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I send all of the petals on Pandora! (And rimaneteci, as well.)

Catania January 30, 2010

And so we are falling too. And I went to see "Avatar". I thought this movie blockbuster, everyone is talking about, I have to see me well, eccheccavolo , I must have my own opinion! And now I have it. And since I know that you have and review no, and since I want to spend time there, everyone out of the room have thought about going home to pack up and move on Pandora can stop reading after the next point. And they can move ... I do not want to talk!

(Point).

Well, I know now that you've been in a few, I can call friends, ordunque!

Avatar is definitely the kind of movie I would never see. But I like being able to contribute in some way to run the economy! I said to myself: all those who will be enriched with super collections of this miracle of special effects I have to think about when their super luxury villa will have a hot bath in the Jacuzzi in black lacquer with ultrasound, paid with my money. "Thank You idiot, do you shower with the boiler 30 liters , that gives you a jet of hot water for no longer than 5 minutes, and I dish with champagne in this tank as big as your whole house! "

And so I sit on my chair and I got on the 3D eyeglasses.

Who invented them 'sti infernal contraptions? While we do not I see an inch of his nose, after I donated to Avatar Pandora (I know the name of any NGO rather than a planet) at least three more dioptres and I do not know who to ask for damages.

What then I was sitting behind me with the usual tamarrino frangettina petrified by gel mica gliel'hanno taught to sit compound. He looked like a runaway horse while kicking forcefully against the back of my chair. And I thought: "Thank God you're here in small tamarrino grass, give me four kicks me every time I close the lid." Because who knows me well knows that the undersigned is asleep at the cinema. I have this difettuccio, what can I do? I had also taken a coffee to avoid it, but it did not, my good half hour of sleep I have cut out despite the scary monsters and half-ape and hominid means smurfs approached me in the face with rude ways, without regard to distance relationship that should exist between two strangers .

Damn, I take your breath away alien in the neck!

But let's get to the movie.

So, we are on Pandora, a planet far from earth a few light years, 44 to be exact. Pandora, the original name, eh? Not by chance do not open a jar .... a kind of pristine jungle where a population of indigenous animist, the Na'vi, live in symbiosis deep (but I would say pathologically obsessive) with Mother Nature. Noteworthy is the fact that, for once, humans are the invaders to be bad, we were all tired of ordinary scenes of destruction of American cities on the big screen by aliens, earthquakes, meteors, floods, ice ages, eccheppalle ! Then why not make a film of its kind in Catania, with the Liotrivi being swallowed up, say, by the waters of the Ionian sea or crushed by a comet from its course, gone mad? What's more the Statue of Liberty?

Or do even more likely, perhaps with Catania submerged by lava while residents barricade themselves at home and drink the Etna Fire Russo brothers, to exorcise the unjust fate that awaits them and to anesthetize pain dall'atroce incineration which are inexorably meeting.

So there's this Shipping sull'incontaminato Pandora by both brilliant scientists, who were studying the indigenous tribes that inhabit this planet and the lush vegetation that grows there, and colonizers of bad guys in uniform ( American, of course) intent to appropriate the ' unobtanium , a mineral whose market value is estimated at 20 million per kilo. I like this not so subtle reference to the war in Iraq and the extreme ease with which label the West as an enemy who has the energy source is lacking in the strongest.

Then we see ... there are scientists to merge with the local tribe and create an avatar for more research mixing the human genome so that the humanoid alien who comes out has all the characteristics of the human face and body puffoso (overdeveloped though) 's alien. Oh God, not to be believed, a torture to see the beautiful face of Sam Worthington, Jake Sully, in the film, devastated by a bluish color, a nose by apache, a tail boom, and it ends with a braid by jellyfish tentacles. Braid that can be used to establish a connection with some strange creature vaguely resembling a horse that has been genetically modified inadvertently created some more leg. Practically, in an age when cars come on and start pressing on the keys to becoming an old memory, they bring with them the key-shaped jellyfish in their hair and used it to set in motion an improbable animal.

Original, no doubt about it.

And then we have the lovely Jake Sully who lands on Pandora and falls in love with the princess and the pea, the tribal chief's daughter (I love those cliches!). It was like the wild Smurfette Pandora's Box.

Their first meeting is hilarious.

He taught me one thing: the language of women is truly universal. They never say what they think, make omelets and rotate at will, even if they are blue, have tails, they are the spiritual and alien.

The scene is this: there is the avatar of Sully in your life at risk, threatened by the first half elephant (or rhino maybe?) With the fish head from a hammer, then from another animal that despite I'm trying to find my ability to find a similarity of categorization of something earth anchor unfortunately fails, and finally something that looks like a pack of dogs or maybe anorexic and ferocious wolves, from a Tyrannosaurus tooth. Poor things that I would have also made him eat humanoid puffoso who had so much need to put something under your teeth!

When Sully's avatar appears doomed here tick the beautiful princess (beautiful?) Saves him by throwing poisoned arrows and killing them one by one the new testimonial campaign against anorexia.

seemed to wait and see in a skirt and blue version of Robin Hood.

He thanks you, as a courtesy, and she picks it up immediately: "Do not thank for this is not nice to kill! "like any good animist torn by guilt for having prevailed on Mother Earth. And when he legitimately asked: "Then why did you save me?" She limps and goes out with this phrase from the vocabulary of the perfect romantic little woman, "Why do you have a big heart!"

Look Pandora's Smurfette where did you see him a big heart? What do you think that we earthlings are dumb? Tell that aliens had hormones in an uproar. Admit that you voyeur, you thought all the possible positions for sex while the extreme with the avatar spiavi a tree, before he was in mortal danger, that the way in which the looked we saw it all!

All women equal, "I'll go with you because I love you, not because it excites me!" That would be sacrilege!

whole universe is a place, nothing to do.

And so the love blossoms between the avatar and the princess. She taught him to speak, to move and live as one of them. He learns quickly, forget the reason why they sent on ahead ("Make the smurfs giant dislodge from the village that we need the mineral over which they eat") actually becomes one of them, fighting the war against the wicked settlers who had initially hired, the wins with the help of Mother Nature gives up her man's body and remains on Pandora, with his beloved.

A Love Story I miss so alien, it should be ...

It is Well ... James Cameron is a sentimentalist who we all know, is not it?

And if here is to give Sully a nice generous reward money, the promise to get back his legs (he was on a wheelchair to become the first avatar), and the glory of the conquest of space, such as forgetting the waiver which compels Rose, the whale star of Titanic?

you remember the irrepressible red promise fascination with the rich man's bride Latin? What was to become the wife of one of the few men left on earth able to pull air in the tea-table, on with the good china cups, and the intimacy that would never be more due to show around with rookie shaven, blond and poor? We own you! that renunciation of virility and the portfolio of the real man and begins to make Squinzi with Leonardo DiCaprio, the man-child by definition. I always thought it was stupid Rose, but will that were different times. Time when men loved men do and it was difficult to find a man who looked and behaved like a man, as well. Today, in general, jealous of that type you see only in films and in your real life, dating men scheduled to open relations and without obligation. That will enter a code when they are still in the womb. Otherwise I do not know how to explain.

What then silly end of the cold waters of the ocean clinging to nonmiricordocosa but it is not shifting his big ass float and cling is also the rookie! No! Lets swallow the abyss, while floating around in their eyes love anemic infants (Oh you were dead!) Did I ever wanted to tell Cameron that there could save them, who have turned a love story than a film documentary and the corpse of child drowned there is, it's in bad taste!

said that I would say that I lost eighty percent of my readers.

All right, come on, I just wanted to tell you about the movie doing a bit 'of irony!

Andatevelo to see Avatar, the super villa with Jacuzzi must have all the ones we have invested a fistful of dollars to implement it.

I also agree that we have it, I would just build it to him on Pandora, so have a good reason to stay there!

But this need not necessarily agree!

Silvia.

How Far Can Walkie Talkies Go In A City

Utopia lies in the shadow of the Great Tree.

Catania January 24, 2010

From the balcony of my house you see a pine tree. A majestic pine and dignified, with the green leaves that seem to outstretched hands down, trying to caress the world, never succeed, because the tree is too big for us that we are on the ground.

"Dad what is the big tree? "

" This Love "
" But what is old? "
" It 's so old, so old that when I was a child he was already so great. "

Great Tree is my home.
Big Tree the sky and bring down a piece of blue and I do not believe in God.
Great Tree has branches that can do immense roof and swollen roots that become concave at times, and can act as a cradle.
Great Tree has been there for however many years, I I have always seen the Great, and baby I do not think so. Large tree, says Brother Wise, seems to me to tell you: I'm here and I can not help it.
And I like this mocking his immobility, and everything changes.
I stand here and sbrigatela you with what's happening around you.
Sbrigatela almost thirty years, you and your dreams.
"What have you done? Have you yet? You look at me you were a child and full of blond curls and dreamed your dreams so much that I penetrated into the cortex and are stuck between the wheels of my old age, and now my wounds are cuts. You dreamed you were early awake, lively ".
"No I'm not dreaming of the Great Tree. Dreams are only dreams real and have infinite potential, mine were utopias that have only one fate, that of not having one. But what do you know? You're always there motionless. "

so happens that one day you look like a thousand other Great Tree, a day like this for almost twenty years ago when they had ten years of watching him with those eyes, only a slightly 'bluer.

He reminds you that you were ten, ten years when you thought you'd be able to become all that you could be what wanted, that was no time to study, live, hope, love, singing, falls and dreams, that to be a star enough to climb to the top of him and grab it.

I was ten and you were a child and did not think at all, that the soil from which the Great Tree had appeared a day like a century ago was the same today that does not welcome those who you thought was the same as you .

I was ten years was just love and love and the differences between homosexual and heterosexual did not know and you do not care, because love is love, so many stories!

What were the colors of skin color only, that the rainbow Mica has many and there is one better than another.

God was one, which you call God and others call him Allah, Buddha and others, or whatever he likes, but it was just a name, how you call your cousin's name is Silvia and Claudia and He is called God

you had to study, then find a job you like and make money and you buy a house with a garden and planted a big tree, your children need a constant while all change and does not go in the direction of dreams.

I was ten and a crucifix to school was only a crucifix and certainly would not have protested, as you do now, if in class you had not provided the same way the mats to pray facing Mecca , which in ten years Mecca is a spelling error that if you take the "M" and put the "S" the correct, because you studied something on the dry subsidiary, in the geography.

I was ten and thirty-somethings were "great" and that there could be such big babies who calls them and begging them to leave € 500 mom and dad, that the euro did not know yet what it was but if you are asked if they had a million can pay you your life would you have laughed at you, and you would come well well as your height and this is almost the same.

I was ten and I think that starve the children were only in Africa that they had no food and you had to eat everything else was as if I did them wrong, and you could not imagine that to let die could also be two young men who love each other and that food was a way to proclaim to the world that you love, you exist, and that everyone should know that in love there is nothing wrong.

that you can decide to let you starve a homosexual and the state makes you die, maybe, but that denies the right to kill you if you in a hospital bed and you can not move, do not talk and do not smile and if you've become a big tree and did not want to because you are a person and want to stop acting, because the part you are not good to plant and not applause you, that there is talent in stillness.

Great Tree And always equals itself reminds you that you were a child dreamed of something that is not there and that you are now an adult who sees something that is not , as noted its branches, in a sunny afternoon in 2010, equal to that of 1992, when the meaning of the term utopia do not know and believe you were only dreaming.

And it was better to dream.

that utopia, by definition, is not anything good.

that utopia is a distortion.

The distortion of your childhood dreams.

Silvia.

Thank You To Wedding Attendants

Black Land and Snow White.

Catania January 18, 2010

Rosarno Away from the people called "Nero." Why in Italy this skin color designates an identity and makes you win a bullet, something that at least the win.

No Black! You are not ignored, for you have bullets and bars.

I shoot, ergo you exist.

And this must suffice.

And if the State has ignored you, make you feel that there exist people thought bites in the grip of quell'aracnide that is ignorance, which weaves around it a dense spider's web in which the world will not see, or if you see it, see it distorted, because you are sentenced to death and the spider approaches and there is no escape and in the condition you want to see, what do you understand?

What if you died would not be really that bad.

But ignorance is one of the most insidious disease: it kills those who are carriers but who will orbit nearby.

"Where is this mob you speak of? Does not exist! "
" No! Italians are not racist! "

Black .

Black as night, threatening the survival of the species, the beginning of time, until now.

Black as death, the body makes it black. Not white. So White resigned, will be black like them.

Black as the dress of mourning. So if you're black you're already dead. Few stories.

Black as anything good.

So Black, you're not any good.

Your skin has chosen for you.

Resign and turn your back on the tomatoes or oranges, who cares to, that the earth did not your hands dirty, our white hands instead.

bullets and bars, compared to Black, the red blood is a warm color, and the blood is hot.

Red, which is the color of love, of the setting sun, passion and heart.

Red to fight the Black, who let's face as well ... What the hell color is black? Want to put a red light, you want to put with the white?

proud of our white, which not coincidentally is the color of anything.

Go on and pick up a black hatred of white hatred of one gram of each tomato.

around And when you have pounds of kilos of tomatoes you also hate.

pounds I hate that we can not manage. And then you think, that we do not like the dirty work.

And if not 'you drop and fires a machine you who harvest tomatoes genetically modified with hatred. If you split the shop windows and burning trash bins is not your fault that you picked the tomatoes of contention.

Who told you to do? The 'Ndrangheta not exist!

Rubi our work, Black

Picking tomatoes we wanted to go.

Only then we ended up doing the Parliamentarians, to politicians and trade unionists.

yet could keep you company in the fields. We ate from the same pot of integration and we drank the soup from the same bottle of water tolerance and we dried with the same towel the sweat of exploitation.

And today we'd all be gray.

But we are still Blacks and Whites. We are still

Black Land and Snow White.

And you, white, six snow and no way to fix this thing. You do not want to become snow and water, because water is odorless, tasteless and inconsistent. You'll be snow and water. No compromise. Six water and six inconsistent.

Silvia.

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