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Now

The Happening. "Now," the new album by Jovanotti, knocked out in one breath. 25 tracks 25 (of course we got the deluxe version) like a train with the ball in the room with speakers in my blood brother. It 's always difficult to express an opinion on first listen, but impressions so. Well, this album (except two or three tracks) rhythmic travels light up disco / dance dress with sauce and electronic texts as always sparkling and intense at the same time. In other words, my first impression is that this is the most beautiful album of music history, an explosive mix of classic sounds of the best tradition of hard trials and great effect. "The greatest show after the bing bang "once you enter in the head, while" When I'm old "and" Time "to be left behind a more introspective. The immediate effect of the beautiful" Megamix "and the passionate" Love me ", but others are certainly not less . To listen now!

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Guesch Patti - Etienne

I was a teenager when she came out this piece. biting and irreverent, as only teenagers get off the ground.'m starting this day (and this section of the blog) with this "Etienne".

Choice surprising, irreverent. I do not know Stephen and I have no personal dislike for a fine French and the French. Go Guesh Patti ... on fire this morning!

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Shortly before now

There is little to do. For me the release of a new album by Jovanotti is a thrilling event, that makes me stronger pulsing the blood in his veins and a foretaste of the taste of a good thing, as when you are there just a few inches from heaping tablespoon of your favorite dessert.

's so years. It 's a matter of personal and shared, as well as musical tastes.

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Zeppole night dance baby

Last night around midnight on the couch home. Lying and sleepy, I draw the attention of my wife, committed during breastfeeding of the second evening, with one of my rare non hypnagogic lighting.

"Love was thinking one thing. Perhaps it's that hissing, in short, the" s "and" z "to teach her Samu to you. You know to avoid the zeppole learn from me. "

" But how do you decide such a thing? He will listen to both talk, indeed already does. Mica can remain silent or worse in the coming years to talk about hidden from him. "

" Well no, actually. But I could commit myself to avoid pronouncing the letters, say, choosing words and phrases that do not contain ".

My wife at this point responds with that smile that I love, to understand when I'm in penetrating Everglades and that all he can do from here on it is waiting on the other side, enjoying the very most my clumsy attempts to get out of.

continues: "Of course it already with his name would be in trouble ... then I remember why we chose to call him Sam? Even Nicholas ... we liked it? ... Because we have not decided for Nicholas? ... Well, yes, but Samuel is another thing .... I could speak to him as "son ".... A bit 'from" heart book ", but not bad if you like .... call "son"?

My wife enjoyed it, looks at me a while to come back focused on the small.

"It seems a little impersonal and, of course, anachronistic. Anyway do not you caveresti anyway. Let's see, how to solve a sentence like Samuel you put a compass in your backpack? .

My wife wants to know when to get in trouble.

But I do not give up and say, "Easy! It takes? Eh, eh ... Well, let's see ... . Son in the folder you have placed the device to make you want? .

Applause!

satisfied as I was turning my wife on the couch trying to hold back the laughter not to wake Samu in the meantime has fallen asleep.

Like this thing of being parents.

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remember the Samu first months of life, our son, for a lot of funny anecdotes, but the ballet post-administration-of-Ranidil that my wife and I staged in front of the station did not think alike. Meanwhile, a few words about this
Ranidil. This is evident from the antacid syrup therapeutic properties and the equally undeniable taste of menthol-flavored grapefruit 100% acid with Calabrian chili taste of schnapps.
A poison.
But it is the only drug that has so far failed to tackle the small gastroesophageal reflux and then, with a great pain in my heart and a good dose of courage, about a month my wife and I put in place the tragicomic rite twice morning and evening, 20 ml each time. He cries
inevitably and hopelessly. But look a bit '.
The ballet as a way distracting from the terrible suffering of his taste buds, however, came only when the Santa Claus that plays and sings the blues has stopped working. The calming effect of Santa "hoochie coochie" Claus lasted the time of Christmas holidays and much to our regret we have stored in the attic along with the balls of the tree. Will have begun to find the song boring that I, with a little 'of melancholy, I find myself singing while I shower.
Anyway I had to find an alternative.
The alternative has arrived one morning a few days ago when, after giving him the terrible Ranidil (more pronounced the more I am convinced that his name was called as a monster enemy Grendizer), my wife had the brilliant idea of attack the ballet of "Staying Alive". Yes well, you know, what it's all about indexes plunge in opposite directions with central mixing hands as if to make the unpredictable selection of fingers in the next "Ah ah ah ah staying alive staying alive", but it always happens to the indexes. Well, despite the redundancy and predictability of gestures our son has suddenly stopped crying and I, to give a hand to my wife, I immediately coordinated with her in singing and dancing. There he was, John and Olivia de Noantri perfect as two idiots in front of an unlikely ballet with a baby on a three month old baby had not even enjoyed watching them at Disneyland.
But the system seems to be working and we face the moment of the syrup with a little more serenity.
To prevent our son gets used, resulting in loss of beneficial effect, we also added the Macarena and a piece of Asereje (those two or three gestures which recall). I last night I suggested to try with a bit 'of Lambada (just to make things fun for us) but my wife says that having to make some laps and then lose eye contact with Samu. And ... oh well!

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The Poets Do not

Section Amarcord. Another short story I wrote in 2004.

"Like a teenager who was expecting to come out to my stand on the furniture and see things from another perspective."

"But you did it for real?".

"Yes. See, it's more or less the same thing. I am posting out of context and physically look at it. Before I watched my private world, now I look at others. I try to capture the individual and then the whole mood, the affective tone of the context. I enjoy a lot, because many times then I'm wrong. I let myself be convinced by a feeling that at that moment it seems the predominant and consequently all subsequent interpretations are unpacked. But I do not care that much, I know this risk. What really interests me is to change perspective, things and people return to their truth more true: poetry. "

She looks at me sideways and from 'the grace sip of his pint. A group of friends sitting at a table not far from our bursts into laughter. He is left with a little 'foam on the upper lip. I pass a napkin. It can be cleaned. He shakes his head.

"You're too idealistic ... the world goes' elsewhere Mauri! Look around ... you think someone is making speeches at this time similar to ours or that you are making the poem? ".

I start to turn around, but mention only the movement contenting myself mentally to recognize the context of a pub crawling with people. I watch the drops oozing from his mouth quickly emptied. Place your elbows on the wood, I am reaching out for his half of the table and whispered vehemently

"You know what would come out from here ... a book of poems! But this is not the point. And do not think I'm an idealist, at least not too much. I'm just saying that there is something more beautiful and interesting people. "

A girl asks us if we can take away a bit 'of things from the table. Move your arms in front of our eyes slowly as to not wanting to disturb the conversation. We stop for easy operation even though it actually seems to increase his own, although mild discomfort. It 's very nice. He notices that I'm watching, smiling at me. Smiled a reply, but I feel the eyes of Claudius on the trunk and immediately our brief and intense love story.

"Well, yes this one is interesting ..." - pointing to the girl tells me that in the meantime has moved away.

smile.

"What do you mean, are we going?".

"Yes, yes, it's late."

As we head towards The case cast a glance at the people in the room. Many jokes, some toast. A couple is sitting silent and sad in a corner. The bartender prepares a cocktail with two friends in a leather jacket, look hard and cigarette in hand. Join a small group of friends, all full, there is no place. The table that we just left is too small for them.

My ex girlfriend "serves a beer to a man sitting alone.

return to the small line that separates us from the case and make eye contact with Claudio. I was watching. I smile in my heart. I wonder what poem I wrote on him.

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calculation

With the help of a friend I made up this old story of May 2004. It made me read it again sympathy and tenderness. I propose again.

John tries to play down with a few jokes of his, but not in the mood to listen to it.

Giovi Not now, press the foot on the accelerator and the fucking asshole that surpasses this here in a while or else I 'rip my kidney and I throw it out window.

But I will not tell.

but I find the strength to utter a thought a bit 'funny just before the packed bed at home between a moan and delusional idea: "Guys, do not know how women feel when they give birth but I feel as if I were giving birth .... "

smiles. Alessandro also smiles that from the moment I entered the car I keep a hand on his knee to calm down, but actually I'm already following my kidney fly away from the moving car and crashing on the tarmac just before to get under the wheel of a car following us.

a motion of disgust makes me turn over on the seat.

I instinctively put my hand on the right side. Alright. Are you still there. You're a fucking kidney from peanuts but you still there, fortunately.

The nailing machine, I hear the front door open and simultaneously with Jupiter Ale splashing out as cops show Americans. Emergency room. We got it.

Alessia easily recovers a wheelchair. I am meeting.

"No thanks Ale, I can to walk. " Fitting blue jumpsuit, red cape, an S on his chest em'incammino towards the entrance of what I now see as the only haven of salvation.

The waiting room is full of people, mostly mothers who are chatting and children playing merrily.

Alessia knocks repeatedly against a glass window. 4:00 to 5:00 after endless minute you open a door through which m'infilo without asking permission, and while I hear a woman's voice behind me starts to rant against the nurse: "Hey, but are already three people I pass by! ".

Shut up old baconca that if I could scream all the pain I feel right now would not be able to Starmie to twenty feet away without suffering irreversible damage to the eardrums and then yes, you'd really need an emergency room.

I'll jump on the first bed and almost instinctively I tend to find the arm in hope waiting for someone to scramble to inject a sedative into a vein, but I see my most optimistic expectations by episode number twenty four ER Medici in prima line "dissolve in the recognition of a voice, that of Paul, a doctor I know.

is coming to my bed with his proverbial phlegm.

I recognize.

He calls me by name.

greets me.

"And what are you doing here?".

Nothing, you know I was here, and I thought I'd go to say goodbye, then I saw this beautiful bed and I wanted to experience the thrill to lie down in an emergency room. The outstretched arm say? No, I'm always so even when I sleep, I find it convenient, you should try.

But I say

"Colic calculations ... ... already happened again ... please, medicine."

She turns, says something to a nurse. Same as a few moments later he was arranging a bottle upside down in his special support and thread a needle in my arm.

I see down the first drops of medicine.

fine droplets Give up, go down fast, come to me soon.

I discover almost immediately that moving a little 'arm can increase the flow, but the pain fades away very slowly, too slowly.

The nurse sits behind a desk a few steps away from me. Call your friends, family, I do not know. But we certainly have to tell you a lot of fun as it does nothing but laugh out loud.

And 'the only person in room, I feel a certain affection toward her for what has been done before, but I do not 'look Starla, I' feel.

Nothing personal eh, my savior, but I do not 'sit back and listen to people who enjoy at this time.

I try to look away and think about something else, but I have to work hard because I come distracting stimuli.

Immediately In fact, two policemen enter the room while speaking, quite agitated, with another nurse.

They brought a drunken man, Polish, apparently hygienic than optimal.

I listen to better understand.

"Did you use a tissue to get the documents?".

"Of course! And you put on gloves if you have to shove the drip ... I recommend it. "

What dear. How many professional precautions in those words.

I can not refrain from saying something

"Yes, yes ... good ... I recommend it."

But I realize not being able to spark controversy and anyway I do not even have heard.

I see them disappear in the next room. The "my" nurses joined the cheerful gang.

Yes, better this way, all gone.

The pain is decreasing.

Back Paul.

"How are you '?".

"Fine Pa '."

not exactly the truth, the pain has not disappeared completely, but I do everything to avoid hospitalization.

I delivered the paper discharge.

I greet him.

greet the room.

greet the bottle and now he is in a basket, empty and proud of his work.

greet the couch.

I look at the room next door and greet the Polish. Full of alcohol and probably not very proud of himself.

I think people who are now beyond him.

not the greeting.

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2011: I Am Legend

Here I am. A new year brings large. How not to honor, after all, the generous banquet in recent days. Good company and fine wines, Aglianico, Chianti and all.

And then the morning of January 1.

I love that surreal silence from "I Am Legend" in the streets, the calm air and the temperature for some mysterious combination meteoastrale and circular rooms of five or six degrees each year in the morning. At least here by me so if I had a dog and in all likelihood I would have gone around to explore the city or even to hunt deer, just to organize a special New Year dinner. But just as I was alone at eight o'clock in the morning I did not felt, I was not trusted. And then I was on the balcony for a few minutes to listen that silence, looking for a bit ', but so quiet and peaceful that after a while you could not help but be filled with thoughts, and in fact I remember thinking that if I still smoked I would certainly lit the first cigarette of' year. Obviously, the next moment I was there to tell me that I was thinking maybe we if I was not completely out but fuck though and it's been a year and a half oh and see if you remember exactly how long you stopped to say that we're still in etc etc . I came home and I made a coffee. After coffee I took a breath (sigh?) \u200b\u200bDeep and I smiled. I looked from the outside and ran away from me to laugh as the similarity in gestures clumsy version of a protagonist of a good action movie. Type "I Am Legend."