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5/25/2007 Happy birthday, yeah yeahE sono ventuno. Un altro anno in meno a morire. Dall'ultima volta che ho festeggiato questa ricorrenza, molto è cambiato; di certo molto più che tra due anni fa e l'anno scorso. Ora sono uno studente universitario, eh! Mica merda. Ma tranquilli, lo sapete, sono sempre il solito caro vecchio coglione arrogante e pieno di sé. La mia vita è, irrazionalmente (se volete), piena. Questa storia mi ha dato, mi sta dando, spero continuerà a darmi una felicità strana e sconosciuto. Grazie, F. Parimenti devo semplicemente troppo a tutti i miei amici, anche coloro che qui non ho mai citato; eccoli qua, in ordine sparso: Marta, Ila, Bog, Fra, Fabio, Paris, Vane, Marco, i vari Andrea, Daniela, e tutti gli altri che è lecito dimenticarsi, a quest'ora. Grazie ancora una volta. Sia chiaro: non iniziano comunque bene, questi 21 anni. Tanto per non smentire la legge di Murphy. 5/17/2007 Ma non ha nulla di meglio da fare?Cito: "SAN PAOLO, 11 MAG - Alla vigilia delle
manifestazioni di domani a Roma, Benedetto XVI,e' tornato a
difendere la famiglia, condannando il divorzio.Di fronte ai
vescovi brasiliani si dice preoccupato per gli 'attacchi
alla famiglia e alla santita' del matrimonio e per i delitti
contro la vita',a volte perpetrati 'in nome della liberta'
individuale'.E con angoscia osserva la diffusione della
'ferita del divorzio e delle libere unioni:la vita sociale
sta attraversando momenti di smarrimento sconcertante'.
" Benedetto sedicesimo. Secolo. 5/8/2007 After an year... The Artist
Arthur Bloch Agustine became a Father of the Church also just for hiding some facts. They are enumerated in a now remote apocryphal parchment, which existence Ousley deduce from the Dead Sea Scrolls, and that time (or will) wrecked.
What’s left of it is ciphered in Jaromir Hladìk’s “Vindication of eternity”, among the odd lines of the sixth chapter. I will just relate, for an higher will, what the philological sternness imposes.
“[…] He was a man full of genius, like nobody had seen before. He created a plot of exploitation, corruption and degeneration, which not even the smartest person could have recognized as it’s really is.
The exaggerated perfection and the hindsight allowed the plot to be unveiled; anyhow, much work has been done in order to remove the defects and to file the roughness. Today the few who speak the truth are dubbed as mad; I entrust these unanimous words the future, hoping that the truth will vanish along with the lies.
It happened a long time ago, but the consequences still afflict our present, and, if people will still suffer the same weaknesses, the future will be discouraged for several other centuries.
He was the finest mankind connoisseur ever existed; he managed to exploit hope and limits, building ideals and forgeries, whom even facts don’t influence at all.
He was, and I’m not afraid to say it, the most terrible and deepest artist; he modeled his existence considering his death and his death considering the eternity. Nothing in his life was decided by anyone other than him; no act or will were finalized to anything other than the infinity.
His plan was perfect as much as its fulfillment. Those who are still named his “disciples”, “epigones”, “follower” or other declinations, are nothing but mechanisms of a gigantic machine, whom he imprinted a permanent and diabolic motion.
The following centuries will justify his vertiginous project. According to untrustworthy sources, in the crowning moment he pronounced these words: «You deride me, you tear me apart, you spit me. But you don’t realize, oh you fool, that you’re doing nothing but accomplishing my will! Keep on pirckling me, Longinus, for every wound caused by your spear is another step towards the eternity.» ” |
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