Second part of my speech. The more concrete we say: D
Monday, June 9, 2008
Panasonic Dvd Cooling Fans
birthday speech in 2008 treddi.com parte1
First part of my speech turned birthday on May 26, 2008 Praglia plans under a shower, lots of ideas and confused.
Saturday, June 7, 2008
Generic Wedding Thank You
Ciciliano Night and rain
Look at me, Beat me too, schiaffeggiami, strozzami, you will never have the keys, I've taken off the machine, but I forbid you ever use the bike, even if it is night.
The bed was broken, not my fault, I never wanted a fight, but if he can not do without, but I have always kept their hands in place, I did not react, at most I struggling.
I inflated the tires, I put the waterproof jacket and went out in the rain and into the night, I rode up to the concert, I left the portfolio with the documents at home, last night I was a nobody, I did not want to be somebody.
The change failed, you will be broke by itself, not mounted since I went to see a stage of the Tour of Italy and had perforated.
I found friends, all finished the rain stopped, so I continued to ride up in the pub who do not attend for some time, as it seemed shorter than the road made all the past months with the car, how many smells that I had never heard, the silence around, pedal, pedal through the night, I would take the highway and make the 200 km that separate me from you, you're sick like me, you like me so many people against you, which is never good thing, the mind is occupied by thoughts, time There, the distances do not exist.
'm not pissed at each pedal stroke the mind is unleashed, I do not feel the fatigue, I feel asleep, I just want to go, to move through my body, I welcome the fact that I'm moving without contributing to the war, and I would like to send fuck all who pass me by with the car and burn oil, murderers like me, speakers of cancer and promoter of war, every time I use the machine.
Rain I love you, every time you wash from the illusion that surrounds us, as a large shower, which remove impurities and lightens the soul from guilt, but it is pure illusion, I do not want an umbrella, I want to run in the rain, I want you to face the bathroom, I hanno fatto credere che mi devo difendere da te, che sei pericolosa, che mi provochi le malattie, influenza e raffreddore, ma io non ci credo, per anni sei stata invocata dai popoli, non mi voglio difendere da te.
Voglio che mi abbracci, voglio riempirmi del tuo suono che ricerco stando seduto talvolta sul fondo della doccia, il suono delle gocce su una tettoia in agosto.
Questa notte sono tornato a vivere, vaffanculo, cazzo ero vivo, ero libero.... 
Look at me, Beat me too, schiaffeggiami, strozzami, you will never have the keys, I've taken off the machine, but I forbid you ever use the bike, even if it is night.
The bed was broken, not my fault, I never wanted a fight, but if he can not do without, but I have always kept their hands in place, I did not react, at most I struggling.
I inflated the tires, I put the waterproof jacket and went out in the rain and into the night, I rode up to the concert, I left the portfolio with the documents at home, last night I was a nobody, I did not want to be somebody.
The change failed, you will be broke by itself, not mounted since I went to see a stage of the Tour of Italy and had perforated.
I found friends, all finished the rain stopped, so I continued to ride up in the pub who do not attend for some time, as it seemed shorter than the road made all the past months with the car, how many smells that I had never heard, the silence around, pedal, pedal through the night, I would take the highway and make the 200 km that separate me from you, you're sick like me, you like me so many people against you, which is never good thing, the mind is occupied by thoughts, time There, the distances do not exist.
'm not pissed at each pedal stroke the mind is unleashed, I do not feel the fatigue, I feel asleep, I just want to go, to move through my body, I welcome the fact that I'm moving without contributing to the war, and I would like to send fuck all who pass me by with the car and burn oil, murderers like me, speakers of cancer and promoter of war, every time I use the machine.
Rain I love you, every time you wash from the illusion that surrounds us, as a large shower, which remove impurities and lightens the soul from guilt, but it is pure illusion, I do not want an umbrella, I want to run in the rain, I want you to face the bathroom, I hanno fatto credere che mi devo difendere da te, che sei pericolosa, che mi provochi le malattie, influenza e raffreddore, ma io non ci credo, per anni sei stata invocata dai popoli, non mi voglio difendere da te.
Voglio che mi abbracci, voglio riempirmi del tuo suono che ricerco stando seduto talvolta sul fondo della doccia, il suono delle gocce su una tettoia in agosto.
Questa notte sono tornato a vivere, vaffanculo, cazzo ero vivo, ero libero....
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