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Dear Diary ...




... I must seem strange that you write, because I've never done and you do not exist, right?

The fact is, as you know I do not like the past, I consider him at best a bit 'stale, bland, like those faded photos of long ago, when it's bad and even deceptive, feelings and energy vampire, dark room that should be a sounding board and a chance to play and instead as the years pass is filled with ghosts and painful useless junk. That being the case I wonder why I want to disturb the peace of your non-existence ...

You see, the occasion was the opening words of that your namesake Moretti's film, I was reminded today, but the substance is rather a long wandering through the woods of Portofino, which led me to the top attrverso sea of \u200b\u200bgorse bushes in bloom and the pine trees smelled strong, as they were warmed by the sun. Descending from the sky into the sea, literally, in silence broken only by crickets and the night fell and the lamps plying the calm water, I came to think of those years, great and terrible, that I went through those years without ever really believe in something while everyone else was full of certainties, absolute and unquestionable.

today, reviewing the movie and self-criticism of the first few minutes, it occurred to me that this was not true that I did not believe in anything, that I was empty inside, incurably skeptical. I was only a little imagination, I believed in values \u200b\u200bat the time already a little 'outdated and now missing, ignored in this country where, as the FT, while we're dancing slowly slips into the abyss. Simple values, instinctively recognized and based on the relationship between people, the sincerity, intensity, consistency, research, respect for the suffering and solidarity between human beings, not politics, but directly, because the social status or the color away but we can not returns as soon as you suffer all the same.

values, I thought as I returned to Genoa with the boat, his hand dropped into the water, and still believe in values \u200b\u200bthat are out of time now more than ever, but at least there and let me look in the mirror without exaltation and tranquility.

Yes, I know, dear diary, too, the other, those who believe, and then screaming and then people who have moved in the right and those in privato, anche loro si mettono davanti al vetro, spesso addirittura compiaciuti.

Ma vedi, quello non è uno specchio: è la televisione.

Angelo

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Wolfram like fire, but my eyes are as cold as dead ashes

E 'created a new search engine to obtain information from the Internet. This time, however, is not like all the others: its peculiarity is to understand the questions that you do and offer meaningful responses, unlike other search engines like Google that give us a list of websites corresponding to the keywords you are looking for. His name is Wolfram Alpha and if you ask the question (in English) "What are you?" we answer:

  " I am a computational knowledge engine." We can for example 

ask for the weather in a given city, asking "weather imola" and we will respond with graphs and charts on rainfall, temperatures and even the history of weather in Imola. If we ask the solution to a quadratic equation, wolfram we will respond with the study of the function, or we can search for "John Lennon " getting information about the life of the famous musician. We can also ask

"Where am I?" or to know where he lives Wolfram, "where are you?" . Wolfram will say to us who live on the internet ...

Try asking "What's your name? .

Just ask "Hello .

For fun you might as well ask "How many roads must a man walk down before you can Call Him A Man? "or" What is the answer to life? "

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Distesi al sole

If it's sunny there from Piazza Venezia to Quadraro. Rome I walk in a zig zag. Have you seen the Piazza Venezia at 6:30 in the morning, the sky faded from the freshness of the air just colored by the sun? Not a tourist. Only a few employee travel. Have you ever arrived in front of the Roman Forum before the trucks of drinks? You've never seen so empty and lost in a time that you can not count? And if you do not understand most is early or late. Dubitare di essere gli ultimi e non i primi?
Chiudersi per ore in una sala come in un paese straniero senza sapere nemmeno se fuori il sole ha iniziato a consumare gli odori nei colori del mezzogiorno. Siete mai usciti di corsa e avete sbattuto contro lo stordimento di una periferia alle due del pomeriggio? Con la sovrapposizione di ogni riferimento e rapiti dal ciarlare delle ragazzine uscite da scuola? E avete pensato che era bello? Il silenzio e le girandole sui terazzi delle case basse di un quartiere dormitorio che si prepara il caffé mentre tu ti perdi a trovare una improvvisata sala prove? Tranquillizzata dall’inaspettata vitalità rosicchiata in tante botteghe e laboratori nei sottoscala e nei cortili.

Il cuore ci sta scivolando verso feet. The heart is too full of thoughts, the thought of not belonging and the need to remain standing. Rome from the first six of a morning sunrise of the next.


thought I dedicate this to the Capitol, the Tram 3 (which is no more tram), the winery of San Lorenzo and the new colonization of Trastevere, the metro Porta Foxy Cinecittà and the unknown. To the sea of \u200b\u200bOstia and bicycles. At 780 and the viaduct Maiana. A Portaportese to Centocelle and Pigneto.
Remembering that I do not know how to lose Garbatella.


in an old ice cream shop just behind Piazza Navona, the mistakes I committed to yet another foreign and smiles almost met quando capisce che sono italiana.

IN CUFFIA: UNA GIORNATA PERFETTA, VINICO CAPOSSELA

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