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...queen of fags ...un'etero illuminata ...bridget jones from samniumgingerheidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14383536485324391467noreply@blogger.comBlogger91125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232422334816183674.post-16756715548140217282008-05-15T13:43:00.001+02:002008-05-15T13:48:26.727+02:00brava philips!<object width="425" height="373"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tKFYnJVUeQE&hl=en&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f&border=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tKFYnJVUeQE&hl=en&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="373"></embed></object>gingerheidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14383536485324391467noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232422334816183674.post-50871458534293542072008-04-24T23:07:00.003+02:002008-04-24T23:28:43.241+02:00uk vs usa, ovvero una canzone che (mi) mette tanta allegria <a href="<object width="425" height="373"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PSFd5X24TY8&hl=en&rel=0&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999&border=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PSFd5X24TY8&hl=en&rel=0&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="373"></embed></object>"></a>
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<br /><strong>Estelle feat. Kanye West - <em>American Boy</em> (2008) </strong>
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<br />Kanye West:Just another one champion sound
<br />me and Estelle about to get down
<br />who the hottest in the world right now.
<br />Just touched down in London town.
<br />Bet they give me a pound.
<br />Tell them put the money in my hand right now.
<br />Tell the promoter we need more seats,
<br />we just sold out all the floor seats
<br />
<br />Estelle:Chorus Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day.
<br />Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA.
<br />I really want to come kick it with you.
<br />You'll be my American Boy.
<br />
<br />He said Hey Sister.
<br />It's really really nice to meet ya.
<br />I just met this 5 foot 7 guys who's just my type.
<br />I like the way he's speaking his confidence is peaking.
<br />Don't like his baggy jeans but I ma like what's underneath it.
<br />And no I aint been to MIA
<br />I heard that Cali never rains and New York heart awaits.
<br />First let's see the west end.
<br />I'll show you to my bridrens.
<br />I'm like this American Boy. American Boy
<br />
<br />ChorusTake me on a trip, I'd like to go some day
<br />Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA.
<br />I really want to come kick it with you.
<br />You'll be my American Boy
<br />
<br />Can we get away this weekend.
<br />Take me to Broadway.
<br />Let's go shopping baby then we'll go to a Café.
<br />Let's go on the subway.
<br />Take me to your hood.
<br />I neva been to Brooklyn and I'd like to see what's good.
<br />Dress in all your fancy clothes.
<br />Sneaker's looking Fresh to Def I'm lovin those Shell Toes.
<br />Walkin that walk.
<br />Talk that slick talk.
<br />I'm likin this American Boy. American Boy.
<br />
<br />Chorus Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day.
<br />Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA.
<br />I really want to come kick it with you.
<br />You'll be my American Boy
<br />
<br />Let them kno wagwan blud
<br />
<br />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
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<br />Estelle:Would you be my love, my love.
<br />could be mine
<br />would you be my love my love,
<br />could be mine
<br />Could you be my love, my love.
<br />Would you be my American Boy. American Boy
<br />
<br />Chorus Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day
<br />Take me to Chicago, San Francisco Bay.
<br />I really want to come kick it with you.
<br />You'll be my American Boygingerheidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14383536485324391467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232422334816183674.post-50619404156798874152008-04-23T23:37:00.009+02:002008-12-10T17:07:59.498+01:00j. winterson, "the stone gods" (2007)<div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_rEpCu_bq6au51xkwWSUnvwD_yDTDCAlWfhQpzB6V1WZKt90kTg1zcDcuAvR8RAmh-uZsyUdA9OWecE_uKN4Gf5n_3kdsAQun-yT2mkffSnRs6wUOO2EY_whWeOhBhgWMV8lLs_vAj0s/s1600-h/stone+gods.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192561491684743074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_rEpCu_bq6au51xkwWSUnvwD_yDTDCAlWfhQpzB6V1WZKt90kTg1zcDcuAvR8RAmh-uZsyUdA9OWecE_uKN4Gf5n_3kdsAQun-yT2mkffSnRs6wUOO2EY_whWeOhBhgWMV8lLs_vAj0s/s200/stone+gods.jpg" border="0" /></a>"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) </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">"And perhaps I have to say that the landing-place I am really looking for isn't a place at all: it's a person, it's you. It's the one place they can't build on, buy or bomb because it doesn't exist anywhere where they can find it.</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">But it doesn't seem to exist anywhere where I can find it either."(p. 169) </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">j. winterson, <em>the stone gods</em>, london, penguin, 2007.</div>gingerheidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14383536485324391467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232422334816183674.post-31282480844662018502008-04-21T11:07:00.005+02:002008-12-10T17:07:59.633+01:00pure wisdomPiglet sidled up to Pooh from behind.<br /><br />"Pooh," he whispered.<br /><br />"Yes, Piglet?"<br /><br />"Nothing," said Piglet, taking Pooh's paw, "I just wanted to be sure of you."<br /><div></div><div> </div><div>(A. A. Milne)</div><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191624314936766466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5XeUylTUwPa558wrS8uH06muH3mE1cyq0I-JfYDyDRMsUjcf7JFQm0lpBmqnf0vCnbKgNOXYblYYRefVPOPHoRAKNlaLjnyHWDuXf-kAM3kYrOOirR_CVB_sl-wmkwjUDBRoz2bRw5Es/s400/clpur.gif" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://rainbowuniverse.org/id47.htm"><span style="font-size:78%;">http://rainbowuniverse.org/id47.htm</span></a> </div>gingerheidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14383536485324391467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232422334816183674.post-997257249218012212008-04-16T21:59:00.005+02:002008-12-10T17:07:59.796+01:00una bella notizia e un po’ faghaggine…<div align="center">in questi giorni, in cui c’è un gran bisogno di belle notizie, leggete <a href="http://www.repubblica.it/2008/04/sezioni/spettacoli_e_cultura/rick-steve/rick-steve/rick-steve.html">qui</a>:<br /><br /><strong>il cartone in stop motion<br />"Rick and Steve, la coppia gay più felice del mondo",<br />a tematica LGBT,<br />ha vinto il Pulcinella Awards,<br />l'Oscar dell'animazione televisiva internazionale.<br /></strong></div><br /><div align="justify"><br />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 <span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>gingerheidi</strong></span>. Non ci credete? Leggete questo estratto dal <a href="http://www.happiestgaycouple.com/">sito ufficiale</a>:<br /><br />Age: 29 and still friggin' single<br /><br />Occupation: Different things here and there<br /><br />Interests: Fashion, Men, Gay men, Being a gay man<br /><br />[…] While she fits comfortably into any soiree, when the party's over, she's always alone and depressed.<br /><br />[…] PHYSICAL: Rotund, Asian, […] clothes see too tight and kind of trampy, lots of make up.<br /></div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189937583681936402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXWUYSx23SeSSVCKTl0cn2a0qbFl5WH2jHw6-H7m8PcQvVUx6m52mi8xqg6kbn2s5KEtKIePSp-3Qu0KoazPVu0gwhCHcwkEfKcAhQbXuDGpi2nP5RJtckppIyl9wfWU1qzqiCICN4jJ0/s400/connie_club.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Oui, je </strong><strong>suis Condi Ling!</strong><br /></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><br />e alla fine dei miei giorni, come lei, dirò:<br /><br /><em>I could see my entire life flash before my eyes, like one big gay pride parade.</em></div>gingerheidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14383536485324391467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232422334816183674.post-34971352052016928262008-04-12T15:10:00.004+02:002008-12-10T17:07:59.928+01:00e brava maria!<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmqxmulVUt-gerxrEINB5A0eodX600ZjAUDxiXv6Xw1cbloZDUANTqXnWcRvUy-J6x-WLEDyJwl5P9uqIR_JVUN3Xw3uLrtHrypGPf1qrv4MpXjMxm88COwfd9XQe9zGsKdaq554Mpud0/s1600-h/edgeworth.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188345745463032290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmqxmulVUt-gerxrEINB5A0eodX600ZjAUDxiXv6Xw1cbloZDUANTqXnWcRvUy-J6x-WLEDyJwl5P9uqIR_JVUN3Xw3uLrtHrypGPf1qrv4MpXjMxm88COwfd9XQe9zGsKdaq554Mpud0/s400/edgeworth.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><strong>Maria Edgeworth (1767-1849)</strong><br /></div><div align="left"><br />PS: ma quale delle due? ;)</div>gingerheidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14383536485324391467noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232422334816183674.post-16024109125688584782008-03-27T00:05:00.004+01:002008-03-27T00:24:06.530+01:00visitorsyou come and visit me by night, <br />now you know I push you back in the daytime.<br /><br />first, you, <br />ghost of time present, <br />kissing my neck, all of a sudden, <br />in the darkness of a cinema, <br />your eyes shining bright, <br />your eyes that won me over...<br /><br />and then, you, too, <br />ghost of time past, <br />with all your contradictions, <br />in those blue pyjamas I know so well, <br />leading me by the hand - <br />yes, just like that night years ago - <br />under a tiny bridge, on a stone wall... <br />never thought of a more romantic spot... <br />and it is pitch dark, <br />though nothing is darker <br />than the two black pearls of your eyes, <br />just like nothing is brighter <br />than the flame between our bodies...gingerheidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14383536485324391467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232422334816183674.post-27062041656028284412008-03-22T22:12:00.001+01:002008-12-10T17:08:00.139+01:00joyful easter!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjGtmduKHUkFuKatH1QOACZzoP1GFexOhMHK47TE1XrOQDa5K_kEQrtaPOtMC1eSWTc4lzX8eexS6x-5gkotReAgAVnKDJSHOjZmfLrhyphenhyphenIgu5o52O9iZpbXssSLPRnwDnf4hGfK4yqfV0/s1600-h/24203.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjGtmduKHUkFuKatH1QOACZzoP1GFexOhMHK47TE1XrOQDa5K_kEQrtaPOtMC1eSWTc4lzX8eexS6x-5gkotReAgAVnKDJSHOjZmfLrhyphenhyphenIgu5o52O9iZpbXssSLPRnwDnf4hGfK4yqfV0/s400/24203.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180677727752782578" /></a>gingerheidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14383536485324391467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232422334816183674.post-20384075705032683732008-03-19T15:06:00.004+01:002008-03-19T15:16:35.607+01:00mario venuti, l'invenzione (2003)<div align="center">anche se il dolore ha lasciato il posto alla rassegnazione, <br />è pur sempre marzo...</div><div align="center"> <br /><br /></div><div align="center">"tu sei la mia più grande invenzione,</div><div align="center">sei di certo il frutto migliore </div><div align="center">che ha dato la mia immaginazione</div><div align="center">e forse io sono la tua..."</div><br /><br /><object width="425" height="373"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VXfNhY2Bz6M&rel=0&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f&border=1&hl=en"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VXfNhY2Bz6M&rel=0&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f&border=1&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="373"></embed></object>gingerheidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14383536485324391467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232422334816183674.post-81185274913333474542008-03-17T12:11:00.000+01:002008-12-10T17:08:00.265+01:00luck of the irish to you all!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisE0RnHxvUm3am1ReoOgyKpbia9Y5RnHGxhNYQz5gn_UO1ucc_q4syLyoZd68gan9KxyM8l-OLP_LfamEBLY5k-NjO0qx2p0IUGjozjY0RoFSrHSLScEP15SxhrdaHiJ7LEfwP7XwLiy8/s1600-h/sham.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178666858468353602" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhisiAeGQ2TADNuv_KoGKE8qZYI4rAaWIsavFRWCcsrBdxm0Ar-sH2RSJ26KRMv3tAKJGxjGLy0-N0dpdzwnF_eA2mEqBjHm0GKo7EzbAoAtxU7QCy4jj6yFdH9K-JgxdNd7udooEEynL8/s400/candle.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div align="center"></div><div align="center">vi dirò... la voglia non mi è ancora passata...<br /></div></div>gingerheidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14383536485324391467noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232422334816183674.post-28425325705319276982008-03-05T23:16:00.002+01:002008-03-05T23:19:04.519+01:00e che luogo comune sia...<a href="http://%3cobject%20width=%22425%22%20height=%22373%22%3e%3cparam%20name=%22movie%22%20value=%22http//www.youtube.com/v/5t8vg-DAxzU&rel=0&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f&border=1%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22wmode%22%20value=%22transparent%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cembed%20src=%22http://www.youtube.com/v/5t8vg-DAxzU&rel=0&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f&border=1%22%20type=%22application/x-shockwave-flash%22%20wmode=%22transparent%22%20width=%22425%22%20height=%22373%22%3E%3C/embed%3E%3C/object%3E"><object height="373" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5t8vg-DAxzU&rel=0&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f&border=1"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5t8vg-DAxzU&rel=0&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="373"></embed></object></a>gingerheidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14383536485324391467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232422334816183674.post-21527415416400993772008-02-28T22:02:00.001+01:002008-02-28T22:03:54.537+01:00da una che ha esperienza...i miei amici non sono gatti... e non mi hanno mai lasciato macchie di fondotinta sulle federe... strano, eh?gingerheidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14383536485324391467noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232422334816183674.post-69007193727752473492008-02-21T18:01:00.001+01:002008-12-10T17:08:00.544+01:00oxford, back again!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7tAqpyLhimh1SSdaFCxLKUR8dXVO_NZQObatTV0SOKviOzJ2ZRalwYrJU5b5rr7b_typrj70dRRW7Ly2Q9uA5ykiuMaA_iJBEXG6s1TUHlfvcKN1p1rMf8hD30fsC3aMWMbnDnd_z5WU/s1600-h/ox3.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169479854905516546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7tAqpyLhimh1SSdaFCxLKUR8dXVO_NZQObatTV0SOKviOzJ2ZRalwYrJU5b5rr7b_typrj70dRRW7Ly2Q9uA5ykiuMaA_iJBEXG6s1TUHlfvcKN1p1rMf8hD30fsC3aMWMbnDnd_z5WU/s400/ox3.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>gingerheidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14383536485324391467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232422334816183674.post-14313322175043737282008-02-14T21:40:00.008+01:002008-12-10T17:08:00.712+01:00happy valentine! to you, at least...<div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLHVEEBOdGT9p-p3eLrF2QSUnhe5ki5vFJPQ-gbBVSDvXHuvEF1iBqlqkMUR7yMIsGoxFcYSxRpVLJhtuPNwfbT9Dj9XNXabI9WjZNgvyI69rZveCk01wQ9F3UHuvgm0qT3OXyPeAQ8XU/s1600-h/b1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166938857763922418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLHVEEBOdGT9p-p3eLrF2QSUnhe5ki5vFJPQ-gbBVSDvXHuvEF1iBqlqkMUR7yMIsGoxFcYSxRpVLJhtuPNwfbT9Dj9XNXabI9WjZNgvyI69rZveCk01wQ9F3UHuvgm0qT3OXyPeAQ8XU/s400/b1.jpg" border="0" /></a>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... <div align="justify">you said words are unnecessary, yes, almost a quotation from a song dear to both of us... please, just a cup of tea and the chance to explain, your Valentine gift for me... </div><div align="center">"what in fact I keep choosing </div><div align="center">are these words, these whispers, conversations</div><div align="center">from which time after time the truth breaks moist and green."</div></div>gingerheidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14383536485324391467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232422334816183674.post-57451956169345801282008-02-09T11:48:00.000+01:002008-02-09T12:00:30.830+01:00these are the thoughts<p align="justify"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O-FA8F1jGYo&rel=" color1="0xcc2550&color2=" border="1" width="425" height="373" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">These are the thoughts that go through my head<br />In my backyard on a sunday afternoon<br />When I have the house to myself and Im not<br />Expending all that energy on fighting with my boyfriend<br /><br />Is he the one that I will marry?<br />Why is it so hard to be objective about myself?<br />Why do I feel cellularly alone?<br />Am I supposed to live in this crazy city?<br />Can blindly continued fear induced regurgitated life-denying<br />Tradition be overcome?<br /><br />Where does the money go that I send to those in need?<br />If we have so much why do some people have nothing still?<br />Why do I feel frantic when I first wake up in the morning?<br />Why do you say you are spiritual<br />Yet you treat people like shit?<br /><br />How can you say youre close to god<br />And yet you talk behind my back as though I am not<br />A part of you? why do I say Im fine when its<br />Obvious Im not? whys it so hard to tell you what I want?<br />Why cant you just read my mind?<br /><br />Why do I fear that the quieter I am the less you will listen?<br />Why do I care whether you like me or not?<br />Why is it so hard for me to be angry?<br />Why is it such work to stay conscious and so easy to get stuck<br />And not the other way around?<br /><br />Will I ever move back to canada?<br />Can I be with a lover with whom I am a student and a master?<br />Why am I encouraged to shut my mouth when it gets too close to home?<br />Why cannot I live in the moment?<br /></span><br />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.<br /><br />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…<br /><br />e sogno te, immanuel, guardando questo timido sole di primavera. </p>gingerheidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14383536485324391467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232422334816183674.post-5327283497307973102008-01-10T22:38:00.000+01:002008-12-10T17:08:00.893+01:00the fascination of the vortex<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvKAPoFUsBuS8PShwl2KykpTjb7bDX4L8ko0QCS2ZrRQ9LNjpIXqBJuKfdNBhYNO_jxich095rjpJuChY2ZAKxV3f9zsFIHtltm6OWaqD6R2u61UqYAP59PFzNEX-kn_fHTdKl-xBr51Q/s1600-h/DSC02194.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvKAPoFUsBuS8PShwl2KykpTjb7bDX4L8ko0QCS2ZrRQ9LNjpIXqBJuKfdNBhYNO_jxich095rjpJuChY2ZAKxV3f9zsFIHtltm6OWaqD6R2u61UqYAP59PFzNEX-kn_fHTdKl-xBr51Q/s400/DSC02194.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153965890686425218" /></a><br /><br />Chawton, Alton, Hampshire, UK <br />July 2007<br />© gingerheidigingerheidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14383536485324391467noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232422334816183674.post-81453094996744845762008-01-01T22:46:00.000+01:002008-12-10T17:08:01.764+01:00buon 2008 (a crocette)!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSIMQ7E-BnWdCzG1Igez1JCQQWfzLkQFvpYnfgjgpIbOnO68L0W0y-mZKnJe5n9D-kPV1mfVIDRsXiYR2_5mYNsw4Gk44hXaOX5HN2qEZiBqpD4nq-tnVVQONnSzRGLDWBS4QHOpGV3c0/s1600-h/disney+puntocroce.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSIMQ7E-BnWdCzG1Igez1JCQQWfzLkQFvpYnfgjgpIbOnO68L0W0y-mZKnJe5n9D-kPV1mfVIDRsXiYR2_5mYNsw4Gk44hXaOX5HN2qEZiBqpD4nq-tnVVQONnSzRGLDWBS4QHOpGV3c0/s400/disney+puntocroce.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150629426946906226" /></a><br /><br />ecco la mia prima cosa realizzata (ok, finita di realizzare) nel 2008...<br /><br />proposito per l'anno nuovo: trovare SEMPRE il tempo per le cose che mi piacciono davvero e che mi fanno stare bene...<br /><br />provateci tutti!<br /><br />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...gingerheidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14383536485324391467noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232422334816183674.post-82969639562169341402007-12-26T12:29:00.000+01:002008-12-10T17:08:01.944+01:00i mestieri che non ho fatto<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEKCtlZqwLebC9C1PsXu06g7McHZ6cmkL5Od5WaOfypXB8hgQ0wHmobu7GABI3CyVXNhF4H7AY46DJmjIZ2n27mdHXbzNXq_4-TilGovCzeHvukjlROHun0TOc6Y19M0GjMoajmqfk_qA/s1600-h/DSC03109.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEKCtlZqwLebC9C1PsXu06g7McHZ6cmkL5Od5WaOfypXB8hgQ0wHmobu7GABI3CyVXNhF4H7AY46DJmjIZ2n27mdHXbzNXq_4-TilGovCzeHvukjlROHun0TOc6Y19M0GjMoajmqfk_qA/s400/DSC03109.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148242524641957986" /></a><br /><br />antipasto per la cena del 24, inventato da me...gingerheidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14383536485324391467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232422334816183674.post-76405230469691959172007-12-24T15:39:00.001+01:002007-12-24T15:40:21.569+01:00merry christmas... let it snow!<object width="425" height="373"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1hVeuz0zkgk&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b&border=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1hVeuz0zkgk&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="373"></embed></object>gingerheidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14383536485324391467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232422334816183674.post-76195746465675213812007-12-20T12:24:00.000+01:002007-12-20T12:32:01.964+01:00happy birthday, mr kleenex!<object width="425" height="373"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3SWWFeAaygs&rel=0&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca&border=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3SWWFeAaygs&rel=0&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="373"></embed></object>gingerheidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14383536485324391467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232422334816183674.post-81145336474385982742007-12-11T18:34:00.000+01:002008-12-10T17:08:02.104+01:00la gaia scienza della traduzione<div>mentre facevo gli esercizi di spagnolo, ho scoperto due cose:</div><br /><div><br />1. esiste una pianta officinale che in italiano si chiama “<a href="http://www.globalnet.it/erbe/tuvz/uvaurs.htm">uva ursina</a>”</div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz7VdYXlFryzC8G8st5XYGT-Z2BJKRo-70_9z1JoYtJDv9r__SZ-sp4ygFU5E8zVFghKQk3CVgbLpQmYI24DNYsdr0tlf00Sfpc1k0LpegdKmPo_UBqYohurZmvJnz36unQ6Q9J9mrLgY/s1600-h/uvaursina.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142770597586138946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz7VdYXlFryzC8G8st5XYGT-Z2BJKRo-70_9z1JoYtJDv9r__SZ-sp4ygFU5E8zVFghKQk3CVgbLpQmYI24DNYsdr0tlf00Sfpc1k0LpegdKmPo_UBqYohurZmvJnz36unQ6Q9J9mrLgY/s400/uvaursina.jpg" border="0" /></a> 2. in spagnolo, “uva ursina” si traduce “gayuba”…<br /><br />giuro che è vero!!!<br /><div></div><br /><div></div>gingerheidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14383536485324391467noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232422334816183674.post-12693378220475313302007-12-01T16:06:00.000+01:002008-12-10T17:08:02.259+01:001 dicembre, giornata mondiale della lotta all'aids<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5wxLY6yF7dnZSMwt58amd14qw2mu2aP6piVBwUZYK47dWjP8M9SLCdCuzuq8lR62YmGfsp5uTYkaUsWOXh8oyajiscx1SxnRvpui7qm2GgsToYiNvaxXFIbKMl-cnFmZ-XhFTK475xWQ/s1600-r/aids-awareness-red-ribbon-ornament-zoom.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139021271525357362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwf817A-Nusr2qO8-qOhu7_VF4JetfRsYi-W5mjc2YSLTimocKq8tbtFCYa10OlzYK663_RD3ezTVBc1UJFJjl1sz65AeMv5aNNA9A9VAv5rV1Ry9P4gnOn0VfVi_YttmWD2xBnYiOcF0/s400/aids-awareness-red-ribbon-ornament-zoom.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="right"><a href="http://www.designerornaments.com/"><span style="font-size:78%;">www.designerornaments.com</span></a></div>gingerheidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14383536485324391467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232422334816183674.post-68856707988192447432007-11-27T15:36:00.000+01:002007-11-27T15:41:00.442+01:00william butler yeats, "the choice" (1933)The intellect of man is forced to choose<br />perfection of the life, or of the work,<br />And if it take the second must refuse<br />A heavenly mansion, raging in the dark.<br />When all that story's finished, what's the news?<br />In luck or out the toil has left its mark:<br />That old perplexity an empty purse,<br />Or the day's vanity, the night's remorse.gingerheidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14383536485324391467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232422334816183674.post-16006460148938259722007-11-05T22:16:00.000+01:002007-11-05T22:26:06.652+01:00un sottofondo per sognare<p align="center"><a href="http://%3cobject%20width=%22425%22%20height=%22355%22%3e%3cparam%20name=%22movie%22%20value=%22http//www.youtube.com/v/x_JTgRbfbGI&rel=1%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22wmode%22%20value=%22transparent%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cembed%20src=%22http://www.youtube.com/v/x_JTgRbfbGI&rel=1%22%20type=%22application/x-shockwave-flash%22%20wmode=%22transparent%22%20width=%22425%22%20height=%22355%22%3E%3C/embed%3E%3C/object%3E"><object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x_JTgRbfbGI&rel=1"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x_JTgRbfbGI&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object></a></p><br /><div align="center"><strong>giovanni allevi, <em>come sei veramente</em> (2005)</strong><br /></div>gingerheidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14383536485324391467noreply@blogger.com3