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KALEIDOSCOPE 10 - Conclusion?

Gabriel smiled at mo 'goodbye, closed the door behind him step by step and kept walking. D *** A *** reread the last sentence he had written, and then laid down his pen and looked toward the door where his nephew Gabriel had just left.
"Keep smiling son," he said.
Finish.

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At the end we are at home. Passed
; deleterious day, starting from the funeral, few people, some family and some colleagues uncomfortable, it can be well say that they came more for themselves than anything else, the self-imposed form of morality .... nothing wrong, after all, was how the implementation of a corporate strategy: functional to achieve its objective, it does not matter that it was some kind of financial transaction, or rather (as in this case) the possibility of blissful sleep tonight ..... fulfill a social role conventionally made them feel some better, even now they had made useful to the company / companies.
I watched them while they were lining up to extend my condolences to Gabri, employees seemed to me that they were going to have a punch, but I could not tell me nothing .... in truth I was not very different from them, I was there to perform a function.
Gabriel was still very shaken, on the other hand he had found the body of his father, Michele .... apparently a heart attack. The next day had past history do not know what to write for the death of his father, to me seemed a good idea, even though the story seemed to me un'indigesta and heavy jumble of thoughts without rhyme or reason, but this off she would not confess even under torture.
Every now and then touched her hand, he turned and tried to smile, his eyes were shiny, his hair soft, and embraced him during his funeral bouquet teased my imagination, I had an erection .... Eros and Thanatos .... no, I was not different from those other people .....


I leave the bathroom, he's lying in his underwear, clapping him on the mattress, a few moments and we find ourselves naked on the bed, I savor a kiss, I close my eyes, I remember our first kiss that night in a farm ...



There was a concert by a friend of mine, someone had submitted a part of me shuddered ... his smile had dissolved the world around me and I revel in uneven perceptions "Back-Luke" I was only able to say that the language seemed to stumble on every syllable.
I, terrified, upset, I wanted to steal that smile and hold it in your pocket to be able to gaze furtively wherever I went.
During the concert I did not see more, lost in the crowd of people dancing. A few beers later I had lost hope to meet him again, a bit 'sadly I was heading to the fields to piss.
The lights of the farmhouse behind me, music is now weak.
lying on the grass I see a shadow, sometimes dissipated from a solid color .... cadenced fire, it almost seems to have its own rhythm.
The shadow slowly turns and smiles at me
"Want a hit?" eyes were accustomed to the darkness, I admit, he is the man as he turned I saw her smile so blooming in the moonlight, I remember thinking at the flowers that bloom in the evening. I sit beside him, talking for a while ', our faces are close, I can feel the caress of his breath on my neck when he turns to me. The lips are close slowly. The kiss. Suddenly I feel all over again, the wet grass beneath me, the rustle of clothes, the faint smell of beer in his kiss. It was a kiss dirt. The most savored with a taste for this. We detach slowly. I get close to his ear and whisper: "I have stolen a breath, but you can resume whenever you want," she laughs, looks at me incomprehensible, "Look who I want it back with interest ...."
I take one of his hands in mine and me to his lips. The moonlight illuminates small ink smudging. He notices my eyes .... "Sperm is" he laughs, I remain somewhat perplexed .... "The ink is the sperm of the writers ".... Perhaps this time is the right one .... is my last thought, then I let my hands continue their scavenger hunt ...





... mumble creaking of the bed, then a fire inside, his back in an arc voltage, I rise on him, the body is sweating, my muscles contract before relaxing as a wave after the transition, I lay me down softly, our fingers are intertwined.
Gabriel gets astride me, her sheets writhing on the ground in a bad way; clothes scattered around the room seem to trace the steps of a broken frozen choreography at its finest ... a deeper breath, I am on the chest. Yes
was just a fucking twelve-tone.
He bends to kiss me, I passed a hand on his chest, his fingers dripping watch "How many people have abortions spreading throughout This special?" ride enough to get us two or three novels I would say "we hug .... the light veil of his beard tickles my forehead, his novels m'invischiano the body .... is just right before I fall asleep ....

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Musicology gay

I happened recently to leggiucchiare on the site of the atom. (Homosexual themes Association) a post on the relationship between music and homosexuality.

http://piacenzagay.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-video-della-settimana.html

A post which rightly complained about the banality is dealt with homosexual identity in the Italian cultural scene (see Tatangelo). I admit, however, have found the video of trivial Levi Kreis ("we are ok") as a positive example instead led ... Uhmmm is true that "de gustibus non est disputandum", but frankly it seemed a bit 'not a backstreet boys .... eheheheh I would say that we have a boy-band too well without further sickly sweet songs! Then I thought of posting some videos alternative answer. The comments also will post the lyrics.

Vista criptolesbica my nature started by a song ("Adrenaline") which is a collaboration of the MAB with the fantastic Giuni Russian ... I find that the music is very interesting with the transition from the harsh sounds of typical hard rock vocal virtuosity of the Mab Giuni .... the text is pretty cool and then rips the veil of standardization of eros that society offers us. So I leave you to shake "adrenaline" of these miraculous maidens so you can sing with them, "my system is tired of eroticism white!"

The second video is of Franz Ferdinand but the song is "Michael" and describes a homosexual encounter in a disco, then dedicated this "beautiful boy on a beautiful dancefloor." The video really is not much, but the text is great, if you know a little 'English you read in the comments.

The last video that I propose for today is that of a famous song by Electric Six "Gay Bar" where you see the gay version of Abraham Lincoln that calls the listener to follow him to gay bars because , says, "I've got something to put in you ..." hahaha it is hilarious, enjoy.

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KALEIDOSCOPE 09 - Silence




A flourish of his hand to put aside thoughts after you hung up the phone. The pendulum
whispers that have the time available.
strange coincidence it had to feel right now. When I decided I could not remember the day that I should go see him .... or maybe I chose this day to have an excuse to not visit ... would be fun, almost paradoxical ...
... That's enough jokes, you have to think about serious things, his voice, the voice of D *** A ***, the voice of my father, should not be the last ...
I have to fix it. In
room should still be cassettes - melancholy smile - those on which to record the words to give my body to compose poems.
A quick touch to the front door in the passage. Open. Perfect. Recorder on the desk and leaned heavily in his hands one of the many boxes in his room, a look at the date ... 7 years ago, should work. Ultimately that is the other one.
- Michele moves the chair by the desk and sits down with his back entrance -
- With the hand feels the jacket -... the bag is in place.
reviewed in mind the list of things she had to do ... nodded thinking that the letter had already sent a couple of hours earlier.
Well, now that things were in place practices could begin.
She brought the papers to him, he wanted Gabriele saw ... turned on the recorder - Tump - these ... awakened from its lethargy snorted, cried, scatarrò out a voice.
He heard her voice, a voice heavy weight of the powder of seven years, beginning with the date and then he left blank a moment, then he announced the title ... In fact here is: "Silence" the voice of his mind this echoed that of his past, I ... no, do not remember this.
waited a few moments waiting to begin, then the moments when it became too much frowned and after he rewound the tape again invariably repeated the same sequence of sounds, as had been planned.
... But of course, silence, hour recall, at that time far more fascinated by the silence of words, another strange coincidence, perhaps too many, the thought of his letter and then sat on the chair more comfortable and continued to listen to silence while the shadow of Gabriel, who had continued to fix it since he sat down he began to speak:


Shadow: Funny how the words bounce between ourselves, those same words that came out that we seem not to want to return us to those sounds which we are deaf, but that claim to be heard by the other ... being accepted by others.
possible that the only real communication with oneself is constituted by what appears to be the negation of the communication?
possible that what is commonly represented as an inconsistency, insuperable barrier between speaker and listener is actually the only thread that connects the souls ... the souls of our own and I with the other, or rather with the images of the souls of others who are in our own me?
possible that where the truth finally spoken fail triumphs but the Truth, that Truth does not need to be expressed, and that even if explicitly betrays itself and becomes something other than, and therefore non-truth? Truth that requires only the silence to be educated? (That is rediscovered in our own mind, the image the soul that we have in our souls and no idea of \u200b\u200bour mind or we think that we want other souls, the souls of others have.)
The Silence ... if all else is futile, why not just listen ... ... .... .... ...
Idea: Perhaps because everything else is useless: it is what is reality and then our being.
Shadow: I do not think the rest is perhaps not only our way of being as such?
Idea: can possibly be given without BEING the way it is?
Shadow: Not in reality, not in this reality that is constituted by the rest from non-silence, from the bay.
Idea: You tipping the concepts, for you become vain and abstraction of the concrete foundation of the very silence, the silence only allowing you admit humans only what is common to all men and because universal human needs no words to express it.
Shadow: So why is and should be only that which is universal for all can be the foundation of what is predicable of all men there.
That is the essence of man, the only part of which should be taken into account.
Idea: Assume also that it is as you say, you're ready to lose yourself? Because what makes you such is not the existence which is common to all, what characterizes you and you have made is what you call in vain.
Shadow: I'm ready to lose myself if it means to take the existence and essence, if not my own, of all things.
Idea: So you're ready to deny the thoughts that brought you to this concept and, ultimately, you are ready to give up on this same concept of your existence?
Shadow: .... .... .... .... .... ....
Idea: This concept that you have is itself part of what defines space, it is not universal, so much so that you needed to put into words, and you can say that in expressing them in contradicting the fact ... it is because you are made this way and in anyone else that you could take this idea, and now, because this idea says that only the most essential and important because it makes itself manifest as peculiar and then inessential, for all those reasons you're ready to cancel too along with all the "vain"?
Shadow: ..... ...... ....... ....... ....
Idea: But if you do not want / can, bring it to its logical conclusion, consistent with itself, erasing it, that you can not put it down gently as something fragile and precious to your shoulders with the other things that have lived and passed and make some progress in the knowledge that this progress, this thy become something other than what they were before though still yourself, is also due to what you've been.
The result is due to a foundation, and, as the first not the second, they may not even be totally different.
Shadow: You're telling me to leave the forgotten silence?
Idea: I'm saying that silence is as important as what is not silence.
Shadow: So it's decided: Silence does not utter words in silence, but I'll do it in my words that there are echoes of the unspoken Silence and silences that speak the words my soul.
Nasty Words of unspoken words and silences filled with meaningful hints.


Gabriel smiled, smiled and walked a few steps.

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Tummy Ache election

The die is cast, the elections are over and we find ourselves with the Italian government that we deserve. Nothing to say, are basically the rules of democracy, and Italy is clearly shifted to the right. Just a moment to reflect on the paradoxes of history to understand that Count Camillo Benso di Cavour, the father of history right on certain issues (one in all, a secular state), was much more to the left of the Democratic Party veltroni. We must therefore arm ourselves with pragmatism and face the reality that elections are not won in Italy with his head, but with the belly, with the portfolio and with the image. We can say that we already knew, after all, because "hardened paunch", to quote Dante, voter average face is easily influence by flattery and the fabled promise of greater wealth, as well as the bogeymen of "different" playing on the irrational and evoked self-preservation instinct that is triggered when you are faced with hazards are real or imaginary. It is not nothing new if it's true what they say Guicciardini centuries ago, the Italians are forgotten before the death of his father that the loss of the portfolio.

But that left some of my snobbery does not help to resolve the situation, it is useless to shut themselves up in their ivory tower dispensing with contemptuous arrogance looks at the world around us as if we did not live in that same world. Similarly explaining, as Diliberto, the failure of the left, and I refer specifically to the dramatic collapse of the left rainbow, by reducing everything to the lack of the hammer and sickle symbol, it means only show not to be able to do a basic policy analysis. Then now that the project of the PDCI, according to Diliberto, should be to reconnect and return to that political ritch (exact words) was interrupted in 1984 with the death of Berlinguer, I think it's crazy and it becomes clear indication of myopia that does not allow the political elite of Italian society to understand anything now. The causes of the defeat, in my opinion, are well other. First and foremost, of course, the support given to the outgoing government without this commitment be matched by the implementation of any of the reforms that the left had to be spokesman. Second, even if they are structurally more important, the impression that the new unitary subject was disorganized and unprepared. Certainly his birth was a necessary response to the road taken by Veltroni, but has always remained the feeling that you were chasing a goal not just heard. Thus, even the program, I feel that reflected the role of "civic consciousness" of centrist parties that the left has found itself in the last decade (for reference only to what I experienced first hand). Full of ideas interesting and (from my point of view) fully agree with the ethical values \u200b\u200band of those, the program left the rainbow But it lacked the requisite organic and economic pragmatism. That is to say that it was just the ideal plan, but did not propose a very solid and achievable plan that would ensure governability. This is not criticism of a vote or a voter who knows what liberal political force ... I voted left rainbow and I do not regret doing it but how do those who are always ready to abandon the boat of losers at the first signs of storm. This does not mean she can not criticize their choices, with constructive ends, of course. After all even too often they are leftists are ready to cite Marx as if it were gospel (plus local and national level, it is true), but I'm an atheist in every sense and does not replace an icon with another deifying the thought of a man, however acute, did an analysis based on the situation of his time (I only remember that the capital was published in 1867 !!!!!). So it makes no sense to me to be accused of being a reformist, not to be a Communist or who knows what else, it seems that everything depends on the terms, if mean communist who slavishly follows the "doctrine" and that Marx's economic thought that in the Capital there is a magic recipe for the economic situation of any historical period, well then they are not actually communist because I believe that Marx's thought can give some interesting yes, but no concrete answers to the needs of the present.

What then is the solution? Well, here falls ass and I with it. I admit that I still have the ideas clear enough to answer this, I just here trying to make sense of what has happened, the critical reflection is just the first step, but it is an essential starting point to rebuild something that really makes sense. Of course, the immediate thing to do I think it groped more local roots, act locally so decided and be receptive to the needs of a world that, as a bit 'musty and repetitive (as evidenced by the Berlusconi III), it is just frozen up positions imperishable, because, as Galileo said ..... "And yet it moves." (Hopefully for the better)