La vendetta di un padre frustrato

04 aprile 2009 ore 22:32 segnala
Li ho odiati oltre ogni limite, sono entrati di prepotenza nella mia esistenza ed hanno bruciato a lungo i miei neuroni, hanno scatenato le mie pulsioni più turpi ma oggi, dopo tanti anni ed in questa nuova versione...mi fanno impazzire. :many :many

Me lo chiedo da una vita....

04 aprile 2009 ore 22:28 segnala
...ma chi accidenti è che ha ucciso Laura Palmer????

:many :many :many

Telegraph Road

20 marzo 2009 ore 23:23 segnala
Proprio ieri, parlavo dei Dire Straits, ero in macchina e all'improvviso la voglia di ascoltare questa canzone si è fatta pressante. Purtroppo non l'avevo con me e ho dovuto rimandare sino ad ora; per fortuna che a tenermi compagnia per tutto il tragitto, c'era una musica soave, la voce della donna che amo. 

Auguri

08 marzo 2009 ore 14:41 segnala
Lasciamo stare il triste evento a cui è legato l'8 marzo; ormai siamo abituati a considerarlo un avvenimento festivo, e allora alla luce di questo significato, un augurio a tutte le donne.

Il topo di campagna

07 marzo 2009 ore 23:29 segnala

THE COUNTRY MOUSE AND THE CITY MOUSE

Once a little mouse who lived in the country invited a little Mouse from the city to visit him. When the little City Mouse sat down to dinner he was surprised to find that the Country Mouse had nothing to eat except barley and grain.

"Really," he said, "you do not live well at all; you should see how I live! I have all sorts of fine things to eat every day. You must come to visit me and see how nice it is to live in the city."

The little Country Mouse was glad to do this, and after a while he went to the city to visit his friend.

The very first place that the City Mouse took the Country Mouse to see was the kitchen cupboard of the house where he lived. There, on the lowest shelf, behind some stone jars, stood a big paper bag of brown sugar.
The little City Mouse gnawed a hole in the bag and invited his friend to nibble for himself.
The two little mice nibbled and nibbled, and the Country Mouse thought he had never tasted anything so delicious in his life. He was just thinking how lucky the City Mouse was, when suddenly the door opened with a bang, and in came the cook to get some flour.

"Run!" whispered the City Mouse. And they ran as fast as they could to the little hole where they had come in. The little Country Mouse was shaking all over when they got safely away, but the little City Mouse said, "That is nothing; she will soon go away and then we can go back."

After the cook had gone away and shut the door they stole softly back, and this time the City Mouse had something new to show:

he took the little Country Mouse into a corner on the top shelf, where a big jar of dried prunes stood open.

After much tugging and pulling they got a large dried prune out of the jar on to the shelf and began to nibble at it.

This was even better than the brown sugar. The little Country Mouse liked the taste so much that he could hardly nibble fast enough. But all at once, in the midst of their eating, there came a scratching at the door and a sharp, loud MIAOUW!

"What is that?" said the Country Mouse. The City Mouse just whispered, "Sh!" and ran as fast as he could to the hole.

The Country Mouse ran after, you may be sure, as fast as HE could.

As soon as they were out of danger the City Mouse said, "That was the old Cat; she is the best mouser in town,--if she once gets you, you are lost."

"This is very terrible," said the little Country Mouse; "let us not go back to the cupboard again."
"No," said the City Mouse, "I will take you to the cellar; there is something especial there."
So the City Mouse took his little friend down the cellar stairs and into a big cupboard where there were many shelves.

On the shelves were jars of butter, and cheeses in bags and out of bags.

Overhead hung bunches of sausages, and there were spicy apples in barrels standing about. It smelled so good that it went to the little Country Mouse's head.

He ran along the shelf and nibbled at a cheese here, and a bit of butter there, until he saw an especially rich, very delicious-smelling piece of cheese on a queer little stand in a corner.

He was just on the point of putting his teeth into the cheese when the City Mouse saw him.

"Stop! stop!" cried the City Mouse. "That is a trap!"
The little Country Mouse stopped and said, "What is a trap?"

"That thing is a trap," said the little City Mouse. "The minute you touch the cheese with your teeth something comes down on your head hard, and you're dead."
The little Country Mouse looked at the trap, and he looked at the cheese, and he looked at the little City Mouse.
"If you'll excuse me," he said,

"I think I will go home. I'd rather have barley and grain to eat and eat it in peace and comfort, than have brown sugar and dried prunes and cheese,--and be frightened to death all the time!"
So the little Country Mouse went back to his home, and there he stayed all the rest of his life.

The End


Si lo so, in molti non capiranno questo post...ma almeno un paio di persone si

Integrazione

07 marzo 2009 ore 17:18 segnala
Comunità europea, villaggio globale, abbattimento delle frontiere...il mondo non ha più confini delimitati, le culture si incontrano con facilità e si mescolano tra loro. Ecco quindi un italiano che mangia un panino arabo, beve una bibita americana e legge un giornale cinese  :scream

P.S.: la birra messicana, la beve il padre 0:-)

Paesaggi

05 marzo 2009 ore 23:58 segnala
Il più bello che ho mai visto? La tua schiena tra le lenzuola, durante uno dei tuoi "crolletti". :bacio

Fatalità

02 marzo 2009 ore 22:47 segnala
Ho notato sul blog di qualcuno, il video di una canzone...beh, mi dispiace di dover dire a questa persona che ha preso una fregatura; hai postato un tarocco, la canzone originale è questa :many

Dispettoso

16 febbraio 2009 ore 23:04 segnala
Lo sai, sono una carogna...faccio sempre il contrario di quello che mi si dice...e allora, anche se avrei qualche migliaio di persone a cui dedicare questa canzone...la dedico a te, che sei l'unica che non riuscirà mai a meritarsela. Ti amo piccola. :bacio

Stephen King...

12 febbraio 2009 ore 20:46 segnala
...lo ha usato come titolo e io, che sono stato a lungo un suo assiduo lettore, lo faccio mio. Ebbene si, dopo tante traversie, il cupo mietitore riposta nel suo blog. Oddio, diciamo che riproverò a postare nel blog, infatti non è un periodo molto tranquillo, ed il tempo non basta mai. Comunque ci provo, prometto 0:-)
Certo, da settembre ad oggi ne sono successe di cose, e non sarà facile rimettere in pari, ma cercherò quantomeno di aggiornarvi sulle questioni più importanti. Andiamo per ordine:
1) il tigrotto ha compiuto 10 anni :bataparty
2) la mia ragazza è più fantastica che mai :bacio
3) la moto ha un nuovo look :moto
Quindi, avendo preparato la scaletta dei futuri post, per ora vi saluto...ma non temete, a volte ritornano :ok