15/05/08
24/04/08
uk vs usa, ovvero una canzone che (mi) mette tanta allegria
Estelle feat. Kanye West - American Boy (2008)
Kanye West:Just another one champion sound
me and Estelle about to get down
who the hottest in the world right now.
Just touched down in London town.
Bet they give me a pound.
Tell them put the money in my hand right now.
Tell the promoter we need more seats,
we just sold out all the floor seats
Estelle:Chorus Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day.
Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA.
I really want to come kick it with you.
You'll be my American Boy.
He said Hey Sister.
It's really really nice to meet ya.
I just met this 5 foot 7 guys who's just my type.
I like the way he's speaking his confidence is peaking.
Don't like his baggy jeans but I ma like what's underneath it.
And no I aint been to MIA
I heard that Cali never rains and New York heart awaits.
First let's see the west end.
I'll show you to my bridrens.
I'm like this American Boy. American Boy
ChorusTake me on a trip, I'd like to go some day
Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA.
I really want to come kick it with you.
You'll be my American Boy
Can we get away this weekend.
Take me to Broadway.
Let's go shopping baby then we'll go to a Café.
Let's go on the subway.
Take me to your hood.
I neva been to Brooklyn and I'd like to see what's good.
Dress in all your fancy clothes.
Sneaker's looking Fresh to Def I'm lovin those Shell Toes.
Walkin that walk.
Talk that slick talk.
I'm likin this American Boy. American Boy.
Chorus Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day.
Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA.
I really want to come kick it with you.
You'll be my American Boy
Let them kno wagwan blud
Kanye West:Who killin em in the UK. Everybody gonna to say you K, reluctantly, because most of this press don't f**k wit me. Estelle once said to me, cool down down don't act a fool now now. I always act a fool oww oww. Aint nothing new now now. He crazy, I know what ya thinkin. Ribena, I know what you're drinkin. Rap singer. Chain Blinger. Holla at the next chick soon as you're blinkin. What's you're persona. about this American Brama. Am I shallow cuz all my clothes designer. Dressed smart like a London Bloke. Before he speak his suit bespoke. And you thought he was cute before. Look at this P Coat, Tell me he's broke. And I know you're not into all that. I heard your lyrics I feel your spirit. But I still talk that CAAASH. Cuz a lot wags want to hear it. And I'm feelin like Mike at his Baddest. The Pips at they Gladys. And I know they love it. so to hell with all that rubbish
Estelle:Would you be my love, my love.
could be mine
would you be my love my love,
could be mine
Could you be my love, my love.
Would you be my American Boy. American Boy
Chorus Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day
Take me to Chicago, San Francisco Bay.
I really want to come kick it with you.
You'll be my American Boy
23/04/08
j. winterson, "the stone gods" (2007)
"One day, tens of millions of years from now, someone will find me rusted into the mud of a world they have never seen, and when they crumble me between their fingers, it will be you they find." (p. 79) 21/04/08
pure wisdom
"Pooh," he whispered.
"Yes, Piglet?"
"Nothing," said Piglet, taking Pooh's paw, "I just wanted to be sure of you."
16/04/08
una bella notizia e un po’ faghaggine…
il cartone in stop motion
"Rick and Steve, la coppia gay più felice del mondo",
a tematica LGBT,
ha vinto il Pulcinella Awards,
l'Oscar dell'animazione televisiva internazionale.
certa (!) di vederlo presto sulle nostre reti, vi anticipo comunque che nella seria non manca una fag hag (ma che preferisce definirsi “alternative lifestyle companion”), Condi Ling, apparentemente ispirata a Margaret Cho (che ne è la doppiatrice), ma in realtà ispirata alla vostra gingerheidi. Non ci credete? Leggete questo estratto dal sito ufficiale:
Age: 29 and still friggin' single
Occupation: Different things here and there
Interests: Fashion, Men, Gay men, Being a gay man
[…] While she fits comfortably into any soiree, when the party's over, she's always alone and depressed.
[…] PHYSICAL: Rotund, Asian, […] clothes see too tight and kind of trampy, lots of make up.
Oui, je suis Condi Ling!
e alla fine dei miei giorni, come lei, dirò:
I could see my entire life flash before my eyes, like one big gay pride parade.
12/04/08
27/03/08
visitors
now you know I push you back in the daytime.
first, you,
ghost of time present,
kissing my neck, all of a sudden,
in the darkness of a cinema,
your eyes shining bright,
your eyes that won me over...
and then, you, too,
ghost of time past,
with all your contradictions,
in those blue pyjamas I know so well,
leading me by the hand -
yes, just like that night years ago -
under a tiny bridge, on a stone wall...
never thought of a more romantic spot...
and it is pitch dark,
though nothing is darker
than the two black pearls of your eyes,
just like nothing is brighter
than the flame between our bodies...
22/03/08
19/03/08
mario venuti, l'invenzione (2003)
è pur sempre marzo...
12/03/08
happy anniversary!
28/02/08
da una che ha esperienza...
21/02/08
14/02/08
happy valentine! to you, at least...
In our culture, St. Valentine's day is mainly a chance to show you care and that's what I'm doing now. I have no love not celebrate today, no love I miss painfully, no more. What I miss is that caring hand on my arm, the loving support of an elder brother, the challenging debates with a passionate colleague, the moving smiles of a true friend... 09/02/08
these are the thoughts
These are the thoughts that go through my head
In my backyard on a sunday afternoon
When I have the house to myself and Im not
Expending all that energy on fighting with my boyfriend
Is he the one that I will marry?
Why is it so hard to be objective about myself?
Why do I feel cellularly alone?
Am I supposed to live in this crazy city?
Can blindly continued fear induced regurgitated life-denying
Tradition be overcome?
Where does the money go that I send to those in need?
If we have so much why do some people have nothing still?
Why do I feel frantic when I first wake up in the morning?
Why do you say you are spiritual
Yet you treat people like shit?
How can you say youre close to god
And yet you talk behind my back as though I am not
A part of you? why do I say Im fine when its
Obvious Im not? whys it so hard to tell you what I want?
Why cant you just read my mind?
Why do I fear that the quieter I am the less you will listen?
Why do I care whether you like me or not?
Why is it so hard for me to be angry?
Why is it such work to stay conscious and so easy to get stuck
And not the other way around?
Will I ever move back to canada?
Can I be with a lover with whom I am a student and a master?
Why am I encouraged to shut my mouth when it gets too close to home?
Why cannot I live in the moment?
ho sempre adorato questa canzone. sempre vuol dire dagli ultimi giorni del 1999, ma tanto luca ci ha insegnato che “per sempre non esiste”. una volta, appena partita dal cd, mia madre disse “ecco la canzone che heidi mette quando sta inkazzata!”… vero… è una canzone che mi coinvolge tanto da rilassarmi, la canto la maggior parte delle volte piangendo. e serve.
e l’ho risentita l’altro giorno, dopo tantissimo tempo. perché sì, sono inkazzata. perché dopo il vortice della disperazione sono inkazzata. perché sono crollate tutte le grandi e le piccole narrative e l’identità porosa e frammentaria moltiplica all’infinito le tue possibilità, ma prima di addormentarti fa sempre freddo… e non sei ancora diventato un cyborg, anche se ti inquieta l’idea del cellulare a più di un metro dalla tua mano, anche se ti sembra che non abbia senso un mondo senza adsl… e crolla tutto e tutto continua a crollare e i detriti schizzano ovunque e fanno malissimo perché la tua epidermide è ancora umana… e scopri che amici che ritenevi fratelli vivono benissimo senza di te e neanche provano nostalgia… e tu bussi a mille porte e aprono sempre solo quelle sbagliate… e persone che avevi giurato a te stessa che non ti avrebbero fatto più male inventano modi sempre nuovi per farti sentire l’essere più sbagliato mai venuto al mondo… e tutti ti ripetono che la vita è meravigliosa… e non è vero…
e sogno te, immanuel, guardando questo timido sole di primavera.
10/01/08
01/01/08
buon 2008 (a crocette)!
ecco la mia prima cosa realizzata (ok, finita di realizzare) nel 2008...
proposito per l'anno nuovo: trovare SEMPRE il tempo per le cose che mi piacciono davvero e che mi fanno stare bene...
provateci tutti!
PS di brigge: proposito per l'anno nuovo: convincersi che anche se denielkleenex è stato il primo a chiamarti sia a natale che a capodanno (telefonate di 45 minuti circa!) non è "una delle cose che ti fanno stare bene"... visto che puntualmente il discorso ricade sulle sue conquiste...
