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| Road Rage - Catatonia |
| 2008-07-08 08:15:45 |
If all you've got to do today is find peace of mindCome round you can take a piece of mineAnd if all you've got to do today is hesitate,Come here, you can leave it late with me.You could be taking it easy on yourselfYou should be making it easy on yourselfCause you and I know,It's all over the front page, you give me road rage,Racing through the best days,It's up to you boy you're driving me crazy,Thinking you may be losing your mind.If all you've got to prove today is your innocence,Calm down,...
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| Estati Trash |
| 2008-07-05 08:00:12 |
Come spesso mi accade d'estate, sto facendo una playlist di revival dance anni '90.Due indirizzi utili:http://www.digitaldreamdoor.com/pages/best_dance-90s.htmlhttp://www.sndcntrdj.com/songlist/90dlist.htmby Halvhari...
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| Black Hole Sun - Soundgarden |
| 2008-06-23 10:59:48 |
In my eyes Indisposed In disguise As no one knows Hides the face Lies the snake Nei miei occhi Maldisposto Camuffato Senza che nessuno sappia Si nasconde il viso Si acquatta il serpente The sun In my disgrace Boiling heat Summer stench neath the black The sky looks dead Call my name Through the cream And Ill hear you Scream again Il sole Nella mia disgrazia Bollore Tanfo d’estate sotto il nero Il cielo sembra morto Chiama il mio nome Attraverso la schiuma Ti sentirò e U...
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| ojala - silvio rodriguez |
| 2008-06-23 07:58:41 |
Milito mi ha fatto scoprire un po' di bei video, e questo testo. E' una canzone, su youtube ce ne sono varie versioni.Un po' di tempo e lo traduco.OjaláSilvio RodríguezOjalá que las hojas no te toquen el cuerpo cuando caiganpara que no las puedas convertir en cristal.Ojalá que la lluvia deje de ser milagro que baja por tu cuerpo.Ojalá que la luna pueda salir sin ti.Ojalá que la tierra no te bese los pasos.Ojalá se te acabe la mirada constante,la palabra precisa, la sonrisa perfecta.Ojalá...
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| Buongiorno |
| 2008-06-23 07:41:13 |
Inizia sempre con parole a caso, e spesso mi faccio distrarre dalle sciocchezze/Per stimolarla uso trucchi/ e basta un attimo per dimenticare dove volevo andareSi ritrae se la maltratto, si distende se mi avvicino/ per questo non riesco a scrivere storieBrucia troppo/ che non siano brevi, o folli.E' l'età che ha, ancora, / esplode in gocce di visione superconcentrateè una ghiandola/ dove c'è già tutto, da capo al fine, il vissuto, il perchè, tutto in un secondo/è veleno,/ poi sparisce e no...
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| Hay golpes en la vida... - César Vallejo |
| 2008-05-16 10:21:07 |
Federico Luppi recita a César Vallejo: Los Heraldos NegrosHere's the original text:Hay golpes en la vida, tan fuertes … ¡Yo no sé!Golpes como del odio de Dios; como si ante ellos,la resaca de todo lo sufridose empozara en el alma… Yo no sé!Son pocos; pero son… Abren zanjas obscurasen el rostro más fiero y en el lomo más fuerte.Serán talvez los potros de bárbaros atilas;o los heraldos negros que nos manda la Muerte.Son las caídas hondas de los Cristos del alma,de alguna fe adorable...
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| Then I grew stronger |
| 2008-05-16 07:27:10 |
I system of a Down, so benissimo l'ora e il luogo dove mi sono innamorato. Circa sei anni fa, andai, in settembre, ad aiutare per la vendemmia in toscana.Mi portarono là un gruppetto di amici di Firenze, tra cui il mitico Melissi. Bene, lavorammo tutto il giorno e la sera, un'imponente cena venne imbandita: in una grande sala del casolare, l'entrata delle portate di vino e carne era imponente. bevemmo una decina di litri di vino contadino in sei, e poco prima dell'alba salimmo in macchina per t...
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| At first I was afraid |
| 2008-05-13 16:06:32 |
ho iniziato ad ascoltare musica prima con cassette a casaccio dei miei, che hanno smesso di seguire la musica circa verso la metà degli anni 80, e che non avevano vissuto l'ondata culturale degli anni 70 se non di striscio.Il primo gruppo che ho incontrato sono stati i queen, avevo dieci anni e ci fermammo, io e mio padre, a un autogrill. mi fece comprare la doppia cassetta del concerto di wembley 86, io avevo con me il mangianastri a pile perchè in macchina la radio non c'era.Feci finta di co...
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| On Poetry |
| 2008-05-11 10:53:57 |
Poetry is useless. Language, communication, investigation, beauty, are all crammed into one futile thing, after all, in comparison to essential needs.Their usefulness is extremely arbitrary, erratic, ambiguous.i have begun to feel detached from academics, essays on literature, even writing, as I hate to see me in a flow, a flood of self-centered aesthetic jaded characters. Then of course, I go to see a concert and the power of art is clear and self-evident, its function too, however hard it be t...
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| Heart of Hurts |
| 2008-05-11 10:42:31 |
To shock and sack,to pillage a hut, to turn a nest in a shack.Know I shed my red stufftrue,Know in my heart of hurts I do not hurt but rejoyce,with no pause, in no caseconcerned - such afoolhardy that is,to dream and discover,sowing and singingrelentless my favourite wordsthe name, the cradle,early spring and the attire -pitch black and greenHalvhariby Halvhari...
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| A syncronized double beat |
| 2008-05-05 05:16:20 |
A syncronized double beatLed me to lose a snare. A sincere crowd deafened me. Some people say so This is true love Free to move below My Eyes eaten by a crow A crop I wish to unsow. I was gone on liquid concrete Before I knew it I was dead. Prayed laid down in a walnutshell of fear Tried to rip my chest and spine open So thi cursed paint would leak out, This split, In guilt self-decreed, built...
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| A Bologna |
| 2008-05-03 19:29:39 |
bologna è un accendino, una sigaretta, una strada di mura alte che stringono il cielobologna è il sole che sorride fuori dalla finestra, bologna è sempre a volte esattamentecome nell'attimo in cui ci sei arrivatobologna vive dello spirito che arriva vivo dal liceo e orgoglioso muore sul campo di battaglia, lasciache l'inverno arrivi, e testi il virgulto: bologna è l'età che la abita, condensata, consenziente,è l'estate incoscientebologna è un paese. dove non c'è nulla, dove c'è il bar d...
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| Waterboarding |
| 2008-04-24 08:36:36 |
I want to find some information about what is Amnesty International demanding. Before to hope for human-rights groups to be successful in their fight, and actually succeed in making waterboarding part of the past, it should be carefully considered whether this is a good thing.Immediately after new regulations came into force, torture professionals would immediately find new, more cunning and hidden ways to perform their soul-shrinking job.The option of tolerating waterboarding cannot be compare...
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| Leaking Out - 1 |
| 2008-04-24 07:49:07 |
I Fstoned,high,drunk, drivejacked up,iiit's "thinking bit: avoid" TIME!Listening activities, cook, sing:If I take pictures and rationalise them,maybe I can help the painful bit.If I wait, and, and.Halvhariby Halvhari...
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| One guy who's got patience |
| 2008-04-22 17:06:02 |
Britain's worst professional tennis player finally wins his first match after 54 consecutive defeats British tennis player Robert Dee won his first game after 54 defeats in a row He has spent three years and £200,000 striving to be Britain's next Big Hope for Wimbledon glory. But after losing every one of his 54 professional matches, Robert Dee had the dubious honour of being the world's worst player – until now.The 21-year-old f...
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| The Celebrated Jumping Frog |
| 2008-04-22 09:25:14 |
This short-story by Mark Twain has got an extraordinary side-story, an appendix, definetely a must for any translator.Let me summarise the plot. Uf. This is the wiki: "The narrator retells a story he heard from a bartender, Simon Wheeler, at the Angels Hotel in Angels Camp, California, about the gambler Jim Smiley. Twain describes him: "If he even seen a straddle bug start to go anywheres, he would bet you how long it would take him to get to—to wherever he going to, and if you took him up, he...
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| Forse un mattino - by Eugenio Montale |
| 2008-04-22 05:25:57 |
Forse un mattino andando in un’aria di vetro,arida, rivolgendomi vedrò compirsi il miracolo:il nulla alle mie spalle, il vuoto dietrodi me, come un terrore di ubriaco.Poi come s’uno schermo, s’accamperanno di gittoalberi case colli per l’inganno consueto.Ma sarà troppo tardi; ed io me n’andrò zittotra gli uomini che non si voltano, col mio segreto.Maybe one morning, walking in dry, glassy air,I’ll turn and see the miracle occur:nothing at my back, the voidbehind me, with a drunkar...
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| My translation draft |
| 2008-04-21 12:08:12 |
Maybe one morning, walking in a dry air of glass I’ll look back and see the miracle happen: Blank, the void behind, Like a drunkard’s terror Then, like on a screen, houses, hills, trees will rush And cram together to stage the usual trick. But too late, and I’ll leave and walk on silent Amid men who turn not back, with my secret by Halvhari...
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| SPY TUNES - by Greg Pattillo |
| 2008-04-21 06:21:14 |
I am so glad someone gifted thought beatboxes could go on a flute. On top of my mind there's just Jethro Tull. Today is one of the first days of real nice weather. Greg Pattillo perfectly matches with a cold Fransziskaner.Another real good video by Greg Pattillo is here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GMUlhuTkM3w&feature=relatedby Halvhari...
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| Telamin! Telamin! |
| 2008-04-19 05:14:39 |
Telamin! Telamin! O Fashioned by Zoos, Mad as a Wolf, Weeniest of Childe keenest insight king in itself He knows no rest His peace is a fumble at war. He wishes to portray dishes on a tray, flinging a staircase. Sother: the father of nather, how it mexes the words, enthusing old shards, fills - how amazing he is - the beautiful stars It gathers the mothers musical tits appear on sunrise it brothers decaders, decoders’s dicasters ...
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| Observing a Punk |
| 2008-04-18 13:18:38 |
Shy smiles under the surface of the walkingside, exhaust gas, red walls, wet ground. Could it all evaporate as in An invisible caress. Worryless of structures, he gains the illusion of freedom, dressed- down, sparing spits and crumbles and coins. The means to master day by day new knowledge cool-pressed. Two towers of Bologna beat, beat fast paced, unranked: it’s a cradle of paths: some already sink instead, unsung and worthless, some jest and jerk, In front of ...
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| Sleepy Eyes |
| 2008-04-18 13:18:27 |
It is the promise of the mornig worded with squeezed eyes. The promise yntaxed with squeezed eyes It stems out of somewhere near birth With its clustered, tensed abdominals and legs spreaded. and urge to assess a sound in time and space, but all of this untouched. o seed. now...a spill of oversweetend eyes-tea, is it a Saxon roo, whitelinen tablecloth? Progressively people and cars begin to buzz but still inconsistent, as if hesitating to step. Then a...
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| Un'alba d'inverno |
| 2008-04-18 13:18:03 |
Bruciati i segni E gli angoli delle pagine Messo in risalto dalla sua assenza, un incredibile cielo si fa ricordare. “ogni vita abbastanza lunga” è il fatto che porta con sé. Quando ieri si è alzato Sopra la spianata di ghiaia (nel chiuso del capannone continuava invece la notte) io ero da molte ore già via da me stesso, perché in quell’alba apparsa senza che la attendessimo nessuno si conosceva che per l’incontro scorretto di tempo e infinito...
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| Il disordine sono |
| 2008-04-18 13:17:32 |
La luce sono sui muri, l’odore, ma non il luogo. Scompongo per natura me stesso, non è lei l’esistenza a entrare in me, sono io a entrare nei luoghi che compongono la sua essenza. il disordine sono, senza la maglietta, un nudo improvviso sono, -Copriti!-, (prenderai di certo un colpo). la luce sono sui muri, l’odore, ma non il luogo. trasformazione, leontiasi, licantropismo: vibrisse e code, armonia che pago con instabilità, io il più solido masso ...
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| Rainy Day |
| 2008-04-18 13:17:12 |
Liquid particles of liquid attraction for the ground. They generate unceasing flush, blackened waves of heat and cold burst crush above and darken the skies. Neurons deliver orders to hold on, hold a wake electricity is static now, on the eve of discharge. Thunder keep beat cut... silence(!) From the middle of cemented hollow cube. PC low buzz panicked flies jazz. Outside swooshes burning gas, and shifts of gears. Eyes scurry across ...
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| Sei la spada non la mano |
| 2008-04-18 13:16:44 |
Sei la spada non la mano. Da mantenere, solo il filo tagliente, immaginare ogni dettaglio che serva a questo segno di spada. Sei la spada non la mano Non è nel polso Che segue i cerchi Della mia punta nell’aria Che sta la mia responsabilità Sta non nelle carezze Che il suo piatto conosce, non dove si incastra, tra ossa e muscoli: non è mia quella forza, la forza che mi ha conficcato tra le lastre fino all’elsa, non era mia neanche la diversa n...
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| Belarusian I - by Valzhyna Mort |
| 2008-04-15 14:04:04 |
translated by Franz Wright and Elizabeth Oehlkers Wright.I read today this piece for the first time. Love the first stanza. even our mothers have no idea how we were bornhow we parted their legs and crawled out into the worldthe way you crawl from the ruins after a bombingwe couldn't tell which of us was a girl or a boywe gorged on dirt thinking it was breadand our futurea gymnast on a thin thread of the horizonwas performing thereat the highest pitchbitchwe grew up in a country wherefirst your...
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| Deep Kick |
| 2008-04-15 14:01:39 |
How not to quote the beautiful opening of Deep Kick by RHCP?It started when we were little kids.Free spirits, but already tormented by our own handsgiven to us by our parents.We got together and wrote on desksand slept in laundry rooms near snowy mountainsand slipped through whatever cracks we could find,minds altered, we didn't falterin portraving hysterical and tragic characters in a smog filled universe.we loved the dirty cityand the journeys away from it.We had not yet been or seen our frien...
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| Lasse |
| 2008-04-15 13:55:13 |
Lasse Gjertsen is among my most loved and odd findings. I wish to toast to his postmodern craftmanship.by Halvhari...
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| I Like Thee Much More Than You |
| 2008-04-15 13:33:53 |
This is a little and humble experiment at writing in a Middle English fashion. I only know a few words...just for the fun of trying to find a mixture of old and new.For the love of thee or me collide/And as the stars did see notsucha spectacle tonight for an age's nights/Leave to meexplaining the facts/ that the thingsI dare see thee call thine and beloved/Are certainly the same I will for me.Apart from the fact that noone reads my blog yet, if anyone wishes to correct and add shakespearean flav...
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| Chris Iemulo |
| 2008-04-15 10:08:58 |
Chris Iemulo is an independent musician, who loves to experiment with sound and words, electronic and acustic. He is a unique mixture of anarchy, Sicily, Germany and other States of mind.Potete ascoltare delle tracks su http://www.myspace.com/chrisiemuloThis you are watching is "Solo guitar Weddingsalon, Berlin 8/07/07 Part II".by Halvhari...
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| Pulcinella |
| 2008-04-10 06:34:09 |
While looking for sea puffins - pulcinella di mare- I ran into the beautiful works of Marco Cazzato: take a look at it on www.marcocazzato.itby Halvhari...
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