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what you are and what you seem

nobody@flickr.com (senatore18) — Sat, 11 Feb 2012 02:21:14 -0800

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invasion

nobody@flickr.com (senatore18) — Sat, 11 Feb 2012 02:21:38 -0800

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you can't escape

nobody@flickr.com (senatore18) — Sat, 11 Feb 2012 02:20:53 -0800

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Monge's

nobody@flickr.com (senatore18) — Sat, 11 Feb 2012 02:20:33 -0800

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like a jail

nobody@flickr.com (senatore18) — Sat, 11 Feb 2012 02:20:11 -0800

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crematorium

nobody@flickr.com (senatore18) — Sat, 11 Feb 2012 02:19:59 -0800

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nobody@flickr.com (senatore18) — Sat, 11 Feb 2012 02:09:30 -0800

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so far

nobody@flickr.com (senatore18) — Sat, 11 Feb 2012 02:08:20 -0800

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serenissimo riposo

nobody@flickr.com (senatore18) — Sat, 11 Feb 2012 02:08:55 -0800

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† | †

nobody@flickr.com (senatore18) — Sat, 11 Feb 2012 02:09:11 -0800

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rue Miguel Hidalgo

nobody@flickr.com (senatore18) — Mon, 16 Jan 2012 11:15:03 -0800

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Produzioni Seriali di Cieli Stellati

Per stendere le nostre magliette sbiadite, sui cavi della luce,
sulle linee periferiche dei tuoi tram troppo mattinieri e sulle loro vene che si vedono bene.
E ridere a dirotto, distributori di sigarette fosforescenti,
sulle sedie elettriche le lacrime per inquinare,
le piccole e medie imprese appalti e subappalti,
sulle tue lune storte i cadaveri degli astronauti
e i cani avvelenati produzioni seriali di celi stellati.
E i sogni smantellati, deportati in Siberia mentre ti addormenti.
Mentre mi parli contribuisci allo scioglimento dei ghiacciai,
distribuisci volantini che diventano pavimenti e funerali laici per i cd
ed i sistemi nervosi degli elettrodomestici.
E i lavavetri per i miei occhi, gli etilometri ubriachi fradici,
i platani decapitati, i carriattrezzi con i cuori ammaccati.
Per riaggiustarti le dita per i ponti interrotti,
i ponti distrutti aggrappati agli aerei dirottati,
i nostri migliori anni telecomandati, i giorni pirotecnici,
i manganelli telescopici sulle nostre vetrine interiori,

tipo protette da infami barriere architettoniche le nostre aspirazioni

quando strattonavamo il mare dove andavamo a farci male
quando strattonavamo il mare dove andavamo a farci male
quando strattonavamo il mare dove andavamo a farci male
quando strattonavamo il mare dove andavamo a farci male

E ridere a dirotto distributori di sigarette fosforescenti,
sulle sedie elettriche le tue ansie planetarie,
sempre lo scrosciare di chitarre e di file di macchine
e di code di macchine e appalti e subappalti
sulle tue lune storte i cadaveri degli astronauti
e i cani avvelenati produzioni seriali di celi stellati.
E i sogni smantellati, deportati in Siberia mentre ti addormenti.

Last call

nobody@flickr.com (senatore18) — Sat, 14 Jan 2012 10:00:06 -0800

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mite onirico nascondiglio, s'intravede un cielo azzurro, come rincorrere un anno mai finito...

such a lovely place

nobody@flickr.com (senatore18) — Sat, 14 Jan 2012 09:59:15 -0800

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Hotel California

On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway;
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself,
"This could be Heaven or this could be Hell"
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor,
I thought I heard them say...

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year (Any time of year)
You can find it here

Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes bends
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget

So I called up the Captain,
"Please bring me my wine"
He said, "We haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine"
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say...

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
They livin' it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise)
Bring your alibis

Mirrors on the ceiling,
The pink champagne on ice
And she said "We are all just prisoners here, of our own device"
And in the master's chambers,
They gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives,
But they just can't kill the beast

Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
"Relax," said the night man,
"We are programmed to receive.
You can check-out any time you like,
But you can never leave!"

graveyard

nobody@flickr.com (senatore18) — Sat, 14 Jan 2012 09:59:37 -0800

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our time is running out
you can't push it underground

inconnu

nobody@flickr.com (senatore18) — Sat, 14 Jan 2012 09:59:46 -0800

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www.youtube.com/watch?v=f9c-gMSI7Q8

Paris will tear me apart. Again.

nobody@flickr.com (senatore18) — Sun, 26 Jun 2011 11:21:00 -0700

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My old wooden chair (007462_02)

nobody@flickr.com (senatore18) — Wed, 27 Apr 2011 16:55:02 -0700

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Don't you cry tonight (007461_21)

nobody@flickr.com (senatore18) — Wed, 27 Apr 2011 16:50:38 -0700

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si salvi chi può (007462_12)

nobody@flickr.com (senatore18) — Wed, 27 Apr 2011 16:53:28 -0700

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for'a loggia (007461_04)

nobody@flickr.com (senatore18) — Wed, 27 Apr 2011 16:51:58 -0700

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