Monday, March 22, 2010

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We were with friends, and they spoke of nature and how beautiful some places where one of us had been.
And the speech was finished on "that restaurant where we ate ..." and away with detailed descriptions of the flavors, and its enjoyment.

Have you noticed? It always ends like this.

Mai for someone to say: "and the place was so beautiful, I came to think to ..."
But when we leave the word ... to our souls?

Sometimes I wonder what kind of civilization we are.

For example, yesterday was the international day of water.
one of you has made the party?
No eh? That is, for Valentine's Day, yes, and no water? But there seems nice?
who has been performing on the water he drank?
who thanked the shower, for the work he has done?



Yesterday it rained

Floor

It was as if to say "hey, guys, look I'm here"
gathered in puddles along the dirt picked up everywhere, and was started in order to the sewer.


Hello beautiful, yet back

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Thursday, March 18, 2010

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Saturday, March 13, 2010

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Four

After I wrote the post on ' "One" , Four phoned me angry, because I would have overlooked.
Says: "Do not you know that there would be no life on Earth, without me?" All the chemistry of carbon is based on the number 4. Not even you'd be there, nice "

must admit that a little 'is right: the first four is the number space.

Let me explain: one, as I said, is that it can not even turn around ... lost in a vacuum. We are all ' "to be or not to be" or so.

With two points make a straight line, and begins a sense of direction (from here or there?). You can make a minimum of choice, for comparison.

With 3 points you rack up a plan, and it's separation barrier. A plan is needed, because the waters were finally separated from the sky, the floor is not the water, and even the sky, but it is necessary because they exist.

And finally the fourth is the conquest of space that we know well, the one-dimensional.
put four balls in a pyramid, and there is no corner of the space that remains inaccessible.
why I said that is space.

say, ".. but Cartesian space has three dimensions, not four!" . Well, you tried to remove mica, the 3-axis, the point of the Summit? The axes do not exist anymore. I'll tell you, to achieve three-dimensional space, you need the 4: 3 is not enough at all.

One says: "So what are the other numbers? "

As usual, nature was abundant mica a handful of numbers ... even endless: a Pandora's box of numbers.
" Ask and you shall receive "; you see that someone was unsure than he needed, and doubt they have been done more than any imaginable application (tie!).

But I would say, from five onwards, the numbers began a little 'less than candid .
numbers that are somewhat hidden, inaccessible.
a little' sneaky, in short, a rip .

The four are easy: 1 + 3: a complete existential identity (one), with the most complete formulation of themselves (3), or you can view it as the third stage of growth for cars -splitting (1 -> 2 -> 4) ... but 5?

The Egyptian pyramids could have a triangular base, no? Were much more symmetrical: so they have a summit that is different from the others. The
5 is asymmetric birth. Watch the hand, a finger is opposed to the courts 4.

E 'futile for shots so far: All the evidence points to think that 5 has to do with the entry in the field of the time dimension ...

A star (I assume a five-point) marks the entrance of the Messiah in the earthly dimension, that is where time exists, and determines the end of things, the transience of existence, the loss of immortality.

And that dimension is very different than the other, is undoubted. If nothing else, because in space you can go back in no time.

So, do not waste it this time, we go for a walk, is coming of spring.

Monday, March 8, 2010

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Tuesday, March 2, 2010

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Me & Mr. Blackground

Despite the pervasive social life remain reluctant to throw in 2.0 square my deepest feelings . Okay ...

Paul, but I feel the uncontrollable need to inform this stage of events that since yesterday some crowding in my mind obsessively.

was 1999, I lost my mentor, Beppe Magri, and lived one of the darkest periods of my life. One afternoon I decided to cross the threshold of your store, I just buy two tickets to a concert. I left after four hours without a ticket but with wagons of records. I remember, I mettesti literally sitting in front of a CD player. A gaping heard Howie B., the Metalheadz crew, Aphrodite, Laurent Garnier, Masters at Work, Ninja Tune Crew, French Touch, Big Beat, Trip Hop, Jungle, Drum and Bass, Techno ...

The turning point. After a few weeks began to pass on those sounds on the radio. You, in stores, giravi crates along the way, got up into a ball and my transmission was clearly spread as far as Piazza Chanoux. Shit, Paul, from the top of your musical experience (and life) I've taken and 'restored', piece after piece, week after week. I remember the blitz in Milan Sor Wolf, away to hear the great fortress of the Maffia, Peshay and Fabio De Luca. Then travel to Tavagnasco, there were Subsonica. And interviews with Pandullo, Rollerblade Inc., Nicola Gaeta. "Bob, look at these magazines, bring them home and read them." Paul, Noise, Blow Up and The Pile buy them today.

"Bob, keep a low profile, do not be talkative. If you go to dinner tonight with the girl, did not speak at all of music. "

" How the heck are you dressed today? Down those pants. "

" Have you ever heard of Bret Easton Ellis? "

Then came the Sweet, epoch-making experience. And Mark Forest, my birthday in 2001, les soirées Electroniques, set in Modena, the one turin, the heading on the heap. You always behind, to dampen the enthusiasm unnecessary, as a good "pragmatic anarchist".

Lately we have seen recently, thanks to my move to the mountains. We were no longer neighbors, but T-shirt "Rumba chewing on vinyl," you have kept aside for months, until I decide to withdraw it. The last text message you sent me a few months says, 'Bob, I love you, but sometimes you really are a freak. " True, but I knew as your pockets.

That's all.

hug.