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I stole this from everthere's blog
It sounded like fun so here it is:

The List.



Mine:

- Milla Jovovich
- Nastassja Kinski
- Liv Tyler
- Linda Evangelista
- Janine Turner

Sinead O'Connor sings the 1975 "Streets of London" song by Ralph McTell.


Have you seen the old man
In the closed-down market
Kicking up the paper,
with his worn out shoes?
In his eyes you'll see no pride
And held loosely at his side
Yesterday's paper telling yesterday's news

So how can you tell me you're lonely,
And say for you the sun won't shine?...
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My mother is much better now.
She is now in her second day in the hospital
where they are running some more tests, just for safety.
Her values went back to normal,
thanks to the pills she is taking now.
All seems a little more normal now, thank god,
even though she is of course still a little weak.
I am waiting to hear the...
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My mother suffered a minor stroke yesterday.

She is 65 years old.
My sister called me today and told me.
They have spent almost the entire night in the hospital.
My mother is like me, so, by the time she was herself again,
she asked and signed the papers to leave the hospital.

I talked to her today
and on request of my sister,
I...
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Remember to laugh as often as you can,
you can't do anything to yourself better than this.

Remember to think about what your place in the universe is,
guess what, it ain't the center.

Remember that if you love yourself, you don't need anything or anyone,
they will all need you instead.

Remember that time is not infinite
but remember also that rushing won't get...
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This is "Margherita", a song by Riccardo Cocciante (1976),
probably one of the most beautiful italian songs ever written.
I don't want to add too many of my words to it,
here is the text with english translation.
After reading it,
enjoy the YouTube audio.

Be loving and always in love, somehow.
Don't become cold.
That's the end of everything human in you.

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Io...
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Mood: Relaxed Conspirator
Weather: 17C - Clear - Wind: SE at 11 km/h - Humidity: 55%
Eating: Just finished eating butter croissants with whipped cream
Drinking: Hot concentrated italian espresso
Wearing: Still in my pijama
Listening to: My LastFM Lalo Schifrin and similar artists radio station
Reading: F. Dostoevskij - Raw Youth
Wanting: A job as glamour fetish erotic illustrator / graphic novel artist
Future...
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- "Nobody has a clue and they just wait for someone to tell them something".

- "Everybody hurts everybody... but everybody is innocent, too, because they do not have a clue".

- "Everybody is guilty or victim, at different times. They all just meet, most of the times, at the wrong time".

- "Everybody needs someone but nobody wants someone who needs someone".

- "Everybody...
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Aw. Get lost, everyone.
Until you are able to show me something more
than the average "I'll lick your ass" or
the even more depressing
"I'll fight you even though I don't even begin to understand you" attitude,
just get lost.

I mean it, guys.

We're trying to make mankind progress here,
so just do us all a favor and remove yourself from the gene...
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This is an experiment. A photoblog, with basically no comment,
a Magical Mystery Tour among the images resting in my hard drives
but more realistically, about me, the things I like, the things that make me stop and look,
the things that make me think or just smile and love life again,
the things that haunted my thoughts yesterday, today and tomorrow,
for the good...
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More words.
Against my resolution to do more and talk less.
Yet, no drawings, just more words.

I have spent all my life, now I realize,
like many artists, trying to remove from the eye of my mind
all that was unnecessary, in the wishful attempt to find
what is really necessary, by the shortcut of an easier way.
Remove, necessary action anyway...
It did...
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She orbits in simple curves,
large paths on the ecliptic of her heart,
when she approaches her equinox,
I can almost touch her
and then she's gone again.

In this region of the universe
I was put to cross her path,
and she leaves just to return.
What if our hands would lock
and break this perpetual sidereal clockwork...

I feel that there's a crowd...
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