Not to blow my own horn, but my iMix is first on the iTunes chart…

While you guys fool around on holiday I am working in milan.
I fear that, as usual, the best things happen on the margins.
The margin last night was the the theatre del verme. Greatest last night of the milanese.
http://www.provincia.milano.it/opencms/opencms/cultura/manifestazioni/altresedi/milanesiana_2006/index.html The culture, the intelligence, more than the fooling around along the beach.
Putstanding performance as usual of alessandro bergonzoni.
Bergonzoni is a genius, a breath of fresh air, originality, of intelligence, soething else.
News about him here http://www.alessandrobergonzoni.it/#
Then great finale with a concert by elio e le storie tese.
This happens, this is worth watching.
All the rest is conformist…

my music?
here:
http://phobos.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewIMix?id=167368936

With your wife who washed the plates in kitchen and did not understand
with your daughter smiling who tried its new garment
with the radio buzzing
for the world strange things
and the breath of your dog that slept.

With your always ready saints to bless your efforts for the bread
with your blonde child to which you have given a gun for christmas
that it seems real,
with the bed in which your wife
has never known to give to you
and the glasses that soon you will have to change.

How is it that you can’t fly anymore
How is it that you can’t fly anymore
How is it that you can’t fly anymore
How is it that you can’t fly anymore

With your windows opened on the street and the eyes closed on people
with your tranquillity, lucidity, permanent satisfaction
your tail of reciprocation
your clouds on rent
Your sparrows on guard over the roof.

With yours francescanism on episodes and your sweet consistency
with your purged oxygen and your regulated waves in a room
with the permission to transmit
and the prohibition to speak
and every day another day to count.

How is it that you can’t fly anymore
How is it that you can’t fly anymore
How is it that you can’t fly anymore
How is it that you can’t fly anymore

With your slow enthusiasms specified from seasoned memories
and sleeping beauty that awakens to all your gifts
with your collections
of complicated words
your last song for the summer.

With your hands made of paper in order to wrap other normal hands
With the idiot in the garden to isolate your better roses
with your mountain cold
and the prohibition to sweat
and nothing more to be ashamed of.

How is it that you can’t fly anymore
How is it that you can’t fly anymore
How is it that you can’t fly anymore
How is it that you can’t fly anymore

Fabrizio de andrè

-it was suggested to me to eat paw paw, to reconstitute.
You’ll see, it’ll work – they told me – it’s the same that the pope took.
It actually works; I really feel like blessing.
-facts don’t exist, only opinions.
-remember to build a see-saw for the wall.
-i hate people, I love persons.
-what I do is not fundamental, but it is necessary that I do it.
-who complains of something is what that thing has provoked: only who is stuck in traffic says “fuck there is a lot of traffic today”, if he was in the middle of the ocean on a boat surely won’t complain of too many cars.
-the hope, the certainty, the possibility to become river before having completed the water course first.
-i feel more comprehensive towards serious guilt than light ones: if someone does a bank robbery he’s probably in need of the money and he even puts his life in grave danger. But if one litters he’s only a big asshole. 10 years for who litters and acquit rapist and robbers…
-life is dirty, to know it better it is necessary to get your hands dirty.
-everything is the opposite of everything. Everything is the opposite of everything.
-i don’t do charity. It is not more nor less than the ones that say they do it, at least it is more sincere.
-it’s not that I like you, it’s that I like myself when I’m with you.
-write on the bathroom mirror: think before you speak!
-make a t-shirt with the writing the other way round that says: “you look at yourself too much in the mirror!”
-there was that guy that was so bad he even hated plants, lettuce, peppers, tomatoes… therefore he was a violent vegan.
-and to end up with Cage: “I have nothing to say, and I am saying it…