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Hello, here's your brain that speaks to you. Si dovresti conoscermi, quella massa gelatinosa che da qualche giorno a questa parte galleggia nel Cuba Libre dentro la tua testa. Cuba libre che ormai è diventato liquido amniotico per me. Stavo dicendo, non cercare di muoverti troppo velocemente, potrebbe risultarti fatale.

Mi giro nel dormiveglia ed una fitta di dolore mi attraversa la schiena.

Appunto, muoviti piano. Il livido che hai nella schiena te lo sei fatto sabato sera contro la S di Siddharta. Come ti stai chiedendo? Ci sei semplicemente finito contro. Del resto alle quattro del mattino il tuo equilibrio era già andato a farsi benedire da un pezzo. Lo so cosa stai per dire, che era solo la seconda bevuta che facevi there.

I try to open my eyes but they are mixed and continued to see black.

Do not worry, you're not blind. When you were completely drunk you asked Fabiana to wear makeup and she was more drunk than you agreed. Obviously when you came home you did not make-up because you were not able to. And you're still wearing the lenses. For this you can not see anything, people have lost their sight as well.

sigh but all I get is a burp that smells of tobacco, rum and mead.

Bello disgusting, is not it. I worked all night for you to dispose of the aftermath of this hangover. Because now you had already forgotten that you tried to berti a whole bottle of mead alone. Good, true! What is the best home-made. Your cousin is a true artist in this sort of thing. The idea of \u200b\u200bmaking all those shottini was his. Great! Of course, the idromale is a traitor, down the throat sweet sweet but let go a shot from fifty degrees. Would you have been able to stand, if you had not dined all night in Cuba Libre reinforced. Ok, I admit that was a 'my idea, but what can you do if you put lemon gin heartburn.

I hear bells ringing in the distance and try to get up.

Hai sentito sono arrivati tutti i tuoi parenti. Ti ricordi perchè sono qui? Vogliono festeggiare il tuo compleanno. Hai appena compiuto trentuno anni.

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you ever see a star fall

E non ricordi cosa desiderare
Non c'è niente dentro me qui a Varanasi
Perchè dentro ci sei tu, la mia Varanasi Baby
Sai che io non penso più a nessuno
Sai che io non voglio più nessuno
Non ho niente dentro finchè dentro tu ci sei
Anche se non ricordo più il sapore che hai Varanasi Baby
Ora so che ogni uomo trova la sua dannazione
Un rettile può cambiar pelle ma non cambia il cuore
Ma soffri solo a while and then not to suffer more
I have nothing inside, why you're here in Varanasi Baby

Tonight I saw the first shooting star of my life. I was on the roof of my house to smoke. I was there, and I made a mental balance of the week. Meanwhile I looked at the sky at one point I saw something like a piece of a star that broke away from each other and splashing off in another direction. I know that in the reality of outer space is not exactly what happened, but never mind. I instinctively made a wish. Then, immediately after, I thought, but how the fuck is that I saw the first three decades?

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Holiday 2006: Semana Grande - Acqua siamo noi -

18/08

We wake up early in the morning. They will be about two in the afternoon. I am told that during the night I was the author of deplorable incidents. I do not believe at all. In fact I ask my roommates because during the night continued in the post exchange bed. I will note that I did hallucinations. I suspect there is a conspiracy against me but I do not understand why. Anyway! As we first decided to start our own, will be a holiday in p cultural art. But not too much. We lack the means. We decided to go the Aquarium of San Sebastian, the happy medium between our culture and our fattanza. The aquarium is very nice, in addition to all the various crap, p Ezzi type of ship, huge bones of fish, some shells died billions of years ago, there is a wonderful gallery sa marina. This is a glass cylinder that runs completely immersed in water. Here we see the life from the depths in its reality. It 's very beautiful, I was not the first to see or in my life and I remain enthusiastic a. A little 'less Pao that despite the calm that seeks to demonstrate significantly terrified. As I will reveal later, although they admire the beauty of that environment disgusts him. To each his own. If I take me in a greenhouse, the risk of dying, I understand why. We go out with the corpse rico Pao and decide to climb Mount Urgull, which at that time t ry exactly above us. There is a whole maze of narrow streets that wind through the forest covering the slopes of Mt. All lead to the construction that is at the top. The reach. So we discover that this is a cross between a monastery and a fortress. On top to this is a huge statue of Christ overlooking the bay of San Sebastian . We had noticed the previous evening because hé during the fires and for the whole night is always bright as day. Catholic Spain that does not abandon us. The fortress-mon aster is not open to the public and the statue is practical catkins unattainable. Despite all our efforts we have to settle for watching from afar. Still a bit 'facts from the night before we wander aimlessly through the complex of buildings we encounter a hidden chapel. We thus discover that the whole architectural complex as is dedicated to the Holy Christ De La Mota! And I thought it was blasphemous. You never stop learning in this world. As we go down our group is divided, the Pao and Henry return to the hotel for the LocoRoco tim and, while I and Silvia cazzeggiano for the rest of the day including clothing shops, and gothic churches. Or at least for a wild ride through the city. Tracing. Welcome Return to our r we find the road completely blocked by a group of about fifty Brazilians. We manage to get to the hotel to rest in pre CISO when they start playing, c Antar and dance. Continue for the next six hours, which are essential to get some sleep. A little personal thought: over the past two years have always gone on holiday to European destinations are always different from each other. At each location there was a piece of Brazil. This year the dancers last year, Mr. Pizzirillo. What if you have a meaning? Boh? While we are in the room or pao And we get involved with rhythm and surrender to a frenetic dance , also dictated by our mental condition. Finally, we go out for dinner, the Brazilians ono s always there. In the meantime we are also added to the homeless year found that the threshold of our comfortable hotel. This is also great Semana. Facts about five meters, we are immediately approached by a friendly individual who wants to sell us drugs. Chat with this nice person, it turns out he worked in Prato for three years. Happy with our new friend we go to dinner and then devastation. The second night we are physically fit, so war! With a couple of drinks we enter into the heart of the party and begin to socialize with the patrons of this city-bar-chaos. Yes, because San Sebastian is in fact this is a huge nightclub bade born in the city without interruption. You can do whatever you want, it's like a big mass of people, private morality and stupid rules of conduct. At least this is the first impression you get. Or rather what we want to see. All those with whom I can talk during the evening are tourists who come there for the usual reason. Discard. And it succeeds very well. In a moment of lucidity I wonder if even those who live there, the Basques, the meaning of the holiday is the same of us ignorant tourists. I plan to document, but before I go to drink sangria otherwise risk becoming a teetotaler. After the corner reflective, we continue the narrative. The Silvia Pao and being both tired and boyfriends leave us to go to bed while I and Henry remain good to fight on the front of the party as the two heroes. The niziamo to socialize with friendly beings of the opposite sex to ours, but the language reveals a problem. I do not speak Basque and English with English ditto I have serious problems. Even with the Italian, now that I think, but that's another story. Henry seems to get along much better than me, but will be back home with me. Patience, the holiday is still beautiful and I'm enjoying my lot. It's five o'clock in the morning, bloated with alcohol and drugs we take the way home. As we climb the stairs one last thought asshole assails us. Broke down the door with a kick and as we burst into the room, sing a song loudly: Water from us' early spring we ...

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Holiday 2006: Semana Grande-San Sebastian-


17/08

.... and what if the Semana Grande? The Semana Grande is a festival that takes place in Spain and more precisely in the Basque Country in August. I was always told as in terms of total devastation. Indeed, it is so! Take a medium-sized cities such as Prato (Prato and San Sebastian, are curiously the same population, data from Wikipedia), close all the main activities for a week and left open only the hospitals, pubs, bars and restaurants . Then take all the people and served alcohol at a low cost and abundance, then invited to meet together to make the slaughterhouse. Repeat this continuously for one week, and you'll get the Semana Grande. The first question that arises is: why not do it here instead of going to Spain? Probably because Italy is a country with repressive, fascist and papal. But that's another story. Non vi starò a tediare con le tappe aeree del nostro viaggio che a parte un po' di panico del Pao per varie turbolenze all'arrivo a Bilbao, non è stato degno di eventi particolari. L 'unico consiglio che vi posso dare è non tirare mai fuori il portafogli all'aeroporto di Francoforte o i vostri miseri euro si volatizzeranno. Atterriamo a Bilbao, forse la città più famosa, ma non la precedentemente noleggiata, e via verso la nostra metà. Solo cento Km. La prima impressione che sia guardando il paesaggio è che questa non è la Spagna. E' una qualsiasi cazzo di nazione ma non la Spagna. Nel nostro immaginario collettivo associamo a una nazione delle determinate caratteristiche climatologiche. Per cui mai mi sarei aspettato di vedere montagne rather tall, very green forests and clear blue ocean in the distance. We get to end the first half of our trip. Our hcapitale. Our trip is well organized, three days in San Sebastian, a charming seaside town then, another four in Bilbao, according to our information should be bigger and that we suspect may take away more time. Picked up, so our car, hotel is centrally located and while the Pao and Silvia are looking for a tourism office that gives us a map of the city or any information to also make it, I begin to better see the city and its inhabitants. In fact, despite being six in the evening on a normal working day (Thursday) for road is definitely too many people, and not only tourists like us. There is at least a good seventy percent of the population. I think it's curious, then go cop a truck, and that is very curious. With the windows completely blacked out, and covered with lattice anti breakthrough, also both the front and the back half of the cute and parabufali robust, capable of charging the people. I point it to Henry but he is too busy to take apart the machine. We have full insurance, so it is convinced that we can destroy it with impunity. Meanwhile, the Pao and Silvia are back with interesting news. The hotel is minutes away and they also know where to park for free the car. A place not far tells me the Silvia. Unload your luggage and go to park in a place where we arrive in time machine and go back for two more. At this point the narrative I light a rocket, you do what you want. To meet your cognitive abilities, higher and fall I put a little 'explanations of the Basque Country . Study them carefully, you'll need to understand this and the following post. We make our way on foot and by nightfall we begin to see the city. San Sebastian has a wonderful beach enclosed by two mountains that lead respectively in the name of the mountain and hill Urgull .... fuck, I do not remember, both of which dropping into the sea. At night are very suggestive. We decide to down to the beach where he ia already camped a small crowd. As he passes the time people become more and more as if everyone was waiting for something. Finally begins. The bigger and louder fireworks display I've ever seen. It was from when I was five and my father pulled the crackers in bed wake up that I did not feel like a slaughterhouse. The pictures do not do justice, to fully understand it to be seen in person. So next time you go there too poor bastards! Half an hour of barrels, but big ones for example, the next evening, we were at dinner at the same time, as we ate, we were shaking the plates. After this break meltdown that burns the sky, the chaos that was trembling from the day he moved into the street, in people.

And since then the party really begins. The roads leading from the beach to the old city center is a single river of meat in motion. Of course, the move was not without emotion. Of sympathetic individuals with a bull's carcass form on the back range from the crowd running. The detail that makes it a little 'different this thing is that on the surface of this bull craft rockets are turned on. We are a little upset, people enjoy. Beginning to wonder if during this holiday I'll never see a human torch. Unfortunately I will not be satisfied. The old city is the chaotic heart of the festival, of course, is where you will find our hotel. Having the hotel in the center of the festival is really very comfortable, and extremely tactical. It is a jumble of streets between them all the same crossing vertically and horizontally, forming a perfect grid in which getting lost is easy. Almost all the streets are lined by friendly local pub-like disk completely full of people. Exit and enter into the next one. So, without interruption. In each of these drinks are just a few Euros, and use of cannabis is strongly encouraged. In three hours later I see a bit 'of everything that the human mind can imagine: people trying to surf an ironing board on the ground, people who piss everywhere, vomiting sketch. I'll be repetitive but it's chaos. It 's like being at a party, but as big as a city. Beautiful !!!!!! But we just got tired and began to be felt. We opt for a comfortable sleep even though they are four in the night and the party still rages. Tomorrow we'll be in better shape.

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Holiday 2006: The birthday of Silvia

15 / 08

After a night of rest and myself left behind the Gothic excesses of the previous days. I'm ready to restart. Destination tips (you write like that, Henry?), Silvia's birthday. As I had anticipated, by text message, instead of the usual dinner with friends in a coastal village, it will be, yes, a dinner with friends but by boat. Intimately are already terrified! We say that the boat and my stomach does not go quite agree. A demonstration of this thesis in the house I took a bath and I put the shower to avoid seasickness. So i start with the most optimistic hopes. Fetched the cup and Giulia and with the car loaded with more or less legal substances we start at a good pace. After less than an hours drive south about the height of San Miniato, a rocket with a beer in hand and I realize I do not understand già un cazzo. Ed il quel momento ho un'illuminazione. Per vincere il terrore della barca e la paura di vomitare, cercherò di restare il meno lucido possibile. Per tutto il viaggio ci riesc o egregiamente. Dopo un paio d'ore di macchina arriviamo in una cittadina sconosciuta che sospetto sia...non me lo ricordo. Pazienza! Comunque credo che fosse Follonica. Motivo della sosta: attendere l'arrivo della Vignolini , amica della Silvia, che non conosco. Decidiamo d'ingannare il tempo con birrini e aperitivi assortiti nei simpatici locali marittimi. Finalmente arriva e finalmente partiamo per la nostra metà finale, che scopro essere un'ameno distributore della Esso. Lì ci aspettano, oltre alla festeggiata and his better half, his brother Henry, Santini and his future wife Barbara. Reunited the partner had a loose port on the banks of Grosseto. After some logistical mistakes, like wrong pier, boat wrong, wrong state, etc., we find our personal Charon and his boat. Our skipper, a nice boy from Modena who read Mein Kampf, he tells me his name was originally Henry and Frederick, and then Simon. A clear case of multiple personality. Informs me, then, that on a boat there is no figure of the skipper. Or was it master or crew. So I decide to call him skipper. Finally there, the majestic setting sun, we sail anchor, heading towards the open sea. Omit the detail, that at the start, we have nearly run aground with the boats moored nearby. Launched, finally, on the sea with the wind in your hair, I must admit it's a heady feeling. It makes you feel really good. When we decide to change the supply of hydro llo going from sail to engine, is even more beautiful. Of course, unlike the marine propulsion, I try to constantly maintain a system of constant fattanza. I must admit that my previous lighting has hit the mark. I do not feel seasick, in fact I also feel good. Our skipper tries to make us take an active part in the maneuvers of the boat. While Henry and Cup move actively and intelligently, with experienced sailors do, I show all my failure at the first movement. It happens, then why engage when working already in three? Being too experienced on a boat can be fatal, as we shall see later. We will drop anchor in the middle of a cove , with the last rays of sun that warms us and the night comes and the soft roll of the boat, you are really ten. Congratulations and best wishes to the birthday girl for this great idea. Hard to believe but to Santini part, we are all fine. In fact, we eat to taste, his face, watching us very disgusted. We continue the evening with alcohol, drugs, rock'n'roll, cazzeggiano and social chatter. I crossed my initial fears and are forced to reconsider. Actually lying on pon you a boat at sea is really good. The starry sky and the swaying of the boat actually feels good. It seems to fluctuate. Maybe my brain is going a bit 'in baby food, given the excesses. But it is undeniable that the huge oil slick looking with the light breeze that passes by you I've tried some good feelings. Peace and abandonment. The party ends, but especially the hiring of the boat, so it's time to return. There is not much left now to tell. Apart from a small episode that shows some of my previous remarks. The first is that a boat is not always necessary to make a cock. The second is that sailors are born, not made in a single evening. I am referring to our good Franco. The latter, in an excess of zeal or excessive security, has tasted the depths, but especially the excessive cleaning of the waters of the port of Follonica. His was the unintended victim is Danielle who finished inside with him. It seems that the lineup has not governed, or it was badly hooked. Or a few billion assumptions later. The reality is that while the 'through, this' last sold. Splash! And all on the bottom. After a quick observation that there 'were victims of their pride wounded sailor's Cup. I am sincerely given up the most laughs. Were fished out and dried again after a little presentable. Luckily for us, that diesel smell, mixed shit did not attack too. After a sushi offered at the port of tips, we come home, even rimbarcati. In fact, I, Henry, Julia and the Cup, we slept on barcadi Henry. Undone and undone now I'm preparing to sleep. The lullaby that brings me into the arms of Morpheus began: "Learn to swear with your computer. interactive course of oaths. "I realize that the week will be even more difficult .......

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Holiday 2006: M'era Luna - Feel the power of war machine -

13/08

Ci alziamo come al solito di buon mattino, tipo le tredici o giù di lì. Tanto è ormai appurato che l'inizio ce lo dobbiamo perdere. Con la calma e la flemma che ci contraddistingue arriviamo alle 14:30 inoltrate. Stanno già suonando i Letze Ins tanz, che bellamente ignoriamo. La seconda giornata è a mio parere, musicalmente interessante, ma meno impegnativa della precedente per cui saremo spesso al cazzeggio o a fare shopping. Ma andiamo per ordine la giornata inizia per noi con i Rotersand . Com'era prevedibile si dimostrano un grande gruppo. Osannati in Germania, dopo averli ascoltati dal vivo, ne capisco la ragione. Sono stati, forse, il concerto più bello throughout the festival. Or at least one of the most beautiful. Techno Electro hour of class, never boring, to be danced from beginning to end. A real pleasure. We go outside and see the end of Bitrhday The Massacre . What are nice, but too well cariniiiiiiii. I also like on CD, live and is the second time that I see seem to me .... bellini! A applaud anyway that big cunt that matches the name of Chibi, which handle with great care the microphone. No longer, we slack a couple of beers and wait for the Apoptygma Berzerk . Another group was waiting to see for years. But there I was frankly a bit 'wrong. I'm not been a disappointment, indeed, but it was not what I expected. Here we are talking about a historical group, one of the cornerstones of EBM people who taught music to make the Icon Of Coil and the Covenant. For the uninformed Icon Of Coil Combichrist i gave birth. I was expecting a concert that I bare in power and violence. Like hell! I felt a 'lack of good Oretta electro pop sometimes very rocking. With lots of young girls into a frenzy by wet chicks, under the stage at the sight of the singer. To say that I did not like saying what is false. Rather, I was blown away. Perhaps because we are light years away from what I thought. The reason for this change? Boh? I will document and I'll know. A lthough as already I think, is the base money. But this is a hypothesis. At 17:50 after a thorough preparation to go on stage Ministry. For the next hour there will be a single word to describe the situation. War! A concert of the Ministry is like being kicked in the face wake up, and after 10 second pause, be taken with a stick. They gave a shock to the whole festival. Moreover we are always talking about some of the inventors of electronic and shot enough of the first EBM. Not just the newcomers. One hour of pure sonic devastation, Al Jourgensen, despite being completely tired, and can monopolize the attention with his anti-Bush tirades. Of course they can unleash a wild pogo. Perhaps the smaller group of dark gothic festival, but certainly the most devastating. Te Rmin the orgy of sound Ministry, for me also ends the M'era Moon. As they say, the rest is history. In the sense that now I was interested to see who went and played the rest of the evening spent fooling around. Do not miss the opportunity to make a couple of photos to Within Temptation , headlining the second night, but musically sufficiently unbearable. I spend my last three or four hours of fuckin 'around festivals and shopping in local shops, but also shooting a bit' of people dressed in theme. We are now at the end, Among people who start sbaraccare and cram their wares, there are those who decide to go straight, raising his loud music and begin to form small Capanella, gradually become larger, people dancing outside the stand. This is also M'era Moon.

14/08

time of delivery, the Luna M'era now finished, and also for our two explorers of the dark
International is now time to return to his native Italy. We leave our luxurious apartment and take the way home. The return trip goes smoothly or episodes worthy note. If we neglect a German that the highway after having crossed the road began to take pictures of our car and shows us so aggressive. Or that while I was driving between Ingolstadt and Monaco and maintain not just a quiet speed of 200 km / h a guy (also German) began sfanalarmi to pass. And I went to two hundred. Mah? Any of strange people. The only fact really worthy of note was the challenge between me and Andrew. What could it be that has competition in two young guys like us ok. A beautiful invitation to those who made the score more smelly. Obviously I have triumphed both odor frequency. A nothing is worth the full sandwich with cheese cake and eaten by my cousin to an obscure Austrian motorway services. My shitwave annihilated him. So after ten-hour drive we went home. A 'last message from Andrea about an hour later. The text read simply: "home." Germany was over and even Luna M'era now what to expect?

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Holiday 2006: M'era Moon - In the snakehole -

12/08

We wake up early, just as we do know. It's eleven o'clock when we go down to breakfast. Of course, the concert began at eleven!. Sometimes I suspect I'll be able to arrive late even the hour of my death. And Andrea is not far behind me. After a frugal breakfast and light made with eggs, bacon, ham Salami is a 'bit of bread and nutella for dessert. How I love the breakfast in Germany! We are ready to go. And where? At the concert? No! A shop. Convinced that only a shop on the mainland (?) We can accept credit cards. Go in the only shop in the center of Hildesheim Gothic there. Needless to say, the smallest store of its kind in Germany appeared to our eyes as smart as the Mecca. Here we indulged trying the most absurd things and trying with a bevy of young and very fascinated that they were only committed to us. Also because everyone was M'era the moon and we were the only patrons of the store. But let's move on. As we prepare to Andrea I note that we are Germany. I decided then to say Sieg Heil and raise your right arm to indicate, whenever I'm asked a signpost. I do this just to make me sympathetic to the indigenous population. Strangely, I do not get much success. In the end we are ready and only the 13:30 we lost only the first seven groups. The only people who already knew that I had also seen the Gothminister willingly. With hindsight, and especially after listening to the collection, I regret not having listened to Lluther. Let's finally to the airport where you're already doing that for which we came. M'era The Moon takes place in an airport on the outskirts of Hildesheim. A small airport with his good control tower and its runways and take-off and the hangar to house aircraft. Of course in those days is not active. A count of two stages in the building, called just outside the hangar and a main or principal just called. This whole structure takes the form of a semicircle. Semicircle on the other extreme are the stores that sell mostly on clothing, but also music, coffins and severed limbs. And a sympathetic dentist who applied prosthetic make pointy canines. So to explain once and for all how it is structured environment. As we enter we immediately meet the Picci and Faby cantieratissima, who came from Berlin. I can see the end of Girls Under Glass , authors of Industrial Electro Gothic, at least on CD I liked. Now I do not even have time to judge them. I make him some pictures and I just throw me in the building for the first group of some significance the italians Dopestarsinc . The debut album was a spectacle, and the authors of a Cyber \u200b\u200bElectro Industrial, live am not less. Their music is very catchy and live they're doing great. Despite being penalized in the first song by a sound not quite divine, as play became increasingly devastating and engaging. In the ass to those who say that we know only win the World Cup. Here too we demonstrating superiority abroad, on a genre that we are a niche. Skip the Mesh for a beer and a chat with our friends meet again. I take a quick detour to see Liv Kristine which is a good voice and is also a large trunk, Pussy, but is accompanied by a musical style a bit 'bland. A very German folk-rock, sung in German as well. I am going to Funkervogt , another group that I would like to hear. At 16:00 in the sun the whole lawn M'era moon was dancing to the rhythm of these gentlemen Pop Electro Industrial Germans. Beautiful. A devastating sound, well too. E 'was also the first concert in my life which I had to come off before the end. Low prevented me from breathing. I was particularly impressed by a scenic point of view from the keyboard, Björn Böttcher. After a pause sufficient alcohol-made cuisine to the rhythm of Bratwürstel and beer, we pause to rest on a lawn. While they are passing off and Die Krupps Unheling in, we are dedicated to recreational activities-hallucinatory. You can imagine the results. Refreshed by alcohol, food, drugs, and we are going to see the crap Blutengel . The theater Blutengel! There is no middle ground or you like it or not. I am not referring to music, but the theatricality. Musically produce a great electro pop very catchy and well paced. Maybe too catchy. The correct definition is "well-packaged. From the visual point of view are quite a sideshow. But let's order. Pohl, lenses on the eyes and vampire teeth, accompanied by the seductive forms of Constance and Ulrike (both vocals), two semi-nude live-peroformers (women of course) appears on stage plastered all beautiful in his beautiful black suit and dark glasses. See `` Go to Hell, with the two performers dressed as an angel one white and one black (the usual game of good and evil), `Kingdom` Pohl with wanting to be seated on the throne by Constance groped while Sonja (I think) and again bowls full of `blood ', front and back crosses, torches, and six or seven masked men dressed in a robe, cross and featureless white mask, amoreggiementi fetishes, eroticism penny. A nice sideshow. I even liked the music a little 'too commercial, the Germans were in delirium. But you know how the Teutonic Truzzi average. Once we jumped in the booth to see Deathstars , training as an apprentice just before the beginning has Scandinavian roots. The first impact was from a Rammstein concert and end up feeling the The69eyes. That is part of the Death goth industrial achieving a Goth Rock Synth. Cd I had partially meal (too repetitive), and were dragged alive from the essential. Not comment on the singer, Whiplasher: naked, sweaty, greasy and covered with glitter, drag is still very live. After the concert I start out to make room for the Bauhaus and here I get a 'surprise inaspetttata music. On the outdoor stage are exhibiting Nitzer Ebb, group completely unknown to me. After about two minutes I had allegedly pulled a dark force in the middle and danced like a demon. They were something truly engaging. Two Smoking Barrels known as Douglas McCarthy (vocals) and Bon Harris (music), I have literally come out of the brain. Accomplices also not too licit substance of few tens of minutes, but other than that have been masterful. As I later discovered was one of the most significant British cheered the rave of the late '80s. They have created a cauldron at the moment of orgiastic dances, violent and hectic. Really beautiful. Unfortunately, I could not take pictures, the battery starts to drop. We finally reach the climax of the evening: Bauhaus. I honestly believed him dead and buried long ago and yet here is the rabbit out the hat. Peter Murphy & Associates (training somewhat altered from that of the 80) are quite fit, especially him. It 's true that does not go out of the coffin, but this man knows almost sixty still ride the stage with an inimitable style and class. I am now in ecstasy, I abandon myself to the joy of listening to one of the key groups of dark world scene. The only drawback of the performance, he sang for three quarters of an hour without a microphone good! Not very clear technical problems. Bela Lugosi on the notes of 'dead ends on the first day of intense and M'era Moon. At least from the point of view concertuale. In fact the hangar waiting for us our beautiful evening ball over four hours. The peak and Mrs. view the weariness of travel as we leave the concert. Andrea and I we are launching a series of wild dancing , looking for pussy Gothic and German. Only during a moment of distraction we sit down and ... We are no longer able to stand up. My legs gave way, but you try it to stand sixteen hours with knee-high boots to dance and walk. It is three and the first day was great but it's gone. We can grant us a deserved rest. Everyone to bed to face another dark day.

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Holiday 2006: M'era Moon-Wake up, it's time to go-

08.11

This is the expression that we had more or less at 01:47 of Friday, August 11. That is when we went to the Moon M'era. Me and my brave cousin. As the novel Marco Polo on the Silk Road, we left these shores for the long dark way. And to get up to Hildesheim, Germany, the trip was long but without setbacks. After less than half an hour we stop at the first roadside restaurants. Now, in this regard I have a theory that me meadow, Tuscany and Italy are countries typically chewy. As the fly paper, get out of it is very hard. I feel this feeling every time I try to get away from Prato. When I go to Decadence (which is in Bologna). Whenever I try to get out of the usual circle of habits. But do not digress to personal considerations. Back to our journey in which we have digressed and disclosed. And much chatting you do to pass the journey. Li came up with the observation that you are caught in the Baltic cod in the ass. From there, the real strength of the Capitan Findus. As just one example. Meanwhile, the miles pass or if you prefer the idea of \u200b\u200bexhuming Jesus Christ and use it as a courier. Which, being one and three more moves quickly. Supertrans Jesus Christ. Meanwhile, the miles passed. We arrived at dawn near the Alps and there is the first change of leadership. Andrea takeover collapses and I have said that after all that shit are much cooler. Dawn takes place in Austria in the middle of the mountains , but especially in the rain. The new day wakes up and sees: that I drove, Andrea, who is asleep, a time and just as shitty shitty cd bob marley. So for me the way to Bob Marley and reggae are all loud shit. After a sleepless night with your traveling companion who sleeps hate him. Skip to Austria. 06:23 hours, accompanied by my fart sound we go into greater Germany. For those who cross the Gremania in car there are two big advantages. The first and the highways are not paid, and second that there are no speed limits. After half an hour Monaco and its wind turbines we are already seeing their ass with their perpetual rotate. My Cousin, regains consciousness and gives me the change and after must fully distributed. Now it's my turn to collapse. I wake up in a storm in the Black Forest. In the endless, nameless, timeless, infinite, unwatchable Black Forest (there I put the fucking forest, are you happy). Less than five hundred kilometers and nine o'clock, the time is ideal for breakfast. I love German food is so rich in meat and pork, a little 'less Andrea, indomitable vegetarian. While I do my first nice and hot dogs, he opts for a more healthy breakfast. The champion, I think. Pringles with onion and a sort of Granarolo German chocolate. As highway Germans are many vegetables. At about two hundred kilometers we spot the first dark in parking areas. We are approaching the goal is now ours, and nothing can stop us. And finally we . Hildesheim is ours. At 14:00, we have already found the hotel, then we find an apartment. We eat a bite accompanied by a good German beer and finally we allow ourselves a well earned rest. I remember the last words of Andrew: "We sleep a half hour and then go shopping in any store." There are about nine o'clock when we wake up. Skipped our good intentions of shopping, we go to dinner at a nice turkish who runs a pizzeria in the city center. Now we are ready to address what then entered history as common as the warm-up party. As the name implies is the evening of preparation for the concert to be held on successive days. These five dj rolling hammer us with a little 'healthy EBM and Eletro within six hours. Effectively split the ass with a dj-set cinebrivido. This was followed in rapid succession: DJ Krischan (Rotersand), the protagonist of a wonderful tumble from the stage two days later, DJ Karstedt (Sonic Seducer) I figured if I liked it or not, DJ Terence Fixmer , Bravissimo, put music from fear, LaPlegua DJ Andy (Combichrist), I went to see him placed as if to me it seemed very normal, Dj Jane Medusa (Sonic Seducer), which brought the most beautiful music ever. I could not stop dancing. But it's not just me. All the 'hangar impazzito.Una what seemed to be that risk of going a bit' by sborone. The warm-up party is in many but not all. Few people start with one day in advance and are there to dance beautiful fresh six hours. In fact, some fuckin 'around among the people present in the hangar, Pido meeting and his herd of females, the first Italian briefcase after I see from my cousin. Indeed the first. This shows that we were very few. But in the following days there were more. The first day he went well. We are happy, Teutonic earth to twelve hundred and fifty miles from home. Dressed in our full latex and leather with studs, reflect the shining (M'era) Moon will slide up the next day.