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Soft and stray

My new novel.

A "yellow" in full rule, but the characteristics highly unpredictable, passionate hunt for "guilty" that winds among continuous twists through the world of ultras of football, show business television and fanatics of the "high" total. From the delirium of the rave party at the wild cheering of the curve Marathon, from the classroom to the allurements of misunderstandings sidewalks at night, by a kind of "kitchen" very uneven as tender and delicate desire for a woman to become a mother.

A crowd of quirky humor and vivid characters portrayed with human participation, no indulgences or false morality, moves in a Turin unpublished backdrop of a plot fast-paced adventure that revolves around the dissolution of a difficult riddle: who is the father of the new "butterfly shell"?

Gianluca Bellassai
Soft and strays, Neos editions
ISBN: 9788895899510

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When it rains and I'm on the balcony, I think of unnecessary things.

Then it rained all day today.
Then it rained all day.
Then when it rains I'm on the balcony of our apartment in the suburbs, which is the longest and coolest around the building, the first time that my mother looked the other tenants down because we were quellicolterrazzotosto and then if a lot of the bulla.
Then when it rains and I'm on the balcony, I will always think of someone then that is when it rains even on the balcony and smoke a cigarette.
The rain has always inspired me cigarettes.
And today I thought then that the rain and is on the balcony to smoke a new and beautiful blue diana .
Ah, yes, now I can breathe a sigh of relief.
am finally able to put a quote of somewhere far away, that since I came out to Encyclopedia parcels eligible candidates for the head to be thrown there, in every conversation.
But then I always hold back.
Then when it rains and I'm on the balcony makes me think of unnecessary things. I will
thirty-one teams in mind that sooner or later I'll download the discography by Charles.
them to me also note, you never know.
I am reminded that color as if there were people watching me or hearts to lose. I think the
fotoforicità of our ambitions.
And because it's raining, I also think that the world sucks just do cloudy. Then
to resurrect the things you have to be honest.
But that does not write it in italics.
This is true enough.

Then I think I want to go to San Marino to see Monet, Cezanne and Renoir, but my father says that if it rains I do not have proper shoes.
And this superfluity beats by far my thoughts when it rains and then I'm on the balcony.

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Diamanda Galas on Yoko Ono and Beatles

carries a statement of Diamanda Galas, singer and artist is a bit 'outside the lines. The
ask the person who has influenced over the years.
Answer:
"Certainly not Yoko Ono. When it comes to creative voice, always check her. And she claims to have taught all around us, including me. ... Who is that bitch Yoko Ono? We would not even talk if he had not married John Lennon. And who was John Lennon? The singer of the Beatles, that is a fucking pop band. I was there in the sixty, and listened to the Supremes, not the Beatles. "

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I, on Saturday evening and the meringues with chocolate.

What then to me the chocolate meringues me such shit, to put it Lietti. The sweet
in general I do not like it, really. Not at all.


Dai. Bon. What I'm here tomorrow.

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fen biscuit

Hey, folks! How about a new dive into the magical world of heating? After the radiator-stream, autumn brings a new room in my nice friend: termoventiatore alien! A contraption down like a basset hound, gray as a rat, loud as a helicopter, rotating as a weapon of expression Xeena and with astonishment. Yes, surprise ...

Quanto lo amo! Certo questo non era l'aggiornamento più interessante che potessi scrivere.
Oh beh, ecco un aggiornamento che potreste considerare davvero interessante (come facciate a non trovare entusiasmante il mio termoventilatore dovrete spiegarmelo...): lo scorso giovedì sono stata in radio! Sinistra universitaria organizza tutta una serie di progetti molto fighi e io ho deciso di partecipare a RadioAttiva: quaranta minuti di diretta gestiti da studenti universitari di Firenze. Ora potete dare un senso alla vostra vita ascoltandoci in radio sulla frequenza 101.5, se vi trovate nel territorio di Firenze, o sul sito www.novaradio.info, ogni giovedì alle 18.00.
Grazie al cielo la mia rubrica dura poco, siatene rincuorati.
Ora perdonatemi ma il termoventilatore alieno ha surriscaldato la stanza e mi vedo costretta a cedere ad una morte lunga e dolorosa.
Goodbye folks,

Marzia

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to play in Forlì.

Anxiety. What
dropped.
Vez.
Zero.
Verme.
Bomb.
away.
Fail.
Royal.
quiet.
The insect mask.
Yet the dog.
Fbyc.
Occhei beautiful.
The worse person. And most
.
a pinch.
Gallo. This
is my tigersuit!
Ole.
pieri go hence.
Mainstream.
Charles says he has no more intention to take away with them.
What weeping. How
. With the implicit question, of course. What
speeches.
Cat. It's a cool cat .
scene.
Indiemmerda.
electronics.
shaved.
Diobono. (The worm)
Post punk.
the British.
Cit.
ask shield.
Mod
Honest. And sincere.
Moccasins.
Vegan. Incoming
.
More. (@ Quattordicinovembreventidieci diagonal, be there.)
As polyp.
The hill in the summer.
The riot at Vidia, in the winter.
sitting tight.
Burn. That's a major burn.
Panc.
Fico.
architecture, photography, design or the academy of arts in Venice city. This is short, but
dioculo.

Here, living in Forlì is a bit 'so.
A bit 'sad.
A little 'you can not do without it, there just run away.

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when I think, I get the foot cramps.

I listened to The Inuit Sessions.
I have not even thought of.
I did not think it could have hurt me.
fact.
It made me sick.
A thick chest.
A cramp in the foot.
As usual.
The Mago is back.
But I have not thought of.

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Travel diary, a short one

Addormentarsi cullati dallo scroscio dell'acqua, come se il sonno ci avesse colto nel mezzo di un'amena radura: quali parole possono descrivere questa sensazione? Oh sì, grandissima rottura di coglioni!
Prima i termosifoni non funzionavano, ora funzionano ma con questo sciacquettio in sottofondo a tutte le ore, che dio li maledica!
Tralasciando ciò, la mia vita da matricola terrona prosegue bene: il fine settimana mi ha vista vagare per l'Emilia, tra Ferrara e Bologna.
Small note on the first: it does not offend the Ferrarese, but the city has something disturbing, how to get around the scene of a crime. Silent streets, gray sky ... Find out what is Ferrarese Brondi Vasco and I'll explain a lot. Do not get me wrong though: architecturally beautiful city, an interesting exhibition of Chardin has led me and then I also caught the stalls of used books (3 € for "Nobody writes to the Colonel")! What I complain?
Bologna, however, is another story, besides being the other city Vasco, that is me in the balls. God, how you cursed the radiators sciacquettanti, bless the arcades of Bologna! And the guy who sold us the warm baguette make the sandwiches, while you're at. Imposing
, swarming, the bus costs twenty cents less than in Florence (the drivers are, however, the balls break even if you change the region, there is nothing to do), visits to various churches and is free and if it rains you can also leave the 'umbrella in the bag (the arcade, of course).
After the book of Ferrara, Bologna booty were the first of many CDs that will drain my wallet this month: Kings of Leon and The Smiths.
My wandering then ended Monday night with the return to Florence and the reopening of the books of law, not break away from such account except in cases of force majeure, such as:
1) go to the bathroom
2) eat but only when the need becomes urgent
3) attend the Rugby Italy - Australia's 20
4) to go to a concert that Ferrara Vasco Brondi
5) write crap on this blog

Now excuse me, but there to put into practice step 2.

Marzia

PS: A big kiss to my little cousin who emigrated, good wander to you too!

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occheibella.

Son destroyed.
I'm standing, really. Son
two days that my legs do not stop shaking and I have not quite determined if the matter or bother me after all I like. Before
impatience, then the pogo, cold and fatigue.
Occhei, perhaps even the size 36 shoes. These are 21:42
is halloween. Meta
Valverde. Meta
quiet.
Obviously we came out too early and obviously makes a chill cat.
Here you roll all the straw, I'm always the one who does not smoke and always the only balls that turn to the stranger comes to ask for a light.
Look, I'm sorry, just do not smoke.
Inside is a heat wave. Almost
preferred the cold cat, yes. There
hoarding of chairs, beer in hand.
People who arrives, sits down and attack button. It
they say random things, do not even remember well, only this tall blonde with lots of glasses which I steal a glass of wine, twice.
And a friend of his that makes us the big picture with the camera.
And another that says that everything is due to the math, every behavior, every feeling.
The sensible thing is to convince and finish well. The
Ilaria not. The Ilaria smokes his cigarette and says
No, I just can not believe it. By Ilaria
well spoken, people are talking about. It has a beautiful head, turn the right way.
Descending just in time and I can sit in the front row, strategically to the side. In pogo
there I just want to finish.
sooner said than done. The first three notes
Zatti ago and stage diving.
on me. Part I
a contact lens and all night I see a little 'fuzzy and a little' no, as if it were not enough alcohol and anxiety.
sweat like animals, eaves. And 'hot shit. And the pogo is unspeakable.
singing loudly, in fact today I have no voice. I
a concert so I'll dream the night, clear.
all of a sudden I find myself writing the arms and back. With the indelible
.
Yes mom, I go to sleep by Giorgia, we watch a film and go to bed. Yes

We move through the streets of Furla, deserted.
Not even the children.
ok, are three in the morning.
We stop at the Abbey, we are, we drink.
speak with a surrogate of Robert Smith.
Others talk, I will do my cocks at the moment. Are the four
emmezza.
Let's go to Richard.
go to sleep, go.
not really nobody sleeps up to 6. It
they say random things to change.
Occhei beautiful.
Grab a blanket and hold me close, the bed was incredibly uncomfortable.
Son and the seven emmezza me sleep. Son
eight emmezza and I'm awake.
Richi, I'm hungry.
We have breakfast, watch the TV home shopping in a speech just is not sensible to anyone. Then yesterday I had
Magone, on my own, so I kept my eyes closed and I slept, which I served.
And I wanted quiet.
Sbarbaggine my boundless.


design up there I have it on my arm, made me Michael, the young wine.