-nomi zero) che saggiamente scavo` la buchetta anti-rigore bianconero, dovrebbe venirsi a vedere il dischetto del campo Colombo…Con un pezzettino di gruviera sopra e la trappolina incorporata per rigoristi ingordi. Ma ci sono cose che in serie A non le hanno ancora imparate. Intanto, always in Colombo, the two teams are in full force upon any kind of hymn singing and the two captains exchanged compliments in the first midfield, already under the gaze of the poor off director appointed.
only the usual audience, but huge. Those who know him know who is the "Seraphim" ... Our legendary Supertifoso. 160 kilos of greed and a nice ball instead of the face, followed us everywhere, like we were the heart of his country. We followed the "Seraphim". They tell me that there is more. It seems to have reached his predecessor doc in heaven, that which followed the Italian national team everywhere with his suitcase of enthusiasm and good pasta good dreams. It seems to try everything, il nostro Arciangelo “Serafino”, anima rossonera… Alla stessa tavola di, Gianni Brera e Rececconi…Perche` il “Serafino” pianse disperato quando il Rececconi, mascherato da Platini per l’occasione, si prese un colpo in testa da un gioielliere qualsiasi.” (Nota dello scrivente, a margine: dopo aver dantescamente messo in paradiso il nostro “Serafino”, il crampo dello scrittore mi attanaglia da giorni…Pare che il “Serafino” goda di ottima salute terrena e in questo periodo vada alternando luridi gesti scaramantici a rituali di Supermagia rossonera che, duole constatarlo, hanno lesionato non poco il mio cerebro che, gia` lesso, ha perso anche una esse. Attento “Serafino” che se ne perdo un’altra divento un leone latino e ti mangio bonariamente, vivo oppure no).
“Pagliari, sento delle interferenze…Torna a centrocampo a fine anni ottanta per il calcio d’inizio dello storico incontro F.C. Hard-Core 1979 vs Derby Bresso… Sento il Cornino fischiare”
“Ti parlo al presente eh, ma stai attento…Siamo sempre nel 1989 quando…Fischia il Cornino e una bufera si abbatte immantinente sul rettangolo della sfiga. Tutti aprono il proprio ombrello, biancorossi gli ombrelli hardcoriani, bianchi e brutti quelli di quelli del Derby. Nero e sporco quello del signor Massimo Cornino da Baggio, il popolare quartiere con tanto di ospedale militare, tanto per gradire…I primi passed away three minutes straight. Only slim slam Mancini, our fin that does not fight, he hovers above the band and light problems, but can `ten meters up, the victim of an updraft and a giant umbrella that loaned him the" Seraphim ". No action of importance, one high-sounding curse, sin potertela report (it is covered by the confidentiality of investigations). Suddenly, a whistle, almost fourfold, and is not the sound of Comino. Uella ... damn ... is arrived Montalbano, astute commissioner dall'ArciAia left field to control the actions of the arbitrator worst in the world committed to conduct the worst game in history. "Via these umbrellas, now, close them off the field! "'I'm Zacco Montalbano ...'` Why, I make him, "I do not see that it's raining? The umbrella is suitable to the task ... and then the Lord has controlled Cornino Arciregolamento. Nothing obstat "Montalbano is adamant, and perhaps does not know Latin ... Ball two. Cornino going to dish out. The Dummy and "Hound" Caleppi facing snarling, every ball is essential in every match vs. Hard-Core. Bresso Derby. Cornino bowl. Splash. The usual puddle of glue, but only one is moving everywhere and is typical of the field of Colombo Via Del Goldfinch, shines even when playing the Hard-Core. Montalbano Cornino motions to go forward and goes, leaving us at the mercy of the unfortunate race director designated "
" Play Pagliari ... it is evening and it is only three minutes to come without actions of particular importance ... Watch out for the Tir ... What Zacco ago ... There buffers in reverse !?!??"
"Do not struggle waking Cucu`! From that of the 18 minutes we are at the camp, if I stop I do not have time to finish the story! "
" Papiii, what did you get papii minutes? After the first time? Your goals you have not already said? Watch out!! A banana peel on the strips! Freeeeeeeeenaaaaaa "
" Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii .... Frenattto !!! Gran macchinetta la nostra SuperFerrari 500 rossa !!!”
SBAMMETE, SBUM, SPIffff…Il TIR. Da dietro. Io sono voce fuori campo, adesso. Del Pagliari, di Cucu` e anche di Te che stavi seduto proprio li` dietro…E` rimasto solo il pallone, quello che il Pagliari non aveva perso mai, proprio mai. E che dicono sia morto con lui.
Finale tragico ??? Mavala`…L’incontro F.C. Hard-Core vs. Derby Bresso del Febbraio 1989, sospeso al terzo minuto dal commissario Montalbano per 22 ombrelli aperti in campo (+ uno 10 metri sopra la fascia) e apparentemente terminato un minuto dopo in una pozzanghera di colla luccicante…Riprendera` alla prossima puntata.
E, tranquillo…A mo` di “Serafino” anche il Pagliari, Cucu` e perfino Tu, passeggero del sedile di dietro…col cavolo che siete in Paradiso…





Secondo tempo


”Paglliari, dove zacco attacco lo spinterogeno, al tramvai ?!?”
“Papi, il clacson e‘ finito dentro al pallone, sotto il sedile di dietro che sta al posto del tettuccio decapottatato ! Tu pensa, una partita tutta clacsonata…Ogni tocco un potipoti del pallone che, se c’e‘ un gol, fa potipotipooool !!! Tu pensa…”
Lasciamo il Pagliari alle prese con la sua Superferrari rotta, con due t al posto delle esse. Con due t che sembrano croci, sans comic. Lesionata lei come lui, la 500 rotsa Superferrari. E Fiat.
Luci al campo Colombo, non son quelle di San Siro a due passi. Come ogni domenica mattina San Siro riposa sveglio e a fari chiusi; vive la sua attesa, ripassa un bel sogno. Inter/Ascoli e‘ li‘ pronta per Lui, sara‘ un 3 a 1 facile, ma il santo ancora non lo sa. Manco gli passa per la capoccia, al santo capoclassifica, di venire a dare un’occhiata a F.C. Hard-Core vs. Derby Bresso, qui dove e‘ appena passata la bufera, e comincia il temporale. Qui dove si gioca un calcio alla rovescia.
14 anni dopo, che e‘ adesso e abito un mondo a parte, mi capitano davanti in Tv immagini di calcio dritto: trattasi di prepartita, Italian Cup derby. Views and considered the pre-barrel race seems to be of paramount importance.
I run in '89, and always in February '. Here at Camp Columbus, where he played football. Calcium son of a lesser god, who is not named Piersilvio and do not like him one bit. (The goals of Rome, the twelfth minute, 14 years later)
The puddle of glue and follow step by step with a certain dose of obstinacy lost the arbitrator does not decide to Cornino riscodellare the ball. We are always in the third minute, from 33. Cornino forerunner of the Hill? The range over 'the long history of football he has not' done in Perugia? Take it away from the head, a spectator in the back of the step. And I'm sorry for all 'Sti 23 umbrellas. It 's the Montalbano told me to keep them, the body of the crime, you know ... Those dell'ArciAia Cornino want to make out. Oh, look what you do not lose anything if you do not see ... I drip all over the storm on your feet? Come on, do not be difficult. And enjoy that game is Massimo Cornino solved the problem of two-ball and the puddle of glue! Scodeller 'up, the dumb and the Hound Caleppi play to those who take it head first! At that moment Cornino overturns 'his hourglass, the hourglass and I'm done and' another thing that those dell'ArciAia, commisssario Montalbano field in the head just can not digest. It whispers sia un regalino di Sensi, vero e‘ che il Cornino ne va orgoglioso.
(Il palo di Chiesa, la palla si e‘ stampata li‘, parola di Cucchi e di radiorai2003, al quarantunesimo minuto del derby di coppa Italia).
Guardalo il Massimo Cornino. Eggia‘, gli ombrelli ti impediscono una corretta visuale…Te lo faccio vedere io. Guardalo li‘: clessidra nella sinistra, pallone nella destra, fischietto fra i denti e cartellini non ti dico dove -ma e‘ dove il Commissario Montalbano avrebbe voluto riporre tutti i 23 ombrelli, e tutti al terzo minuto- il signor Cornino proprio adesso scodella il pallone piu‘ in alto che puo‘. Il Muto e il ringhioso mastino Caleppi saltano. L’ambulanza dell’ospedale St. Charles, neighbor of San Siro, and is 'already' set in motion. Just a tremendous impact could cover the sound of his siren and the tremendous impact, this is not you expect the dear little blind viewer, not the case. The Hard-Core vs FC derby. Bresso Derby takes regularly, alas.
(Doubling of Rome, the second quarter of the time-to-air missile that of Emerson and 'printed words-of-Cucchi and under the crossbar and' finished in)
fourth minute to the field in Colombo because of the Goldfinch, a time and 168 months earlier. Other parties that cup of Baggio Italy here! The
Pagliari touches the ball first up, sbucciatina delightful exterior neck left (Pagliari has two heads) Cornino arbitrator to serve, just to make friends. Cornino dodges it and slides, the puddle of glue awaited him relentlessly. The jamming the whistle, the hourglass is fixed at an angle into the ground, only the cards are safe (Lazio shortens the half-hour, Flower from 14 meters).
play resumes in the fifth minute, an endless series of passes in midfield is the first stop. The Pagliari, coach on the field, shake, and do not ride more '. "It 's the derby boys, Derby Bresso! Bad, you want it bad! Renato pass it! Renato move! Renato band and 'all yours! Zacco Renato! Piccirillo get up from the bench, Renato Vaffa ... ... Piccirillo enter into you! "But Zacco Pagliari, how do you replace me in the fifth minute?!?"
"Mr. Cornino ... Change ... Go out and enter the 7 13. Renato seen how? Fighting boys, struggling with passion, not like Renato! "
" Pagliari Vaffa ... "" Mr Comino, please eject the neopanchinaro, bring out the red card and gave it to the figs in the nose, which they feel the smell ... Incredible Vaffan ... to me ... And after only five minutes of play! "
(85 minutes and more than 14 years' later, at the end of the recovery and 'finished the Rome derby ... and it' s over the second installment here from Colombo Golf of Way of the Goldfinch, the head of a irregular triangle with Baggio and San Siro).
Third fastest time, in deference to baloncesto!
"Mr. Pagliari ..." It is the Cornino speaking ... "I already expelled the disrespectful and apathetic Renato, only that I can not pull out the card from the not-so says` - on the back pocket. Mr. Pagliari, or you help me or suspend the race and go for another 25-30 minutes to take off the glue off, just in time for a nice shower and a slice of cake with the ... ... If he wants to promote "Why do
that face, man spectator of the step behind me and our umbrellas? Whistle is the wind and fly away `gruyere who was on the diskette e il dischetto ti e` finito in mezzo ai denti insieme alla trappola per rigoristi ingordi ? Non sono cose che capitano a tanti. E non sono partite che si vedono tutti i giorni, peccato tu abbia tutti questi ombrelli aperti davanti ! Detto per incisivo, sembra incredibile come il dischetto e la trappola tutta possano averti colpito fra i denti nonostante la lunghissima barriera che ti copre.
Hai visto o no che il Cornino e` tornato negli spogliatoi ? Si riprende fra una mezz’oretta di clessidra.
Se stai buono nel frattempo ti racconto della volta che il Pagliari ha deciso di appendere “Il Pagliari” al chiodo, dalla parte delle scarpette.
Tu dimenticati gli ombrelli: e` una mattinata di giugno, una mattinata talmente blu che Milan is seen a bit of blue. A green metallic green mini van with the hood wide open beautiful, model SuperSubaru free, you just move cautiously in search of the motorway. Docile docile follow him seven other small cars, of every shape and engine. Col Pagliari minibus traveling on her the balloons, the numbers, cards, the three jersey-shorts-socks in large dusting, music, and to occupy the middle row to avoid unbalancing the mezzuccio, the inevitable huge Serafino cheerful as Seraphim and all the Hard-Core know to be the start for the annual quadrangular tournament at the end of the season, the champions league in hardcoriana euphoric trip between the mountains and the lakes in the Val di Ledro, one where drinking, or not, the Pico Red! After I tell you WHAT the Pico Red and the green valley where it may also, if you're not good at geography applied to football. And if you do not want to "not" wine.
Slowly we come to Molina di Ledro, we have all the time ... so I guess that `Cornino will have his work cut out to become unstuck from retrotaschino Placards and, indeed, a match vs. Hard-Core. Bresso Derby as what is about to take hold and is well worth a spasmodic spaccadenti a floppy in your mouth. I would say that is the penalty you sigh. And then, come on, they're already 5 minutes you enjoyed `` Oh well ... Yes ... ... ... Take it with umbrellas Montalbano Commissioner Field, and now he's gone ' but something tells me that `will be back as soon as possible ...





Third time ... As a tribute to baloncesto ...

"Mr. Marcello Trapacchiiiiiiiiii. ... Is the voice of your editorial calling you!" "Who loves me ???"" Trapacchi` Come on, wake up! At work! "
Ahn, master's voice ... where Zacco I put Pagliari's adventure, if the will` mica eaten Gonzales insiemealriso ... Speedyspeedy ...
"Ohibo` Dear Editor, I am here between mice and topastri and is not a cartoon, to put it all 'old. Gonzales is a real guzzler nepalitano rice, rice that is eaten (+ or -) all (+ Or -) happy ... Every now and tomorrow, damn amatriciana ... Add to that two weeks I see the CNN satellite asiasats fig17 them `there is always Giorgino, along with Silvioli sometimes,,, B & B ... A bed and breakfast ... A war reporting after the other, then a funny Providence blew some bin laden (full barrel trad.letterale ... ... sigh ...) of its oil in New York and the focus is shifted briefly through the smoke, the dirt and black ... Sara 'mica was Ali Babba `O` once again?? (A secular thought and a prayer for the two oil workers sopraeccitata innocent victims of Providence) This B & B in parata, questi ed altri assassini del sorriso e di ogni sua reale e sincera possibilita`, fanno male al Trapacchi e coprono di malinconia ogni abbozzo di risata fra le righe.Quante volte, Giorgino, Tu o il tuo papa` o il tuo nonno, perfino, avete stretto la mano ai vari Aziz sparsi (da Voi) qua e la` per il mondo ? Un giorno Gheddafi e` il nemico numero uno, il giorno dopo e` il numero uno della Fiat…o della Juve…o della Superferrari, perfino…Un giorno si vendono ai vari dittatorelli da Voi prefabbricati le armi da Voi costruite (Giorgino, chi le fabbrica ha legalmente pagato miliardi di dollari la tua campagna elettorale -VIVA LA DEMOCRAXIA…eheheh- bisogna pur vendere le armi e le sostanze chimiche che si fabbricano…o no?) ... One day ... that day is a Aziz them any iraqueno is tomorrow calling on the Iranian Ziza and it is ... then ask or Al Aziz Bin Bin Izaz or Triune Bin Laden and maybe a Bim Bum Bam Saddam to destroy old weapons ... there are new ... maybe even to place in Africa, France innocent true? Algeria to Sierra Leone them `and` the kingdom of France. The small and tender fucilotti Belgium sells here in Nepal ... Why Wars around round round there are more of a seventy. And many peaces are dictatorial, and many are democraxie truffe.Un world sopraffatto.Bisognerebbe marching down the street every day ... you should change the road you walk and move, move my legs and brain, cross arms million profit only to produce profits in Arms ... what? For whom? Since when? Hey there ... `Ancient Rome History ... ... a whole string of Silvioli and Giorgini, from Caesar to Giuliolo Cesarone ... Cesarone Maldini, of course. Maldini What does it matter? Or not the Trapacchi? Jealousy and envy professionali.E association (criminal?) Cesarone Previti-I thought I did not, mind you! Of War History ... guerrotta Banda B & B, what it costs to recruit Turkey? A year ago, it tells us about the danger a Muslim? The Kurds in Turkey are eliminated more or less eliminated the Kurds Kurds in Iraq? And how many weapons it Iran? The missilotti Iranians to fly more or less centocinquanta kilometri ? E e e eheheh…
Ehehehe e si marcia, e si fermano treni carichi carichi di illegalita` armata legalizzata…Si fermano..? Mavala`…Se si fermano e` per mettersi in posa, poi ripartono carichi carichi di…Ripartono appena finito il TG dove in posa, piu` o meno consapevoli, ci finiamo anche Noi protestanti.Altri, fra questi nostri Noi, frattanto, collaborano a costruire I cannoni viaggiatori (Inter rail Pass ?) Operai. Fabbricano armi per uccidere. Complici. Fra Noi. Fra I tanti esempi di complici. Fra Noi. Allora…Dove metto la vite alla vivace minella valsella antivita ?O si cambia dalla base, o ci si rivoluziona dentro e li si smolla da soli tutti i fabbricanti d'angeli…Otherwise ogni marcia diventa marcetta e si fa inutile, suona fasulla.Quante Nike che ho visto passare, qui dalla parte povera dell'Asia che le produce, marcianti in favore dalla pace in Europa (+ di 70 guerre dimenticate altrove, per stare terra terra)Ogni possibilita` di vittoria, finita sotto ai piedi. Il significato profondo e maleodorante di una scarpa comoda.Se non si esce dalla loro logica……Loro chi ? Loro loro…quegli altri…Loro chi, Noi cosa ? Loro Noi ? Mavala`…Ma dai…”
“Ohibo` Trapacchi, non fare lo stronzo checce dai da pensa`… Rimetti in moto il Pagliari che c'e` in Te…FACCE RIDE !!! Stacca la colla al Cornino, prepara il pane a Serafino e ingrana la Quarta Mister episode ... where were we? "
Well, I recomposed ordunque ... ... It takes the right time. No, do not send inspectors prowling around here ... I saw Rex the dog with his favorite machine ... Why? There was enough Montalbano playing football with Pagliari? Cara editorial bagnatissimo spectator of the step behind the open umbrellas in front of you, the game is still a long ... though it has already been decisa.Dal usual error arbitration. I'm talking about Hard-Core vs FC. Bresso Derby in February 1989. Obviously.
AlZizouNeanche No ... did not play make-believe.


Trapacchi Mr. Marcello (with the collaboration of Candida Cannafo is so much SUPERvisione)…L’anno il 2003, nel febbraio dell’89…o Viceversa.

I Am 38 Weeks Pregnant And Have Black Stool



1977/1984



Si è costruito
un ponte di frasche
sui sogni
Non è cambiato
OGGI
Non cambierà
Stesse dita
stesse cose
da dire domani
E
dopo il buio
Luce
di chiaro di luna.





Non c'è bisogno
bisogno di parole
di sogno
per un pezzo di carta colorata
venduta per niente
a un viandante
per viale Ricasoli
senza ricordi
e allegrie
passate
come pomodori troppo rossi
agli occhi del poeta
fatto
a pezzi
in un disegno
di incubo raggiunto
nello status quo ante
dove funzionavano le mani
per dar retta al cervello.
Dov'è l'uscita ?
Due passi indietro
due avanti
giravolta
inchino
Clap.





Giunge e cammina piano
e non so il perchè
di un attimo diverso
che si ripete
e torna indietro
piano
come il sonno della luna.
Torna a casa
Fin che sei in Tempo
Ma è arrivato senza bussare
e ho detto basta ai sogni
basta alle parole
basta ai perchè
e ho detto
all'amore
che non credo ai sorrisi.
Torna a casa
Hai poco Tempo
E il morso di una vipera
fa male
come quello d'un cerbiatto
per non dire di cani e gatti
se credi
alle apparenze
di baci sul tuo sangue.
Torna a casa
Non c'è più tempo
Giunge e cammina piano
dove il Tempo non c'è più
dove la luna s'è svegliata
dove i sorrisi sanno di baci
dove ci sarò
io
e sarà casa
nostra.
Ma . . . Dove sono le chiavi ?






Qui
va tutto bene
Qui
il Catanzaro è in vantaggio
Qui
sta male mia suocera
Qui
muore un'aquila
Qui
nasce un bambino
Qui
vivono i carcerati
Qui
è saltato tutto
Qui
il pieno costa meno
Qui
un vecchio è solo
Qui
una donna piange
Qui
il Brescia ha raddoppiato
Qui
c'è un feto che puzza
Qui
si consiglia la cravatta
Qui
è sepolto Mussolini
Qui
è appena passato il tram
Qui
l'arbitro ha annullato
Qui
hanno sparato a un ladro
Qui
è caduto un albero
Qui
avevo perso l'orologio
Qui
il pubblico rumoreggia
Qui
I saw death in the face

Here the sea is calm here

snowing up here

Naples celebrates
Here
your phone is busy

You do not have to warm the bench
Here
a star fall
Here I
wrong emphasis.






Amsterdam are many colors and

crooked houses and dark alleys and piazza
bastard

salad leaves and cheese and local


made of beer and paranoia

The colors are splashes of light
channels to hide the mice
submerged
Snake charmer
of strangers
perhaps strange alien

certain
to shouting anti
rising from your walls. . .
. . . Storti. . . A parcel
hurt
a place where the stories

one another and intersect at the speed of the tram

that never stop and sweep away

packs of tourists
It 'really all transparent colors

colored washable paint
with a gust of wind
well settled here


I would leave you naked and vulnerable without the slip
colorful
finally clear. Fragile fragile

I get the feeling of joy of living

leaving
at first sight with her eyes half-closed


that would never open
Te
up in the morning.







The moon in the well is just a poem that
Alfredo

was studied by heart. Yesterday in the well



only a tablet and a life little girl talking to Nando

to slip

Via Angelo at the hands of a man who became

useless
On
Down On


Down Down On

S. . .
Down spring pulls the white

spring rolls
5 cm
Once
with death
Yesterday we played chess


playing tug of war until the end

And every End
è sempre una sconfitta
Ora c'è il fango
a chiuderti gli occhi
e non le mani
di tua Madre lontana
Lontana 30 metri
E vorresti un gelato alla frutta
e che arrivasse Mazinga
Ti hanno regalato fiabe a colori
ma non hanno dipinto
il tuo nero
Solo
in mezzo ai tuoi sogni
sei caduto
in una curiosità troppo curiosa
di Te
Troppo profonda
per sbatterla in faccia
a gente
che non può capire
e piange
la tua solitudine
e se ne innamora
impaurita
fino quasi a desiderarla.
L'ultimo sogno di tua Madre
è stato vederti scivolare
piano
nell'acqua
e poi
see you tick as a flower on the beach at Ostia Lido


And run run run to the Future
What you stole
god.






If the sky turns pink and the heart does not tremble more
can only be a dream

blue
twenty minutes into the brain and eyes
never so blind. Do not miss stop

friend
get off the white colored wire
before the white
pink sky


you will break the thread in the eye in the brain


in dreams and you break my heart. Why in heaven

there is a world of fog
sense to hide

only god who is afraid of you
of your oaths
your tears
truth of your discoveries

day after day

looking beyond the mirror

looking for a new flower
to keep in Life .






Hear me, hear me but smile back

Inconsistencies
hung a row of empty hands
,
open. As the picture


not be beyond the mirror and goes back

type
fist in the eye so

writing does not go beyond the thickness

and comes back as an object

lost.

But I'm sorry you had to clean the floor from

honey and perhaps


means that I love you.





Perhaps it is also unnecessary
beyond the moment of joy

run after the stars that fall down and back up faulty
Lighters
a flame, and every tear

for signs of cinema by the price
pay is too high.







crazy First time on the beach in Sardinia for two daisies
frame
born and dried in a scream.
now your hands are already several
and touch me without curiosity
Masturbazioni annoiate
del sesso e del pensiero.
Notte di stelle cadenti.
E io che volevo un bambino.





Bisogna cantare
quando manca la voce
Alzare gli occhi
spostare i capelli
e guardarti in faccia
mentre i pensieri si perdono
cercandone uno tuo
e i tuoi occhi restano chiusi
o guardano da un'altra parte.






In un angolo della Piazza
dormono in tre
senza sogni
in un luglio freddo inverno
per tre cuori affittati
alla Strada.
E' passata una donna di polvere
è rimasta un Isolato più in là
in cerca di gente
in cerca solo
di una solitudine diversa
dove ogni abbraccio è sempre una
sorpresa
e i cucchiaini sono vuoti di fragole al limone
senza zuccheri.
Solo i piccioni tubano ancora.


Pensando a un aquilone
e a un raduno di classe:
revival che guarda indietro
e finisce in allegria.
Finisce lì,
a ricordi consumati
Con un domani dimenticato.
Senza bisogno di sogni nuovi,
soltanto un incrocio di occhiate
forse inutile, forse bello
Come un aquilone
Avrei voluto esserci
ma non ho pronto il vestito.
Vi mando i miei baci.





mackerel sky dotted with stars thick dense


blue in small spaces and a full moon, strong, surrounded by clouds

It 's like an eye for an eye

blue night sky with a pupil of the moon.
Moonlight
between the blue and the sheep became
rainbow.
hues
as many faces indefinite

the edge of the brain.
A moon in a sky so well

in a night so maybe

is a gift of God





Force is a flower in a broken arm

in one eye in tears faded
of un Uomo.
Raggio laser di lacrime felici:
luce nella valle dello sparviero
pace nel cuore degli scoiattoli
E una primavera fatta di neve
in una notte a Milano
in una notte in novembre
in una notte di sole
sole solo
per un cuore magico.







Troppo Amore è
contare i minuti alla notte
e chiuderli in una poesia.
Sono momenti dal sorriso triste,

dalle due alle tre di notte.
Sono parole germogliate qua e là sui fogli
quando il cuore batteva più veloce
e spesso passava col rosso.


(frenky 77/83)






Adesso
Adesso è passato
altro Tempo
e lui è
un "Medico" della Casa di cura . . .
Extravagante fra le mura,

il "Medico" della Casa di cura.
Extravagante in città
Extravagante in cerca di una rima
e di maridimanidomani


(frenky84)





Zigzagare l'Aurelia di notte
un Lunedì chiamato dell'Angelo
La strada senza meta davanti
a fianco tutto quanto il Mare
Di là la terra di Liguria
Profumi di bosco e buio
Teschietti di bimbi sullo sfondo
Solo un folletto per sogno.
E ancora gli spettri
I bambini inghiottiti dal mare
I bambini del mondo
Angeli derelitti e piccini.
Allora fermo il motore
I piedi saldi a terra
Molto più in alto le stelle
e una cometa, bizzarra, pasquale.
E ancora cadaveri senza bandiera
Senza plateali resurrezioni
a colpi di din don
di campane stonate.
Lontano riluce una chiesa
dentro nascondono Gesù
Defilato e senza Voce
Prigioniero in un tabernacolo.
Sento la Pivetti che prega
"Signore, buttiamoli a mare".
Povero Cristo impotente . . .
Le sputerebbe il suo sangue in bocca . . . The forest imp

only he who can be subdued to the poem is talking skulls

but, listen,
is a sad tale.



(Frenky 96)

How Many Days Until Implantation Bleeding?



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