ON AIR: Cu'mme, Mia Martini feat. Roberto Murolo
Yesterday morning I did a reflection of more than negligible. I had just woken up, it was about ten o'clock and was dragging down the hall trying to open his eyes for good. There is a premise to be done before continuing the story: I have been here in Cosenza, I always wake up in a foul mood and the situation tends to worsen dramatically with the anxiety of the morning chatting [chat early in the morning?!] In my - and especially my father - can not break free. Well, yesterday morning I was already preparing to come to terms with this painful reality when I heard a high volume of my tv, I opened the door ajar, and I found my mother's intent to sweat on the treadmill [have one in my bedroom and mother uses it while watching TV, of course-volume breaks eardrums because we do not already heard: imagine that thing with the hellish mess that is in the background]. But the point is not that. The point is that he was watching a movie, that I do not quite remember the title or maybe - just - I have not even bothered to learn about them. In short, this film was one of those bad movies, in fact, not bad in the aesthetic sense of the term or concept. No, it is one of those movies that no one would ever feel the need here is: one of those comedies in pink sauce, pseudo-funny, full of paaesaggi romantic comedy situations that someone would judge, sexual misunderstandings [yes, are still in fashion] and women Stuffed [I would say, filled] dignity [to be clear, those who give up slap, stop unwanted conversations left the room and find men willing to get totally ridiculous for them: no, not a science fiction movie or at least I do not think]. But arriving at the essence of the matter: these films often tend to result in a rather handsome man, also very caring person, who was abandoned at the altar as a salted codfish. So I open a parenthesis: the dignity of women filled two are WONDERFUL men willing to marry them or otherwise to engage in a serious relationship with them and, in principle, Massine, tend to choose the most asshole hoping for his miraculous redemption sentimental. Here, get to the point, because nobody has yet thought to analyze the views of that poor man? Why was not yet made a film about the tragic history of this unfortunate man full of emotional power that is taken for a ride all the time [the kisses, promises of eternal love, the brillocchio that gave what they thought was his her ... bullshit] until the final abandonment, after the money and invested with in the ceremony [which, theoretically, should be paid by the bride's father, rather pissed off too vain to put on the casino], in a house in a typically charming and seemingly perfect relationship. Well, what is the reason for this inexcusable gap in World filmography? Perhaps because that individual is not a nerd nerd, and therefore not worth making films or television series about him, perhaps because it was impossible to categorize his story in any way except as a drama without reasonable grounds socio-cultural perhaps because you should not pay too much attention to the fact that absolute perfection can be abandoned at the altar [in fact, usually, the guy is perfect but rather mediocre], perhaps because they do not give a fuck about anybody. And in fact, come to think, do not give a shit about anything to me either. And I do not see why I should be a lawyer of lost causes ... Above all, I do not feel any empathy for the poor fellow, I must not.
Well, it's too hot to continue writing. Especially since I do not have much to say and I'm afraid of not being able to hide it.
You know how I feel? Like a miniature Lady [still more mignon of the real me, I mean] that walks on a calendar written in huge red letters and drag this giant pencil, marking with a cross every day passing with a slowness exhausting. Through Sunday. And then to 14. And then the 24. And then at 31.
I was once an incredibly patient person. But I'm getting old.
Ah comme if it is'.
Yesterday morning I did a reflection of more than negligible. I had just woken up, it was about ten o'clock and was dragging down the hall trying to open his eyes for good. There is a premise to be done before continuing the story: I have been here in Cosenza, I always wake up in a foul mood and the situation tends to worsen dramatically with the anxiety of the morning chatting [chat early in the morning?!] In my - and especially my father - can not break free. Well, yesterday morning I was already preparing to come to terms with this painful reality when I heard a high volume of my tv, I opened the door ajar, and I found my mother's intent to sweat on the treadmill [have one in my bedroom and mother uses it while watching TV, of course-volume breaks eardrums because we do not already heard: imagine that thing with the hellish mess that is in the background]. But the point is not that. The point is that he was watching a movie, that I do not quite remember the title or maybe - just - I have not even bothered to learn about them. In short, this film was one of those bad movies, in fact, not bad in the aesthetic sense of the term or concept. No, it is one of those movies that no one would ever feel the need here is: one of those comedies in pink sauce, pseudo-funny, full of paaesaggi romantic comedy situations that someone would judge, sexual misunderstandings [yes, are still in fashion] and women Stuffed [I would say, filled] dignity [to be clear, those who give up slap, stop unwanted conversations left the room and find men willing to get totally ridiculous for them: no, not a science fiction movie or at least I do not think]. But arriving at the essence of the matter: these films often tend to result in a rather handsome man, also very caring person, who was abandoned at the altar as a salted codfish. So I open a parenthesis: the dignity of women filled two are WONDERFUL men willing to marry them or otherwise to engage in a serious relationship with them and, in principle, Massine, tend to choose the most asshole hoping for his miraculous redemption sentimental. Here, get to the point, because nobody has yet thought to analyze the views of that poor man? Why was not yet made a film about the tragic history of this unfortunate man full of emotional power that is taken for a ride all the time [the kisses, promises of eternal love, the brillocchio that gave what they thought was his her ... bullshit] until the final abandonment, after the money and invested with in the ceremony [which, theoretically, should be paid by the bride's father, rather pissed off too vain to put on the casino], in a house in a typically charming and seemingly perfect relationship. Well, what is the reason for this inexcusable gap in World filmography? Perhaps because that individual is not a nerd nerd, and therefore not worth making films or television series about him, perhaps because it was impossible to categorize his story in any way except as a drama without reasonable grounds socio-cultural perhaps because you should not pay too much attention to the fact that absolute perfection can be abandoned at the altar [in fact, usually, the guy is perfect but rather mediocre], perhaps because they do not give a fuck about anybody. And in fact, come to think, do not give a shit about anything to me either. And I do not see why I should be a lawyer of lost causes ... Above all, I do not feel any empathy for the poor fellow, I must not.
Well, it's too hot to continue writing. Especially since I do not have much to say and I'm afraid of not being able to hide it.
You know how I feel? Like a miniature Lady [still more mignon of the real me, I mean] that walks on a calendar written in huge red letters and drag this giant pencil, marking with a cross every day passing with a slowness exhausting. Through Sunday. And then to 14. And then the 24. And then at 31.
I was once an incredibly patient person. But I'm getting old.
Ah comme if it is'.
