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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 .......