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Love, love, love.

I love this writer, it is unlikely. And like all the writers I revere, I'm sipping. The novels he wrote are not many and I want to enjoy this for a while. I'm leaving now with the plot.

In a suburb of Tokyo, the young Toru Okada has just voluntarily left his job and devoted himself to the housework. Two seemingly insignificant events can, however, to overturn his quiet life: the disappearance of the family cat and the anonymous call that a woman's voice asks for a sensual encounter. Toru will realize soon that in addition to cat, who is very fond of his wife Kumiko, Kumiko will try it. The limited space of his daily life becomes the scene of a search in which dreams, memories and reality mingle and meet people that will lead to more and more strange: the prostitute, psychotic, morbid to sixteen, from the political evil, the old and mysterious war veteran . Gradually Toru must resolve the conflicts of his past life of which not even suspect its existence.

An intriguing novel that illuminates those gray areas where everyone hides secrets and fragile.

of these writers I've only read two novels, this "Dance Dance Dance. "I had never heard of it until one day Mario sent me via mail a file with just this book. I read at work, at times the dead, and another between a call and I was immediately captured.

Murakami writes those books that you like and involve you so much during the day can not wait to stop doing what you're doing to go back to read. It happens a few times.

find themselves recommend to my beloved Lady Mara, I realized that I could not explain why I liked it so much, but I've thought about it a lot and now I think I have figured out why.

First because it is written really well and with the elegance that only the Japanese can to have (provided the Lady), and secondly because the characters are normal people and often banal and boring that you end up living much experience outside the normal surrealissime: and living with a certain nonchalance!

Another thing I like are the constant references to food and something that always made me see the Lady, the basic philosophy that everything that happens in life, then take on a meaning by virtue of other events and everything is linked with another. This occurred even made dozens of years before the birth of Okada, people who even know, prove to be meaningful for his life.

And then the existential reflections. Mom my, clear, clean, simple and yet so pregnant with meaning.

you'll see, I am in this book, give almost full marks, almost a good half past nine.

The only thing that has me a bit 'disappointed was the end, but then I think that really got to a certain point of twists there were so many and so many secrets were revealed and understood when, who cares that a good end, I come out naturally .. Let

of citations.

When one has nothing to do, thoughts wander farther and farther away. And when you are away too much, then no longer able to follow them.

Stop yourself scruples, just emptiness inside. Imagine rolling in the soft mud on a warm spring evening.

She took my hand and led me in the garden of his house. Then he moved a deckchair in the shade of the oak, and I made him sit there. The branches spread thick and dense shadow which had the smell of life.

After ten minutes he returned May. He was holding a large glass, which gave me the ice clinking. The sound seemed to come from a world far away, separated by several gates from the place where I was. The case he wanted at that time were all open, and that sound came up to me.

Whatever the outcome, the ability to have complete trust in someone is one of the finest qualities of human beings.

So I think, to have learned the hard way that life is something much more limited than believe those who find themselves caught in the whirlwind of life. The light is to illuminate the actions of life for a limited time and very short. For a few seconds only, perhaps. Past which is gone, and if one fails to grasp the revelation that was offered at that time, will not have a second chance. It will have to live the rest of his life in profound solitude, in a hopeless regret. In such a world without light can no longer expect to receive anything. All that will remain in the hands of the receiver will only be short-lived of what should have been.

so I stayed until dawn, unable to sleep. I did not want to sleep, I was afraid to sleep. I felt as if I was asleep I would be overwhelmed by the current of a river of sand that would transport me to another world. And I would never be able to go this way.

I inhaled deeply, there was always a strong smell that filled the air and made it heavy. Somewhere there must be a vase of flowers in there. In some corner darkness of the flowers breathed wringing.

Then he took off his glasses, threw them in his jacket pocket and I looked into his eyes as if searching for a coin dropped into a pond.

the ground floor there was a travel agent, whose windows were attached two posters at the port of Mykonos and a streetcar in San Francisco. Both faded like a dream than a month old.

According to him, who knows why, was to think that talking was something vulgar and inappropriate.

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returning from a dinner at the home of Silvia. The same
Silvia broke my heart more than half a year ago. For some
'I decided that I broke the damn think continuing what I have broken my heart and that's it. So for a while ', little by little, came back into my life.
And I'm happy.
I cooked the rice with basmati rice and zucchini. Bono. And MUCH pecorino romano. Forte.
We talked, talked, ate, drank the legendary and incomparable wine cellar social Bonazzy, watched videos of his theater, my last few photos of Australia, and then talk about it smoked.
And the feeling that everything is ok. And it dawned
Lucio. One can not hear and see Lucio.
Then I realized my having to return on foot, with the means I started across to the Brianza that counts.
But how do you cut the voice of Lucio, so emblematic of?
You can not.
In fact I continued to sing up at the station, the Republic. With the ipod.
The side entrance. Gray and empty, so for years. When later I always seem to have happened in the setting of a science fiction movie in which all the world's population died suddenly without leaving a trace and I'm the only survivor. There. Gray, and empty green "Ferrovie Nord". With the sign of the times in blocks that rotate.
Belli.
None. Fixed
to see on the poster that will track my train, ears cost me a life, nothing would give, but my heart is sick and I know that heals. addition to music I hear my voice, ever so smooth and pettinatamente sang this song. And I found myself thinking that this city offers to run away precious moments for those who know how to find them. And I continued.
not say no, say no, do not say no, say no.
I know you love another, but what can I do
I am desperate, because I want to love you, because you want to love, because you want to love, because you want to love,
Tonight
Now
It
me enough time to die,
your arms like that,
Tomorrow can forget tomorrow, but now you tell me
not say no, say no, say no, take everything I
me enough time to die in your arms like that,
Tomorrow can forget tomorrow, but now, now you tell me, now you tell me, tell me now you
not say no, say no!
I do not know why this statue can get me out of this strength, this joy and desire to sing. And with this sense of wrenching sadness.
Tonight I had the knowledge to come into my life was in the fifth Battisti.
The first began here, right where I am now in my room in my parents' house, on my bed with my brother in stereo with dual cassette blockbusters and I know him and learn the songs by heart. At this stage many times after listening to "Pink flowers, peach blossoms" I found myself singing it out loud alone on the balcony.
Then the arrival of grunge and Nirvana all killed. But the grunge
fetish pass and here we are at the stage Robert. Hours spent listening to the great Lucio with him, my boy ez convict with a particular sensitivity to the Italian pop music and movies by Sylvester Stallone. During our story enters my mythical blue point, impossible not to "burn" an entire box in honor of Baptists.
And then move on to John, the third, one in which he and I listen in the car together, I sing, he listens to both (me and Lucio) with one hand on my knee and twisted my hand inside (inside her , not inside the knee), and Giannino always telling me that every time you want to think and feel close to me, listen to Baptists.
After the springs are not able to listen to it for months and months and months. Even when I left for Australia, the national Lucio was not even among the voices of my mp3 player. Then one day in Sorrento, after less than a year, we find ourselves doing general cleaning at home, after a night of full moon at the beach in a beach back. Home is shit, there is sand everywhere. MG has come to control us at 9 am and made us an incredible placed on the state of the house. Ok. Clean up time. We clean a huge house and we get over the music. Denis puts it. And I hear it hurts at first, but then goes and becomes a pleasant habit so that when they are in crisis, headphones in ears, voice out loud and everything passes. All
. And now I'm
in the fifth epoch. That awareness, of the completion of a part of my puzzle. And he is still there, with his incredible voice, I close my eyes and think of you, thank you, Lucius.

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Mary and sleep

Almost two strangers.
ask me, never heal 'is what? Why can not I get a full night's sleep ever?! It's not that I suffer from insomnia, rather than live on a different time zone, like that of New York. Let me wake up early and kill me, will wander like a zombie all day, feeling her eyes lined with sandpaper, the limbs as heavy as a boulder, my only thought is: I WANT TO SLEEP AND JUST, I'm not breaking my balls. But then evening comes, and say, well, our heroine can rest.
NO!
Why then when I feel the darkness fall, wake up! Alarm as a lippa. I do not feel the slightest fatigue, are as strong as a lion, nothing can kill me and end up going to bed at 3 am the next day maybe when I wake up again at 7.
Yes, I know, I'm sick. What, I do not really know ..
And this was once again the leitmotif of my past week.
Fortunately they put me to work in the afternoon round, so the morning I got a bit 'of little things, blood tests, a gym, beautician. Thursday day off and I propose that the now beloved Lady Mara going to eat at a Japanese place on Thursday eat what you want and pay 20 euros, excluding drinks. It 's over we paid 45 euros apiece. I do not know how much alcohol is able to hold this girl is incredible. The fact is that while we ate swill that nectar of the gods, which for me is the Japanese food, we started to show off our worst childhood nightmares, along with heavy personal issues, which then led me to spend a night crammed travagliatissima sognacci of absurd and distressing. So, the first night game on. Friday I worked until midnight, I went home by bus replacement of 0:25 and when I got on with the Ipod in my ears as I had a feeling of deja vu, stuff that the last time I had made that gesture was meraviglierrima in Australia and this thing made me feel good scary . There's nothing to do, I'm trapped in this movement fever runny little body fat ..
Okay, anyway, the next day wake up relatively early for someone who has worked late with my grandson in my house all day. Regazzini that is exhausting. And the park, and games on the beds, and count to a thousand, and we pretend we do interviews and two cakes together, and so on and so forth.
the evening, dinner with Silvia, since we must know the amatrisciana me. I'm accompanied by one of the cakes made with Cristian and a bottle of wine my father made the home.
And after dinner, after amatrisciana, encore amatrisciana, butter, cake all washed down with a little wine, Silvia asks me if I want coffee. And there, apart from the crap: I tell you. I simply do not tolerate caffeine. After dinner we went out to a party crap, then we went to Frida, but it was already closed, we went back to her, with clamshell Slovenian honey and 3.30 am I get home. At 8.30 I had to get back to work. At 6 I was still awake. Photonic curses me from the mouth and every pore of my body yearned for sleep. In vain.
And so I spent a surreal Sunday, with a full Call unlikely to work because of two missing and a tarp to sleep on the eyes. I looked like a crazy hysterical, to keep me awake all I did was shit all day that counts.
not happy last night date movie. And I think we go to the first show? But it goes ..
choose what course of 22.40. Stupendous film, "The determination," he nailed to the chair and made me want an incredible adventure (usually not as if I had one already ..).
So to bed at half this morning and woke up at 7. On the train with his head hanging forward, sideways, backwards. Every time I opened my eyes to the girl in front of me looked at me so disgusted that I had to throw a glance threatening response.
And now, I took a valerian pastiglietta that you never know, and I put you to sleep, it should be ..
Tomorrow alarm too soon soon ..

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And as for traveling alone, fuck it, that's the way it has to be and that's the way it is

My name is Richard.

So what else do you need to know?

Stuff about my family or Where I'm From

None Of That Matters

Not oz you cross the ocean and cut yourself loose

looking for something more beautiful, something more exciting, something more dangerous.

So after 18 hours in the back of an airplane, three dumb movies, two plastic meals, 6 beers and absolutely no sleep

I finally touched down

in Bangkok

This is it, Bangkok, good time city, gate way to south East Asia, this is where the hungry come to feed.

So never refuse an invitation, never resist the unfamiliar, never fail to be polite and never upstay a welcome, just keep your mind open and suck in the experience, if it hurts, it's probably worth it.

The only downer is everyone's got the same idea, we all travel thousands of miles just to watch tv and check in to somewhere with all the comforts at home and you gotta ask yourself: "What is the point of that?"

And as for traveling alone, fuck it, that's the way it has to be and that's the way it is.

's monologue at the beginning of the movie " The Beach. "

I saw him one night while traveling alone along the Queensland coast, by bus from Rainbow Beach to Arlie Beach. I escaped from a meeting uncomfortable, what with the psychopath theory of global conspiracy and the day after I arrived at the hot hot.

Reviewing this film in that moment of my life was beautiful. Another

of a thousand moments we lived there that I'll never forget.
It has a thousand times why our Richard.
Traveling alone is the only way to do it. And if it hurts, probably worth it.
And so it was for me.
painful at times, makes you open all the wounds that you thought you have closed and makes you open as many hidden drawers inside with lies and fears and weaknesses. And you're wrong. But then when you saw it all, when you have been so bad, the whole world is at your feet.
And that's what I want to go do. I have a thousand plans in mind.
But I find myself in exactly this situation.
feel lost and scared in a place where I know nobody.
face rubbed in my reality, my inside, my soul, turn it around and then drop the whole world at my feet.
aaaaaaaaah.
'Night guys.

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Milan, February 11, 2011, Freedom for future births and Italy.
born to the legality

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Luckily, there Simo. .

Fresh from two days with my Simie.
As usual, I leave him increasingly annammorata, injury, joyful and encourage all in a single, simple solution. After dinner Monday to
Rater, a beer and the other tells me that would like to do a similar experience to mine in Australia. So I do not understand anything, I'm a face that smiles 4859793285 teeth.

And I think of him scattered into the outback and I feel in me the joy of getting lost.

Yesterday, we spent all day together. On this occasion I put my stupendous red coat (a love that can not), came to take m'è Molino. At the station the train to pick up your subscription and mail to pay the fine for no parking for Sari (mannaja!).

And after lunch with the Be Floor, white furniture, mirrors everywhere, there is an outside solissimo entering through windows. I decided for a light lunch, salmon and vegetables. And we start with the existential conversations. Conversations in which each time brings out the best and worst of me, worse than that and few people know that no one makes me see. And he slams me in the face and it hurts so much that burst into tears like a jerk, while eating, with white decor, wooden floors, mirrors, the rays of the sun and the people around.

And I love him for that.
Because only those who can hold me so much can he think of me so bad to me so well, to get them to put me in front of a mirror that always covers with a black cloth. In order not to look inside, who the fuck is that she wants to look so deep inside?
And I love it because then, after the medical examination to renew a license (his real reason for return) leads me to eat ice cream as good in my life. From Grom. Grom cream, pistachio, hazelnut, cream and cocoa.
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And humming along of pleasure in every spoonful. In the car, parked on yellow lines of a road borghesissima, proletarian in a small car, to enjoy the wonder of ice cream and wonder of wildlife Neighbourhood borghesotti unlikely and unsuspecting rich men who walked dogs in Star Trek uniforms, or who smoke dressed in matching cigars with a case and act as a pimp.
And then we went to Pete to greet the newcomer Simon bimbone of 4 months with the almond-shaped eyes. And I made a good girl. After
, jumping to his house, m'inciprio nose and off to dinner on ships with others. And as usual part of the show. One of my grotesque and trash and that of our past together in high school. Until
I did not realize how much I enjoyed that day and that in a few hours we have to say goodbye. And I seize the Magone. And then in the car, out of my yard, I burst into tears like a calf scalped at the thought that I do not know when they'll see him again but instead is one of those people with whom I want and I should spend my free time. Silvia
And with him, I never see, but I have branded on my skin. And what a coincidence in the millionth of the trio of the wonders that we form, I will ring from London while he and I are in the car. And I can not even look into his eyes while I go down and I try to swallow the sudden, wrenching pain stupid.
How much life intense at times, as you tagging along and I remained like a lump in my throat and a river behind the eyes.
I love you, man.

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Well I know you're strong, May your journey be long

I just made a DVD with the music that has accompanied me to Australia for my Simie.
crossing from Barcelona that counts for a couple of days, I will cheer with his presence and with his eyes sbrilluccicosi.
I'm going to go out and go to meet him, I have butterflies in your stomach.
Love, love, loooooooove!
And I came across this.
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.

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High Fidelity

Here comes another "review" of the book. My third book of the year. Bought in Australia and then in English edition supereconomica. This is my cover.

Except that when I started I've got into getting the card you sent Brandon m'aveva from Brisbane and one full day every two minutes I disconnected from reality and the mind to come back with those eyes dolcioso core and, to that body and its frighteningly sexy cazzonaggine. Nice jump back to the good time.
And together with the postcard I've got rambling Brandon found a map of the tables in the restaurant in Sorrento that the Board had made me when I went to work there the first time. Cuoricino.
close my parentheses.
The story that I copy from the back is:
Nick Hornby's High Fidelity is the brilliant story of one man's journey of self discovery. When Rob - in thirtyfive-year old record shop owner and music obsessive - is dumped by Laura burdens he indulges in casual sex, a little light stalking and Some soul-searching in the extreme form of Contacting Every ex-girlfriend who ever broke His heart . An instant classic, High Fidelity is a hilarious exploration of love, life, music and the modern evil.

So then, the book is well written, there are many funny lines and the reasoning of the narrator are often hilarious. Viewed from an objective point of view is a very good book and enjoy. From my subjective point of view however, I was often angry, Rob, the protagonist is un'emerito dickhead and all of its path of self-searching which is spoken in the plot, all his bad mood that follows him throughout the duration of the narrative, eventually implode the quiet life back to Laura and she does not slamming him to make his life better.
shit man.
Done and done.
One that I would never meet if not to get rich in the music.
But otherwise, ever.
Surely the writer has done a spectacular job if you could let me have this reaction.
So as far as voting, I asterrei because the reviews are mixed.

And now the moment of citations.

Even I know how difficult it is to resist someone who finds you irresistible.

Some people never got over the sixties, or the war, or the night their band supported Dr Feelgood at the Hope and Anchor, and spend the rest of their days walking backwards; I never really got over Charlie.

In a hostile and unpredictable world, we rely on each other to provide something to count on.

And I'm here, in this stupid little flat, on my own, and I'm thirty-five years old, and I own a tiny failing business, and my friends don't seem to be friends at all but people whose phone numbers I haven't lost.

Well, I'd like my life to be a Bruce Springsteen song. Just once.

It's no wonder we're all in Such a mess, is it? We're like Tom Hanks in Big. Little boys and girls trapped in adult bodies and forced to get on with it.

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and stress

Last week was one of my usual settimanine grotesque and tiring.
Monday I do not even remember what happened, probably nothing. Tuesday
are at work, quiet and peaceful Lady Mara comes to me and says, "Look, there's Sara, who is ill."
Ok, I jump, I pause and go up. His eyes are bloodshot and his face in pain, I look at it, can not do it. Ok, come on, come on, I'll take you home. Next to us are responsible for the call center. I tell him that I take away Sari, we ask both two-hour permit, fill out forms, take them, I drag myself up to down in the car. "So, we take the secondary roads that in theory I could not move." Ok, fine. Well.
we can get from her, I round the block to find parking, there is none, "Come on, come down here at the gate to leave the door open and then I go up, while I go park the car."
And I feel the whole Mother Teresa of Calcutta. I'm helping my friend who is ill. I am a superhero. So
parking, I get up and spend the evening with her. We shoot movies on film and distract us from evil. Step
the usual sleepless night because of Nini and Cyrus, the cats are still jumping on the bed, Cyrus even take the liberty to throw me in the face of the muzzle. And I can not do it, these cats make me laugh too.
So first sleepless night.
The next day, during the morning break I remember that I told Sari where I parked the car, so I call her, she's still in bed, with a voice from beyond the grave answer me and tell where the machine , where the serve and I answered: "Ah, well, where are the market this morning."
Occazzo.
Occazzo.
Occazzo.
"Ok, I'll see and let you know."
The recall after 10 minutes and from there my part merdoledì passion.
HAVE TAKEN AWAY THE CAR.
NO.
No, can not be, can not be such an idiot.
No.
It 's impossible.
facts. I brought my friend home and I have not said where I parked the car. This friend is going through a periodaccio from different points of view, molteplicissimi views. It is nice to add concerns to friends who are already ill. Especially because this concern in more cost to you of money.
No, not really that great.
So for the rest of the day I spend an entire phone recharge in a desperate attempt to find out where the hell they took the car and keep me company there was the delicious Italic bureaucracy.
Nothing, in the end we found it, but not could go to pick her up that night because there was no coupon dell'asiscurazione on the dashboard so you have to go to the insurance and then make a complaint to the police for the loss.
And that day has not really done anything. And I was also in
premestruo. I wanted to die.
So Scazzi that night. ABA
the morning alarm clock, direction central station and then Zion Schwizzera.
The day there is left smooth. On the train back together with the colleagues you down two liters of wine, one of my father, that fact down in the garage.
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get home at midnight, defeat. I can not sleep because of pressures proposals received during the evening. The next day
are off, but I still wake up early to go with Sari to get the car.
E today to take a fourth, to bring it to a mechanic in Island for review by the city police for reporting the coupon. And Sari is to eat at my house, spaghetti with purpetta mom and then her home in Milan and I running around shopping for my mother to take an exercise bike.
At 4 pm I'll jump into bed exhausted, an hour of sleep and then get my little cousin.
Ok, get up.
the evening, in overalls, with Sari'm going to see Alessandro Fiori Radio Popolare. Cute.
This is the song that made me almost cry.

I went in on purpose, this suit then I want to sneak home and sleep soundly. We get a beer with Mauro, from whose lips out one of the funniest stories I've ever heard in my life, stuff to remove stains from his face on the table with laughter ... Then
accompany the Frida Sari, telling her that I will not stop because I'm exhausted.
"Come on, there is the Cole."
Ok, I come to say goodbye to Cole.
And I'll take another beer.
and start playing a game of cards that I do not know how many times he sees a loser.
And they made two in the morning and we kicked out the club.
No.
z and I do not.
I'll jump into bed at dawn of 3 in the morning. At 7:25
alarm. You go to work.
I carry a book by, shawls, there is nothing to do, cool.
But no. Bring me back to the booth of the supervisor. Holy shit.
At one point, my notes I write in block capital letters: "Kill me."
and showed it to many people as possible, hoping that someone will accept my petition.
vain. Incredibly
when I leave work I recover, I feel Jessica, cinema program peaceful. Ceno
with two trousers and 'na bbirra. Even my grandson with us. Every day he asked me and my mother while kneading his pants, he showed me a lot of balls pizza dough, all for me.
Jessica Albo and he feels his own free will to decide we going to see "The speech of the King."
And let's go. Provo
jeans, but they're all incredibly close to me, and then slip into a skirt and go.
The film is incredible, he, Colin Firth crazy. After the cinema
a beer and here we go when we kicked out. At 4 am
collapse on the bed.
At 11 am a 4 year old child who usually love the madness begins to shout at me to get up in the ears.
I hated with my whole being.
And it's over on Sunday afternoon, I nailed to the bed.