Now, go away, I wanna be alone

Alle Madonne Fiorentine - The Florentine Madonnas

Madonne Gigliate,
a voi, cinte da li quattro viali, rivolgo codesto canto.
Non di certo allegro, non di certo affranto.
Della vostra trattenuta voglia
ch' a me offrite e poi diniegando il ritirate,
più non mi dolgo.
Ancorché nisciuno Io oggi mischio col nulla
e del doman non v'è certezza,
m'auguro e v'auguro ch'un dì pentimento non v'accolga
poichè allor com'oggi di formicular a me non doglia.
E se dal Sotto del porta bisaccia prurito vi sona
è forse pria volta che 'l senno vi ragiona.



Italian literature in 1200 A.D.

Madonnas lilied,
to you, encircled by them four avenues, turn this song.
Certainly not cheerful, certainly not broken.
Of your retention desire
which to me you offer and then denying withdrawn,
more I don't regret.
Although today I am nobody mixed with anything
and tomorrow there is no certainty,
I hope and I pray that one day regret not receive you
since then and now I do not will matter anything.
And if from the Bottom compared to amphora keep feeling itchy
is perhaps time that 'the sense you're talking.

Oxymoron

Nothing has prevented man,
including preventing another man
do not have any impediment.

(sorry but it's neither William Shakespeare nor Thomas Moore - Mine)

I'm not going over the problem of what you think of me
because I already know that in the end you hate me.

From a sentimental point of view
I let myself go a bit 'too much these days.
I will do less in the following days,
but there's a reason why I decided to write more
on the Blog besides the subject matter.
It must be said, and here I conclude that all the
writing is done with the awareness that there's
more of a public reading, an audience
isn't always appreciated.
In any case, the most important and intimate,
will never be made ​​public. they will remain
there, where they must remain.

Drops of memory,
drops.
Drops of a past that can never return
for this are tender.

The last of the Romantics

The Bad Sex
today she thinks the Last of the Romantics is the first of the idiots.
Since I've been in Florence I seem to have done much fury.
All right. It's fair to say. Is it correct that you know.
The last person able to make me heart beat faster,
the last person that was able to give me more than any other,
even with her absence,
the last person who deserved a vigorous fight, and She knows it,
She knows how much I struggled,
even with the knowledge that as soon as I won, I'd have lost for
sure, this person was there last year.
From 2012 to now, there hasn't been one, and I mean only one girl,
able to give me a tenth of what I've given and taken away
Her. One that is able to move a breath my heart.
Because I'm also the Last of the Romantics, but for this reason,
unlike what you think Bad Sex, just look at me to know when I'd
give the soul. I'm not the first of the idiots.

Yes, I admit, a little ' I'll think about it, but don't touch me... most . You

Happy Birthday Jessipuppy
by your fan n ° 5

I love you in all languages

I want to thank my Friends and friends (female saints),
those who in the past two months I have been so close to suffocate.
Those who have served to increase an already high pressure,
making it my job to Florence 2014, my and their city, even heavier.
..In the end I brought the same to complete my task, because now
does not stop me anymore.

Tiziano Ferro will also be gay,
I have also mistaken for gay, that he tries with all women.
But at least we have shown to have a heart in this world that has
only poison ready to squirt out from one second to another.

I stopped to ask for acts of solidarity / estimation / sharing for years so let's put it this way:
If you feel cheated, you open your e-mail page, copy and paste my message, enter the recipients listed below but.. you 're senders!

redazione@controcampus.it
direttore@controcampus.it
redazione@retenews24.it
redazioneweb@ilmessaggero.it
ladenuncia@ilmessaggero.it
cultura@ilmessaggero.it
cronaca@ilmessaggero.it
redazioneinternet@ilmattino.it
ditelo@ilmattino.it
ladenuncia@ilmattino.it
dilatua@ilmattino.it
redaziones@kuola.net
interactive@liberoquotidiano.it
napoli@repubblica.it

She sells Hot Photo: Mary student sells hot pictures for a scooter (Italian version)
Now we know it's phony.
I would suggest a news:
Titles
1) A Cancellieri (Italian version) as friend
2) Letter from a big baby
3) Letter from a Choosy
4) Letter from a loser
[letter from a loser] ...5) that when he reads the sexy schoolgirl who publishes the hot pictures and finds the news all over the papers, he gets angry and he'll yell all the insults of the universe if he wasn't against the vulgarity.
You choose the title.
What I mean? Journalists are you, go find you the news ...
suggestion http://salvodipasqua.blogspot.it/p/di-pasqua-vs-ateneo-di-firenze.html (italian version)

ps. I put 14 recipients. But since everything in the universe has dealt with this "news" I stopped to avoid vomiting.

and He will be love..

Better if you call tomorrow

I wanted to write when I got it, metaphilosophically speaking would have been very
attractive, but I don't remember.
Anyway, it strikes me every time with the same intensity as see the sincerity,
honesty, kindness, they do fear and give you almost a monster in the eyes of the
rest of humanity addicted from falsehood, dishonesty and wickedness. I don't
know yet what is the fair world, but I chose what part of the worldI want to be.

UNDER PRESSURE

No matter how good you can do,
at the end
they'll hate you

When I'm under pressure, the world around me
is committed  to increasing the pressure on him.
For example, in this period where I'm helping
a dream called Five Star Movement Florence.
I'm not interested.
I don't care anymore.
I've lost too many Loves for being influenced by those who
crosses my path for a day, a month or a year.
I don't care anymore.
I go straight to my way, even alone. Only for me
really care about are ready to stop and wait.
It doesn't matter if the person that is close to my heart has the
known for a year, a month or a few days.
For the rest, The Show must go on.

In defense of a Sign 1 : Five Star Movement

In M5S there are convicted of tax evasion == > PDL , Silvio Berlusconi

In M5S there are no politicians who take money from the lobby of the Slot Machine ==> Enrico Letta (actually, Italian Premier Council of Ministers)

In M5S there are no people convicted Camorra == > PDL , Nicola Cosentino

In M5S there are no people that is proposed as Renewal anti Casta and he invites to its conference the General Staff that devastated Italy and the opportunism that is in favor ==> PD, Matteo Renzi

In M5S there are people who say : << [ ...] is not right , I know ... poor son [...] >> on a freshly charged and arrested for aggravated accounting fraud and insider trading . ==> Anna Maria Cancellieri (actually, Italian Minister of Justice).

In M5S there are people who say : << I have the latest ARPAs survey data on emissions of dioxins and furans in Taranto : we are at 0.2 nano- grams per square meter. I'd like to remind everyone that in 2005 Ilva spat into the atmosphere up to 10 nano- grams of poisons. This finding is remarkable , it is one of the best practices that have occurred in Europe >> . Laugh or questions on tumors of reporter Emilio Riva. ==> SEL , Nichi Vendola (actually, President of the Puglia Region, Italy).

1) I do six points because I try to make even number.
2 ) I stop at six because I have to translate in English and French.

Sunflower

Destination paradise. Paradise you!

The Social

Sell ​​Facebook was easy,
sell virtual gossip isn't the idea of the century. But they told us so.
How do you sell Justice?
Who would buy it?
And if you were offered free, it would be even more disgusting. Admit it!

A SHOT TO THE SOUL

For you,
who don't understand the words,
listen and let yourself be carried away
by feelings..

SYNDROME CURSED NIGHT OF THE WRITER!!

We're like two parallel lines and that I understood it.

But don't think that I'll wait for it.. to Infinity!!

Whoever you are.

Two nights ago, it was midnight,
I opened my eyes and I thought, I don't miss you anymore.
I was about to turn on the computer and write it but then
I didn't.
That night I dreamed of Venice, the stretch of lagoon that
has the bridge in the background, and in the dream I
thought of you.
A few hours earlier I had said to myself, that I don't miss
you more. And then, I have never been to Venice ...

It's true, I don't miss you more, no longer you fail. Is
someone beside that I'm missing. Someone who follow
me, believe me, someone who love me.
In this world, however, who would ever want a player of words?


It is not always the clarity that I'm describing.

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