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I feel like I got cut off an arm, and I wonder where she is my manhood [yes, I am a woman but once I had the balls] ... After an unexpected

ON AIR: That place is not there, Negramaro

I'm fine: I'm alive, more or less healthy and I try to continue my existence. That's not it then very difficult to pursue, after all: it goes without saying, she is very independent and very little inclined to sudden changes [but not slow and progressive]. Let's say I could be in panciolle, his feet on the coffee table, and everything would be on much, however: they are not indispensable to my life. It 's you who is indispensable to me. Unfortunately.

So. I'm leaving, yes, like every summer. In three days I have a fantastic trip to Spain, followed by a tour to Portugal [point a lot about Porto or, rather, on the port (the liquor, I mean)] and a brief return to my beloved love Barcelona. I'll be away a couple of weeks and try to stay very, very quiet. I swear to myself and everyone should then be put up with my crazy hysterical menate with delusions of persecution and a level of security far beyond the disease.

As for the rest, I would say that everything goes well. I almost agreed with those who will make the argument, I'm not pregnant [and, as I pointed out a person rather than (just) wise, would be a miracle because I take the pill but I tend to prefer in any event, the melodrama quote: part of my nature], I'm doing gymnastics every day [two days] and I'm studiacchiando the committee in September [law information and communication (someone explain to me what I'm studying)]. Negative that there are always tired and do not sleep much. And finally, there's drama that you are several miles from me, I can not laugh with you, I can not watch movies on your couch, I can not sleep with you and I can not touch the back with lips.

What else? Someone has to prove the guilt of Bruno Contrada. Someone needs to explain why Italy and other countries on average civilians participating in the Olympics in a state that violates the most basic human rights. Someone should explain the obscure reasons that I should hold the shock in front of the concept of immunity.

Grandma. Okay.

Ah, one last thing. You wait there, still.

Where you breathe the same magic for my belly.

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thirty, demography has acquired a sense or as I change my mind far too often ... The

ON AIR: Jealous Guy, John Lennon
baroque tortures I designed every inch of distance between us.
I needed to hold on, nailed to me.
My pain I would helped to keep still while I tended my eternal trap. Then
.
unexpectedly made me grow up.
tearing the head with your rationalizations hysterical.
I became great and I even noticed.
You were always there.
You're always there.
Still, solid.
My rock.

I'll wait. In your own home. Waiting to come home, expect to see that smile that leaves uncovered his teeth, looks like going to bed with you. Appearance those arms on him. Waiting for the contact. And expect you to make love to me.

I Did not Want To Hurt You
I'm just a jealous guy.

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intolerable futility because of the demographics or Golini Livi Bacci and would have spared the trouble ...

ON AIR: Musa anyone, Afterhours
Why I can never keep quiet? Why can not I accept that what has to happen happens? Why can not I convince myself that - ultimately - a fate exist? Why can not I have to admit that not everything depends on me? Why can not I get rid of this car determinism guilty? Why can not I think that they are unable to control the people and the world [as I would like]? Why I simply can not make me a bit starmene 'shut up and think of me and me alone?
I think, at least in part, is the fault of Christianity, basically I think it was the concept of original sin to distort my view of life. I was a kid, when I have taught, and it is a complicated concept, but rather ambiguous: in a little head naturally inclined to acrobatic contortions, not everything takes root in the right way, let alone the idea of \u200b\u200bever having to feel guilty about the absurd allegorical gesture made by two idiots who allegedly gave rise to the human race [for those who say that well begun is half done, in short]. It 'awful to live with the guilt and - who knows which obscure reason - it is God's own existential condition [but who? the omnipresent, omniscient, e. .. good ?] Has chosen for his beloved creatures. A paradox, at least. Especially since I am not convinced at all the history of the apple and the snake ... for as I see it, even there we have said one thing to name another. And then just speak out, I mean. Or, if you just do not like to speak clearly, at least illustrami by what logic should not make the most pleasant thing that exists in the world [ie, you have created and made available to me]. If you just be so annoying that I have some fun ', tell me why I've provided the clitoris ... Tell me why you modeled my vagina because it fit so nicely with the perfect penis of the male sex with you ... Tell me why you have created an orgasm. It 's all too unreasonable, as far as I'm concerned. And then the history of free will does not convince me at all. It 'the same argument of free market economics to function and no corrections are needed and, in my opinion, for the human race are not even sufficient remedies. The human race is structurally wrong [by force: in the image of the demiurge stoned]: the human race should take, or guide you step by step, delete the root and start all over again. Other solutions, frankly, I do not see.
Good. In line Overall, this is my idea of \u200b\u200btheology.
Then - I do not know - maybe I should learn not to have patience, maybe I should learn to be full of me. I would have good reason, damn. I'd have good reason .


For every cut you have on your hands because there is a foul.

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Orcs and witches are alone and I got you but now ...

ON AIR: Resume Berlin, Afterhours
This period is thus made up of fragments.


The new album Afterhours.
eyes fierce.

The decadent garden of your home. Study
peacefully.

Bus-metro-train.
The desire to be there.

Silence.
The groans.

My blood.
My thighs.

The smell of summer is imminent.
Lillo who sniffs the air.

Your back fragrant.
Your scars.


Crying in your hand [fragile that you could kill me shaking a bit '].

Early in the morning.
I want you.




outside your door to do the right thing.