AS HIMSELF

La mia foto
Roma, Italy
He was born in a lazy tuesday.Just purple flowers around his cradle.Silence and purple flowers.The ancient Fathers whisper their secrets in his ears, before he went away, stolen by the wind, blessed by the moon."You are a travelling man" they said him.The roads of his life were just placed in the other side of our world, but when he became a man he felt the emptiness of the desert,and the acrid smell of the asphalt from the streets of the unknown. So he began writing poetry, singing against the night walls, searching for his home, taking his bag. He was a travelling man. And that's just a chosen destiny tale.

martedì 18 marzo 2008

San Patrizio e perchè no!


Agenzia ANSA - Mi dicono proprio ora che oggi è il St. Patrick's Day e sono orribilmente dispiaciuto per non essermi ricordato prima e non essere uscito a sfasciarmi di pinte come la tradizione religiosa imporrebbe. Saluto commosso i fratelli irish che se la staranno bevendo alla faccia dei vecchi english, tutti vestiti di verde, le chiappe al vento.

We Like Clovers, We Like Green, We Love Ireland and Guinness Within!

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