adjourn for a short period, the drafting of the encyclical "contra mulierium Moremi" started two posts ago for a brief digression, balanced tightrope walker at the edge of genetics. A brave attempt to remove Cesere to what is Caesar's and give it back to historic anti-onanism, Pompey. And return to a beloved topos Section Lipparini, "the Adriatic Coast, already partly addressed in the post" The usual Carnaio inhuman ", but now we face in the editio maior!
What future for eco-tourism in romagna? the question arises in every heart and noble human.
For this reason I asked the question the centipede - Gregory - who lives permanently the right jamb of the shutter of my kitchen: no reply. She said: "I think" and took refuge in an unusual silence.
I've been to the river and more 'than once and I admit it: I loved as one loves the Gradisca Fellini. Amata mercenary with lust. Paying, paying, paying!
And, miraculously, I found the words that Salvador Dali used to describe the art of his contemporary, the perfect description of the Romagna.
"profound lack of appreciation of intellectual systems. Depression particularly strong rational activity, which reaches the edge of mental retardation. Imbecility lyric-positive. Total unconsciousness aesthetics. No lyric-religious coercion. On the other hand: escape, Freedom unconscious mechanisms of development. Robotics ornamental. Stereo, neologisms. Great childhood neurosis. Needs and feelings of wonder and dell'orginalità iperestetica. Impudence absolute pride, frantic exhibitionism of imperialist whim and fancy. No sense of proportion. Realization of desires petrified. Majestic flowering of erotic tendencies, irrational, unconscious. "
S. Dali "Those bastards of modern .
It 'obvious that this time it is of the self-write and turn it nell'IIIOOO gaping mouth of the mule that makes a fine show of himself. (Forgive me if I said Carmelo).
E 'obvious to all that in a hyper-Romagna impera magic: the new frontier of the a-historical and eternal desire with no way of escape. She finds asylum in any form of symbolic imagery, without any restraint and historical roots.
Guardate gli ombrelloni che come un grande sudario avvolgono quelle spiagge e vi troverete le tracce della sindone. Insanguinata come da una corrida immaginaria di uomini e donne che si affrontano nell’arena del desiderio.
"Che spettacolo questo infuriare delle balneazione!" diceva il poeta di Casarsa.
L’aspetto lineare, reticolare degli ombrelloni è il corrispettivo oggettivo dell’incasellamento che patiscono i miserandi polli da allevamento, solo che a differenza nostra non lo fanno per scelta e non pagano pedaggio in quel vestibolo carcerario e parallelamente omologo che sono i caselli autostradali.
Come si legge, la ridondanza semantica è sin troppo evidente e uscendo di metafora si potrebbe dire che sbarcando in Romagna in the realm of absolutism commercial resort. But the jumble of symbols which are buried in the ground marked by the cat o 'nine tails of the Adriatic can not get out of the metaphor. It is all part of the language game and obviously not as nouns, but as synonymous counterparts. Made of the same language, or rather to be spoken the same language that you can not talk. Explain what it means exactly the speaker of Coconuts (disco pub near the port of Rimini, ed) when screaming "crazy beach 2007!! Hands up!! Let's enjoy this fucking life!! Peace love, no to war!! Amooooooorre! "And I cover you with gold.
I can tell because the substance is not there, there, and apparently, has never existed: just crap, not nouns, but synonyms. This beautiful speaker is not speaking of anything, it's nothing to talk about her. And 'This is the positive lyrical idiocy: the crazy claim to assert positively that something is a negative (a non-being) that instead of being alleged, asserted first. The miracle of interpretation to be alleged by an absence!
Gradisca Romagna is like a dream in a veiled and misty room at the Grand Hotel.
There is no future for eco-tourism for the romagna, because the romagna never existed. Any other statement by the way is intolerable! There remains only the echo, and in addition, in the distance.
Pardon the pun, it's late at night!
What future for eco-tourism in romagna? the question arises in every heart and noble human.
For this reason I asked the question the centipede - Gregory - who lives permanently the right jamb of the shutter of my kitchen: no reply. She said: "I think" and took refuge in an unusual silence.
I've been to the river and more 'than once and I admit it: I loved as one loves the Gradisca Fellini. Amata mercenary with lust. Paying, paying, paying!
And, miraculously, I found the words that Salvador Dali used to describe the art of his contemporary, the perfect description of the Romagna.
"profound lack of appreciation of intellectual systems. Depression particularly strong rational activity, which reaches the edge of mental retardation. Imbecility lyric-positive. Total unconsciousness aesthetics. No lyric-religious coercion. On the other hand: escape, Freedom unconscious mechanisms of development. Robotics ornamental. Stereo, neologisms. Great childhood neurosis. Needs and feelings of wonder and dell'orginalità iperestetica. Impudence absolute pride, frantic exhibitionism of imperialist whim and fancy. No sense of proportion. Realization of desires petrified. Majestic flowering of erotic tendencies, irrational, unconscious. "
S. Dali "Those bastards of modern .
It 'obvious that this time it is of the self-write and turn it nell'IIIOOO gaping mouth of the mule that makes a fine show of himself. (Forgive me if I said Carmelo).
E 'obvious to all that in a hyper-Romagna impera magic: the new frontier of the a-historical and eternal desire with no way of escape. She finds asylum in any form of symbolic imagery, without any restraint and historical roots.
Guardate gli ombrelloni che come un grande sudario avvolgono quelle spiagge e vi troverete le tracce della sindone. Insanguinata come da una corrida immaginaria di uomini e donne che si affrontano nell’arena del desiderio.
"Che spettacolo questo infuriare delle balneazione!" diceva il poeta di Casarsa.
L’aspetto lineare, reticolare degli ombrelloni è il corrispettivo oggettivo dell’incasellamento che patiscono i miserandi polli da allevamento, solo che a differenza nostra non lo fanno per scelta e non pagano pedaggio in quel vestibolo carcerario e parallelamente omologo che sono i caselli autostradali.
Come si legge, la ridondanza semantica è sin troppo evidente e uscendo di metafora si potrebbe dire che sbarcando in Romagna in the realm of absolutism commercial resort. But the jumble of symbols which are buried in the ground marked by the cat o 'nine tails of the Adriatic can not get out of the metaphor. It is all part of the language game and obviously not as nouns, but as synonymous counterparts. Made of the same language, or rather to be spoken the same language that you can not talk. Explain what it means exactly the speaker of Coconuts (disco pub near the port of Rimini, ed) when screaming "crazy beach 2007!! Hands up!! Let's enjoy this fucking life!! Peace love, no to war!! Amooooooorre! "And I cover you with gold.
I can tell because the substance is not there, there, and apparently, has never existed: just crap, not nouns, but synonyms. This beautiful speaker is not speaking of anything, it's nothing to talk about her. And 'This is the positive lyrical idiocy: the crazy claim to assert positively that something is a negative (a non-being) that instead of being alleged, asserted first. The miracle of interpretation to be alleged by an absence!
Gradisca Romagna is like a dream in a veiled and misty room at the Grand Hotel.
There is no future for eco-tourism for the romagna, because the romagna never existed. Any other statement by the way is intolerable! There remains only the echo, and in addition, in the distance.
Pardon the pun, it's late at night!
Lipparini Section - Mr J 
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