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what’s wrong with this picture (farewell the ashtray girl)

this picture

POSTED ON 24.02.08 @ 11:34 am | 0 Comments
Specchio Specchio delle mie Brame


Roy Lichtenstein

POSTED ON 04.12.07 @ 10:31 am | 2 Comments
Lucifero


Costantino Corti [25.000 euro]

POSTED ON 28.11.07 @ 10:56 pm | 0 Comments
then your children will be next

POSTED ON 20.09.07 @ 8:35 pm | 0 Comments
BELLEZZA (Cristiano Godano, Riccardo Tesio, Luca Bergia)

POSTED ON 19.09.07 @ 3:26 pm | 0 Comments
1. 2 SIDED LOST (high) WAY
POSTED ON 10.09.07 @ 11:52 pm | 0 Comments
I love you to death~ I love you to double you


NOTA(E) : nella versione italiana, la ‘mammma’ italiana dice esplicitamente che Joey ha due palle in testa (anzichè 1,2,3,4 bullets!) , e solo con quelle ragiona. Il puritanesimo non ha mai reso facili i giochi di parole. Ci consola che il loro qualunquistico ‘whatever’ diventerà un giorno “come Joe Di Maggio e Marilyn Monroe”. Ironia della sorte di un popolo di emigranti e di grandi doppiatori… | the italian version with Joey “mammma” saying “not 1, but 2 balls in your head to get by…” . Probably puritanism did his job in original “1,2,3,4 bullets”, or maybe its all about guns… and what has happend to Joe Di Maggio and Marilyn Monroe in the italian dubbing? they are still stars imprinted into a sidewalking, but…”whatever…”. A country of emigrants, a land of greats dubbers. Isn’t it ironic, don’t you think?
| Buona visione |

POSTED ON 22.08.07 @ 2:14 pm | 0 Comments
ITALIA MIA, benchè.

POSTED ON 13.08.07 @ 3:36 pm | 0 Comments
DONT (Mulholland) DRIVE DRUNK



POSTED ON 02.07.07 @ 7:10 pm | 0 Comments
A song to say good bye? [PLACEBO/GINSBERG]


Father Death Blues

Hey Father Death, I’m flying home Hey poor man, you’re all alone Hey old daddy, I know where I’m going

Father Death, Don’t cry any more Mama’s there, underneath the floor Brother Death, please mind the store

Old Aunty Death Don’t hide your bones Old Uncle Death I hear your groans O Sister Death how sweet your moans

O Children Deaths go breathe your breaths Sobbing breasts’ll ease your Deaths Pain is gone, tears take the rest

Genius Death your art is done Lover Death your body’s gone Father Death I’m coming home

Guru Death your words are true Teacher Death I do thank you For inspiring me to sing this Blues

Buddha Death, I wake with you Dharma Death, your mind is new Sangha Death, we’ll work it through

Suffering is what was born Ignorance made me forlorn Tearful truths I cannot scorn

Father Breath once more farewell Birth you gave was no thing ill My heart is still, as time will tell.

(Allen Ginsberg)

POSTED ON 15.08.06 @ 3:27 pm | 0 Comments