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tarantolate

Non
can stand still and move to the peninsula
always pursued relentlessly by the magic
dowsers
restlessly in search of places and absent
A desire Desire Elsewhere
fire road.
voracious.

... It is said that the tarantula can be plucked from the rest only
in continuous motion ...

Terre
red and burned south of Terre, Terre
borderlands where the land ends.
circle that closes the circle that opens
tightening, pushing
Circle that embraces and drives then you
Inside the circle of voodoo threw me
And there I see that life is that moment.
Chess Chess Satan!
Cast out the devil and it will pass!
Cast out the evil that we have inside!
And I'm not stop!

This is the evil that I bring him for twenty years

Stop do not know to be nowhere
Roll roll roll the rock
Roll on, roll down
E The moss is growing on the stone.

(adapted from Il Ballo di San Vito V. Capossela)

St. Vitus dance : Expression popular styling of Sydenham chorea, also known as infectious or rheumatic chorea. It's encephalitis that appears in people who show or have rheumatism (rheumatic fever, tonsillar angina, endocarditis, rheumatic, etc..), Most often in childhood. Start with changes in the character and behavior, after which arise typical choreic movements (involuntary movements, abrupt and irregular, hands, limbs and trunk), accompanied by hypotonia, and mental disorders of varying severity. Heals in a month or two, often with sequelae (tics, tremors, anxiety, emotional lability, etc.).. Frequent relapses and recurrences, especially in pregnancy. Treatment consists of prevention and treatment of acute articular rheumatism, as well as the surgical removal of the outbreaks and treatment sedative.

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The world's oldest working

No, not that of a bitch. Even Barney Rubble, Fred Flistones's friend, was a promoter for Camel and Wistons. The
gadgetz were flint lighters and key rings of dinosaur skin.
(The question arises: but then, how many years which has the the Paoloni?!?)

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Hitchhiking

Mi metto a volte nei panni di chi guida solitario per strade solitarie, a bordo di una fiat panda, o di un'audi, o di un'apecar, o di un camion a rimorchio. Mi immagino di scorgere da lontano, sul ciglio della strada, un autostoppista (solitario quanto me alla guida sulla strada solitaria), visibile come un monumento lontano, come un silos per le granaglie. Cercherei di squadrarlo lentamente mentre mi avvicino, di spogliarmelo e rigirarmelo nella mente con anticipo, innestare le quattro frecce, accostare, abbassare il finestrino e chiedere in che direzione è diretto per poi dirgli ruvidamente "Monta su".

C'era quel Ljoscha di Pushkin, che ascoltava musica trance, a cui tradussi le parole di White Rabbit dei Jefferson Airplane ( ...one pill makes you larger, and one pill makes you small, and the one that mother gives you doesn't do anything at all... ), che strinse poi amicizia con Maksim, alla fine gli lasciai un disegno sul sedile posteriore prima che ci abbandonasse ad una stazione deserta.
E Quello che ci caricò lungo una stradina sterrata in mezzo ai boschi, stupito del fatto che noi così tranquillamente stavamo attraversando una ex zona militare del KGB, inconsapevoli dei pericoli...
Poi quel Furgonista (Armenian or kazakistano and who knows?) With incredibly hairy arms, driving a white van, which stopped, yes, but 100 meters later, apparently to fix the van, ignore us completely, cleaned the glass with exaggerated precision, it also helps us in silence, stall and threw quick glances at us and our dusty backpacks, and then when it finally decided to get back on the road with us on board, without saying a word, no asked us anything, turned on the radio and we stand in the dark outskirts of a town in Belarus.
And I said, "montasù" even Manuel, with whom we are now now friends and see each time I venture to the hills of Bologna, every time he pretends to be back and I autistapercaso hitchhiker.
There was recently a Lilliputian Bengali, who drove with the seat attached to the steering wheel, which stopped to pick up me and my friend in Fresh Lazzeretto area when we had already missed the last bus at midnight and half.
But the best were the Elves Bresciani, driving their little house on wheels, Simon and Clare had a look incredibly sharp even in its transcendent loveliness, the look of just who has just returned from a trip to India, like them. We lost after the first 500 meters, maybe the fault of chiloom on in the name of the brotherhood of all peoples.

people helping, not let you weigh, and to which you can barely say thank you. Situations in which the words are not necessary, because one little action has already established itself a strong bond between solitary on a trip.


I do not recommend On the Road by Jack Kerouac, because it made me so disgusted that I left it on page 50. Read
rather Under the Skin by Michel Faber , the story of a certain Isserley driving through the deserted streets of the Scottish Highlands looking for male hitchhikers ...