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[alfaomega]

... è un mercoledi mogio-mogio

non per me... oggi il mio pc ha tirato le cuoia e per farlo rinvenire gli ho dovuto fare un massaggio cardiaco a cuore aperto...

[.:eZy:.]

... è un mercoledi mogio-mogio

non per me... oggi il mio pc ha tirato le cuoia e per farlo rinvenire gli ho dovuto fare un massaggio cardiaco a cuore aperto...

...e la bocca dove l'hai messa???

.... ma hai preso il blobF come contenitore delle comunicazioni di servizio ... e tutta la poesia dei Leoni di Milius?

[alfaomega]

.... ma hai preso il blobF come contenitore delle comunicazioni di servizio ... e tutta la poesia dei Leoni di Milius?

ma no, ma no.... però anche i fuorionda vanno sul blob no?

[.:eZy:.]

.... ma hai preso il blobF come contenitore delle comunicazioni di servizio ... e tutta la poesia dei Leoni di Milius?

ma no, ma no.... però anche i fuorionda vanno sul blob no?

ah ...e allora tu saresti il nostro Enrico Ghezzi
(beh in effetti ...non ci ho mai capito niente ... nè di lui, nè di te )

[alfaomega]

ah ...e allora tu saresti il nostro Enrico Ghezzi
(beh in effetti ...non ci ho mai capito niente ... nè di lui, nè di te )

il che non mi stupisce, visto che non sei l'unico... spero solo di non iniziare a parlare fuori sincrono!

[.:eZy:.]

ah ...e allora tu saresti il nostro Enrico Ghezzi
(beh in effetti ...non ci ho mai capito niente ... nè di lui, nè di te )

il che non mi stupisce, visto che non sei l'unico... spero solo di non iniziare a parlare fuori sincrono!

...di servizio
..... tra avatar, firma mia e firme tue ...una bella patacca, al monitor ...

[dogon]

Trilogia francese

[.:eZy:.]

...dogon ...ci risiamo

Fitzcarraldo???

[trivi]

Hurricane

Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall.
She sees the bartender in a pool of blood,
Cries out, "My God, they killed them all!"
Here comes the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

Three bodies lyin' there does Patty see
And another man named Bello, movin' around mysteriously.
"I didn't do it," he says, and he throws up his hands
"I was only robbin' the register, I hope you understand.
I saw them leavin'," he says, and he stops
"One of us had better call up the cops."
And so Patty calls the cops
And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin'
In the hot New Jersey night.

Meanwhile, far away in another part of town
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around.
Number one contender for the middleweight crown
Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down
When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road
Just like the time before and the time before that.
In Paterson that's just the way things go.
If you're black you might as well not show up on the street
'Less you wanna draw the heat.

Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops.
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around
He said, "I saw two men runnin' out, they looked like middleweights
They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates."
And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head.
Cop said, "Wait a minute, boys, this one's not dead"
So they took him to the infirmary
And though this man could hardly see
They told him that he could identify the guilty men.

Four in the mornin' and they haul Rubin in,
Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs.
The wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye
Says, "Wha'd you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy!"
Yes, here's the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

Four months later, the ghettos are in flame,
Rubin's in South America, fightin' for his name
While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
And the cops are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' for somebody to blame.
"Remember that murder that happened in a bar?"
"Remember you said you saw the getaway car?"
"You think you'd like to play ball with the law?"
"Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin' that night?"
"Don't forget that you are white."

Arthur Dexter Bradley said, "I'm really not sure."
Cops said, "A poor boy like you could use a break
We got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to your friend Bello
Now you don't wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow.
You'll be doin' society a favor.
That sonofabitch is brave and gettin' braver.
We want to put his ass in stir
We want to pin this triple murder on him
He ain't no Gentleman Jim."

Rubin could take a man out with just one punch
But he never did like to talk about it all that much.
It's my work, he'd say, and I do it for pay
And when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way
Up to some paradise
Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
And ride a horse along a trail.
But then they took him to the jailhouse
Where they try to turn a man into a mouse.

All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance
The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance.
The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums
To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum
And to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger.
No one doubted that he pulled the trigger.
And though they could not produce the gun,
The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed
And the all-white jury agreed.

Rubin Carter was falsely tried.
The crime was murder "one," guess who testified?
Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied
And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride.
How can the life of such a man
Be in the palm of some fool's hand?
To see him obviously framed
Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land
Where justice is a game.

Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties
Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell
An innocent man in a living hell.
That's the story of the Hurricane,
But it won't be over till they clear his name
And give him back the time he's done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

Scoperta grazie ad alfa

[Silvio]

allora devi sentire pure questa, trivi :

Once I thought I saw you
In a crowded hazy bar,
Dancing on the light
from star to star.

Far across the moonbeam
I know that's who you are,
I saw your brown eyes
Turning once the bar.

You are like a hurricane
There's harm in your eye.
And I'm gettin' blown away
somewhere safer where the feeling stays.
I want to love you but I'm gettin' blown away

I am just a dreamer,
But you are just a dream,
You could have been anyone to me.

Before that moment you touched my lips
That perfect feeling when time just slips
Away between us on our foggy trip.

You are like a hurricane
There's harm in your eye.
And I'm gettin' blown away
Somewhere safer where the feeling stays.
I want to love you but I'm gettin' blown away

You are just a dreamer,
But I am just a dream.
You could have been anyone to me.

Before that moment you touched my lips
That perfect feeling when time just slips
Away between us on our foggy trip.

You are like a hurricane
There's harm in your eye.
And I'm gettin' blown away
Somewhere safer where the feeling stays.
I want to love you but I'm gettin' blown away.

neil young

[dogon]

...dogon ...ci risiamo

Fitzcarraldo???

...si! (complimenti! ... ma non ti scappa proprio nulla! )



(non sapevo/ricordavo che quello dei KC era già stato utilizzato da te!!)

[Silvio]

4 aprile 1968




"Pride (In The Name Of Love)"
One man come in the name of love
One man come and go
One man come, he to justify
One man to overthrow

In the name of love
What more in the name of love
In the name of love
What more in the name of love

One man caught on a barbed wire fence
One man he resist
One man washed on an empty beach.
One man betrayed with a kiss

In the name of love
What more in the name of love
In the name of love
What more in the name of love

(nobody like you...)

Early morning, April 4
Shot rings out in the Memphis sky
Free at last, they took your life
They could not take your pride

In the name of love
What more in the name of love
In the name of love
What more in the name of love
In the name of love
What more in the name of love...

[dogon]

Allen Ginsberg --------------> 5.4.1997

[.:eZy:.]

...saul bellow

[dogon]

Buon compleanno a F.F.Coppola (1939)



e arriverderci a Kurt (1994)

[dogon]

Pablo Picasso---------------------->1991, Parigi

http://www.francescomorante.it/pag_3/309ab.htm

[dogon]

La forza che difende il cuore dalle ferite
è la stessa che gli impedisce
di dilatarsi alla sua massima grandezza.

"A Treasury of Kahlil Gibran"

[.:eZy:.]

Armando Testa

[dogon]

R.Doisneau, monsieurphoto



(gara di ciclo cross, 1947)

[dogon]

Nina Simone (20.04.2003)



The name of this tune is Mississippi Goddam
And I mean every word of it

Alabama's gotten me so upset
Tennessee made me lose my rest
And everybody knows about Mississippi Goddam

Alabama's gotten me so upset
Tennessee made me lose my rest
And everybody knows about Mississippi Goddam

Can't you see it
Can't you feel it
It's all in the air
I can't stand the pressure much longer
Somebody say a prayer

Alabama's gotten me so upset
Tennessee made me lose my rest
And everybody knows about Mississippi Goddam

This is a show tune
But the show hasn't been written for it, yet

Hound dogs on my trail
School children sitting in jail
Black cat cross my path
I think every day's gonna be my last

Lord have mercy on this land of mine
We all gonna get it in due time
I don't belong here
I don't belong there
I've even stopped believing in prayer

Don't tell me
I tell you
Me and my people just about due
I've been there so I know
They keep on saying 'Go slow!'

But that's just the trouble
'do it slow'
Washing the windows
'do it slow'
Picking the cotton
'do it slow'
You're just plain rotten
'do it slow'
You're too damn lazy
'do it slow'
The thinking's crazy
'do it slow'
Where am I going
What am I doing
I don't know
I don't know

Just try to do your very best
Stand up be counted with all the rest
For everybody knows about Mississippi Goddam

I made you thought I was kiddin'

Picket lines
School boy cots
They try to say it's a communist plot
All I want is equality
for my sister my brother my people and me

Yes you lied to me all these years
You told me to wash and clean my ears
And talk real fine just like a lady
And you'd stop calling me Sister Sadie

Oh but this whole country is full of lies
You're all gonna die and die like flies
I don't trust you any more
You keep on saying 'Go slow!'
'Go slow!'

But that's just the trouble
'do it slow'
Desegregation
'do it slow'
Mass participation
'do it slow'
Reunification
'do it slow'
Do things gradually
'do it slow'
But bring more tragedy
'do it slow'
Why don't you see it
Why don't you feel it
I don't know
I don't know

You don't have to live next to me
Just give me my equality
Everybody knows about Mississippi
Everybody knows about Alabama
Everybody knows about Mississippi Goddam

That's it!