Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Coloring Worksheets Monster Energy
Culture is a vital need in the image of Water.
But Image of water, she is not an unlimited resource.
And today we overusing the "bonanza" of Culture ...
How many pictures embedded in Flickr?
How many songs engulfed in Myspace? How many texts
dissolved in Blogger? It squanders
Cultural Heritage!
Now there is more than just
"It looks like ...."
"It looks like ..."
"New ...."
THE EMPTY!
THE EMPTY!
THE EMPTY!
.................
The feeling that culture is a Supernova poised to collapse on itself.
All this will end in a Black Hole that will engulf us.
A return to the Dark Ages ...
Trumpets will sound! The Sabres
leave their sleeve!
The Cross of Christ rising in the sky!
The Triumph of inculturation.
.................
It screams that the Earth is murdered.
That we'll die all the pollution.
It announces the death of the body.
I announce the death of the Spirit!
Saturday, April 19, 2008
Saturday, April 12, 2008
Long Does Take Laxatives Kick
lie on a bed stratospheric
With the urge to tear myself away from my organic clusters.
tear me and raise me.
Melt three hundred one thousand kilometers per second,
History sow light.
blinding light ... I
filerai and disintegrate the stars and planets. The
remove until the last atom.
Atoms in my way ...
annihilate black holes, and suck
vacuum.
The vacuum weighs on me ...
.
.
.
Finally,
After a journey of a thousand million years I will be arriving after
mill Universe
What I like destroyed nine hundred and ninety nine.
More Light
More Atoms
More Empty
.
.
.
There will be nothing
The Nothing suits me ... Nothing
The spectrum and neurological ...
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
Ilena Velba New 2010 Nadine
We were friends,
that day of February
There we were,
Without great experiment ...
had to be
And there we were.
Over three million
A scream, scream!
"NO TO WAR!"
"NO TO WAR!"
"NO TO WAR!"
"NO TO WAR!
"NO TO WAR!"
"NO TO WAR!"
"NO TO WAR!"
"NO TO WAR!"
"NO TO WAR!"
"NO TO WAR!"
"No to ...."
.
.
.
How do you know Amico
We have heard ....
.
.
.
.
And then,
And then there was the damn evening of March 19
Vigiglia of that danatissimo March 20.
In your room,
Ad'aspettare.
Wait for the first droplet of blood on the sand ...
Waiting and listening that your poem.
Your mother, your country, your even ...
.
.
.
.
Five years have passed since
E les droplets turned into a river of blood
And we
We who were there,
No "three million"
We are used to ...
(probable shells, my Italian is rusty)