Thursday, December 9, 2010

Can You Put Suave Lotion On Your Face





Dovendo ormai rinunciare al ruolo inconcludente ma confortevole della Dama di Siviglia (quella che tutti vogliono e nessuno si piglia) causa final eclipse of all would-be suitors, I could wear the clothes of a credible Perpetua, or Ganetua, as recommended by the sibyl Anastasia not long ago in a saga which has become legendary, and spread gossip about the various Beppe Suolavecchia and Anselmo Lunghignano that dot the my past.
But despite having the physique du r ô and the right age, are by no means the type. And these days I feel more like the Lady of Shalott, of which I enclose a slide opening. I mean, not that I have done my hair frisé or given to me is embroidery and all'agopittura; is that I feel I chiuso in una torre, e costretto a guardare il mondo solo attraverso uno specchio; e anch'io sento che se scendo dalla torre per seguire l'Amore che vorrei ci resterei secco, proprio come la Signora in questione. Curioso, perché almeno materialmente il mondo lo bazzico parecchio. Ad esempio, domattina si parte di nuovo per la Francia, e si inaugura la nuova Tournée 2010/2011: lo Sturm und Drang Tour . Si comincia in un bel posto, dove echeggiano ancora le gesta di Charles Martel, e dove le chiese sembrano fatte di marzapane come la casetta di Hansel e Gretel. E mi sollazzerò in un albergo da favola, che con un piccolo sforzo di fantasia potrebbe diventare un'animata reggia di Camelot in cui dimenticare, almeno for a while ', the sad tower of the Mirror. Among overflowing cups of mead and enormous fires roaring and wild boar on the spit could celebrate the fall of the evil Mau-Gouver , bass and old tyrant who dominates in the place where the lemon blossoms , and spend the decline of sweet ' years dying at the banquet and gifts for friends.
But it will only effect the spell of the magician Myrddin Emrys , who we call Merlin.
On my return, I know, Mau- Gouver is still on the throne, stronger and thirsty for revenge, and I fell I'll find myself in an impressive series of hardships, misfortunes, sorrows and troubles that will truce before the Holy Night.
And what may seem impossible to me and I'll see all the fuss from the usual mirror, on top of the tower.

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Kates Playground In Blue

And he's a good guy, and he is a good ragazzoooo!



"In many
I corresponded
has not remained so even
"

was not even so much especially my fault, as they are easy inebriate to light and other others without having the means and opportunity to continue to fuel the flames for a long time and the thrill, but also a bit 'to blame for life, generous and meetings in building removal. It is not was not much, but what remains, and those who remain, it's all in the first and finest in quality. As Marco , which continues to myself safe harbor, shoulder to cry on, when I feel Totò Peppino, Totò Peppino when I feel, and that continues to share with me the beautiful (her) and bad (mine) of our mutual lives with the innate elegance and light, the sweetness of ways, the disenchanted but affectionate look at life that distinguish it. As Marco
birthday today (Boh, I do not know how many more: thirty-four or thirty, I think, but as we all know age does not matter) do I have to congratulate him here.
I could repeat word for word As I wrote last year , as repetita iuvant in twelve months and that my situation is pretty much the same.
But no, I just open a bottle of the best in my basement, and do the party (who said so, my lady ...) to a person, who quietly has become one of the most important of my life.
(But do not let us to the beautiful wife of the celebrated, I would never become jealous!)

Sunday, December 5, 2010

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Kisses out of the ordinary



Those who imperiously demanded the energetic Aunt Tilde, when he came to us from Turin. He had not even raised the cap already shouting, " Knows how to kiss! "and leaned up to the height of our children, obliged by politeness to print at least a couple on the cheek withered, dusty powder.
The Kiss of the Spider Woman the Cat the Kiss of a dead and the kiss of Judas. The apostrophe pink kiss kiss and kiss , which is just a kiss . E Kiss me Kate, and Kiss me stupid, Kiss me Licia and . God forgive me, but Kiss me Licia the song again now, but when no one listens.
The Kiss by Hayez and the Perugina, I am always asked what we are both in the first, both in the second. The
Baiser de l'Hôtel de Ville of Doisneau. God forgive me-ri, but now I still dream of being in the place of the Parisian girl.
Ba-ba-tiny kiss on the bo-bo-mouth petite / tan-tan-give me lots of kisses in quantity / Lalah Lalah lalalla lala there!
And scented kisses that open Shir Hashirìm, Song Sublime:
" kiss me he kisses of his mouth,
since his caresses are better than wine.
Your perfume have a sweet smell;
your name is a fragrance that spreads .
stolen kisses, and those denied. Those with the language distributed by some enterprising classmates and hoes during the early eighth grade trip and those with Rifrullo that they now navigate hoes, extended a few years after the slow dancing in the shadows of discos province. Those who scròcchieno Lungotevere Gabriella Ferri.
And The Last Kiss and the first, that you never forget, and I do not forget the first at all because I gave my first and only girlfriend, and it filled me with infinite sadness and despair, but perhaps because she did not know how to kiss. And I'll never forget the first kiss with my first boyfriend, who kissed her hand very well, and it seemed to explode in a Big Bang all mine, and I thought that since I was destined to expand forever, you sometimes see a lemonade successful in what can be done. And the kisses
services, which use excessively to sign correspondence with people I love, and that seems to be an affectation fag ( Tesooooorooooo baciUooooooooo! ), but which are sincere, and I want to give in person, damn to kilometers.
And finally kisses behind my back, I'm a bit 'like the house of Scajola, these freschi freschi e del tutto inediti, almeno per me. In risposta ad una mia bonaria rimostranza, un tizio mi ha scritto: " Ma a te i baci li mando sempre, solo ke tu nn lo sai "
Indipendentemente dalla loro veridicità tutta da dimostrare, e dalle intenzioni che li muovono, questi sono baci che mi schiantano, si sappia.