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Io, Alex

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Chi sono? Sicuri di volerlo sapere? La storia della mia vita non è qualcosa che racconto spesso in giro.

Se qualcuno ha detto che era una bella favoletta, se qualcuno vi ha raccontato che sono solo un tizio normale senza una preoccupazione al mondo, quel qualcuno ha mentito.

Ma vi posso assicurare che questa, come qualsiasi storia che valga il racconto, è a proposito di una ragazza. Questa ragazza che vedete nel centro della pagina. Tanya. La donna che ho amato fin da prima di conoscere. Chi sono io? Io sono quello accanto a lei. (Alex Arnz)



Something about me.

Sunday, December 26, 2010

PROVA 

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Saturday, August 23, 2003

The Key To Her Ferrari - Thomas Dolby 

There was one room in her house that was always kept locked...
It was the garage!

I don't want your love
I don't want your money
I just want the key to your Ferrari
Don't want your bed
I don't want your body
I want the key to your Ferrari
I'm gonna rip it - shine it - rev it - scoot it - skid it -
jam it - rev it - skip it - gun it
Up and down the 101
Don't want your love
Don't want your money, girl
I said all I want is the key to your Ferrari

And then I saw her... she was a bright red '64 GTO with fins and
gills like some giant piranha fish, some obscene phallic symbol on
wheels... little rivers of anticipation ran down my inseam as I
kicked those five hundred italian horses into life and left
reality behind me: fifty, sixty, seventy miles an hour... my hand
slipped inside the belt of my trousers as we passed eighty, ninety
miles an hour... my hand slipped inside the belt of my trousers and
as we hit the magic 100 my love exploded all over her bright pink
leather interior... and at that moment, I thought of my mother...

Don't need no drugs
Don't need no liquor
All I want is the key to your Ferrari
You ruby lips - pa!
Your perfect figure - ecch!
I just want the key to your Ferrari
I'm gonna rev it - jam it - scram it - rip it - tear it - bare it -
ram it - repair it - scoot it
Up and down the 101
Don't want your love
Don't want your money, girl
I said all I want is the key to your Ferrari
He's gonna rev it - scoot it - skid it - rev it - skip it - gun it -
brake it - zoom it - vacuum it
Up and down the 101
Don't want your love
Don't want your money, girl
I said all I want is the key to your Ferrari
I just want the key to your Ferrari
(cause aliens ate my buick...)

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Rapper's Delight

Sugarhill Gang 

i said a hip hop
the hippie the hippie
to the hip hip hop, a you dont stop the rock it

to the bang bang boogie, say up jumped the boogie
to the rhythm of the boogie, the beat

now what you hear is not a test--i'm rappin to the beat
and me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet
see i am wonder mike and i like to say hello
to the black, to the white, the red, and the brown, the purple and yellow
but first i gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie
say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie
let's rock, you dont stop
rock the riddle that will make your body rock
well so far youve heard my voice but i brought two friends along

and next on the mike is my man hank
come on, hank, sing that song

check it out, i'm the c-a-s-an-the-o-v-a
and the rest is f-l-y
ya see i go by the code of the doctor of the mix
and these reasons i'll tell ya why
ya see i'm six foot one and i'm tons of fun
and i dress to a t
ya see i got more clothes than muhammad ali and i dress so viciously
i got bodyguards, i got two big cars
that definitely aint the wack
i got a lincoln continental and a sunroof cadillac
so after school, i take a dip in the pool

which really is on the wall

i got a color tv so i can see
the knicks play basketball
hear me talkin bout checkbooks, credit cards
more money than a sucker could ever spend
but i wouldnt give a sucker or a bum from the rucker
not a dime til i made it again
everybody go, hotel motel holiday inn
say if your girl starts actin up, then you take her friend
master g, my mellow
its on you so what you gonna do
well it's on n on n on on n on
the beat dont stop until the break of dawn

i said m-a-s, t-e-r, a g with a double e
i said i go by the unforgettable name
of the man they call the master gee
well, my name is known all over the world
by all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
i'm goin down in history
as the baddest rapper there could ever be
now i'm feelin the highs and ya feelin the lows
the beat starts gettin into your toes
ya start poppin ya fingers and stompin your feet
and movin your body while youre sittin in your seat
and the damn ya start doin the freak
i said dmn, right outta your seat
then ya throw your hands high in the air
ya rockin to the rhythm, shake your derriere
ya rockin to the beat without a care
with the sureshot m.c.s for the affair

now, im not as tall as the rest of the gang
but i rap to the beat just the same
i dot a little face and a pair of brown eyes
all im here to do ladies is hypnotize
singin on n n on n on n on
the beat dont stop until the break of dawn
singin on n n on n on on n on
like a hot buttered a pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie
pop da pop pop ya dont dare stop
come alive yall gimme what ya got
i guess by now you can take a hunch
and find that i am the baby of the bunch
'but that's okay i still keep in stride
cause all i'm here to do is just wiggle your behind
singin on n n on n on n on
the beat dont stop until the break of dawn
singin on n n on n on on n on
rock rock yall throw it on the floor
im gonna freak ya here im gonna feak ya there
im gonna move you outta this atmosphere
cause im one of a kind and ill shock your mind
ill put t-n-t in your behind
i said 1-2-3-4, come on girls get on the floor
a-come alive, yall a-gimme what ya got
cause im guaranteed to make you rock
i said 1-2-3-4 tell me wonder mike what are you waitin for?

i said hip hop the hippie to the hippie

the hip hip hop, a you dont stop the rock it
to the bang bang the boogie say up jumped the boogie
to the rhythm of the boogie the beat
skiddlee beebop a we rock a scoobie doo
and guess what america we love you

cause ya rocked and a rolled with so much soul
you could rock till you're a hundred and one years old

i dont mean to brag i dont mean to boast
but we like hot butter on our breakfast toast
rock it up baby bubbah
baby bubbah to the boogie da bang bang da boogie
to the beat beat, its so unique
come on everybody and dance to the beat

a hip hop

the hippie the hippie to the

hip hip hop, a you dont stop rock it

rock it out baby bubbah to the boogie da bang bang
the boogie to the boogie da beat
i said i cant wait til the end of the week
when im rappin to the rhythm of a groovy beat

and attempt to raise your body heat
just blow your mind so that you cant speak
and do a thing bout a rock and shuffle your feet
and let it change up to a dance called the freak
and when ya finally do come in to your rhythmic beat
rest a little while so ya dont get weak
i know a man named hank

he has more rhymes than a serious bank
so come on hank sing that song
to the rhythm of the boogie da bang bang da bong

well, im imp the dimp the ladies pimp
the women fight for my delight
but im the grandmaster with the three mcs
that shock the house for the young ladies
and when you come inside, into the front
you do the freak, spank, and do the bump
and when the sucker mcs try to prove a point

we're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint
a from sun to sun and fro5Jday to day
i sit down and write a brand new rhyme
because they say that miracles never cease
i've created a devastating masterpiece
i'm gonna rock the mike til you cant resist
everybody, i say it goes like this
well i was comin home late one dark afternoon
a reporter stopped me for a intervi+7
she said she's heard stories and she's heard fables
that i'm vicious on the mike and the turntable
this young reporter i did adore
so i rocked some vicious rhymes like i never did before
she said damn fly guy im in love with you
the casanova legend must have been true
i said by the way baby what's your name
said i go by the name of lois lane
and you could be my boyfiend you surely can
just let me quit my boyfriend called superman
i said he's a fairy i do suppoose
flyin through the air in pantyhose
he may be very sexy or even cute
but he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit
i said you need a man who's got finesse
and his whole name across his chest
he may be able to fly all through the night
but can he rock a party til the early light
he cant satisfy you with his little worm
but i can bust you out with my super sperm
i go do it, i go do it, i go do it, do it , do it
an i'm here an i'm there i'm big bang hank, im everywhere
just throw your hands up in the air
and party hardy like you just dont care
let's do it dont stop yall a tick a tock yall you dont stop
go hotel motel what you gonna do today(say what)
im gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spank drive off in a def oj
everybody go hotel motel holiday inn
you say if your girl starts actin up then you take her friend
i say skip, dive, what can i say
i cant fit em all inside my oj
so i just take half and bust them out
i give the rest to master gee so he could shock the house
it was twelve o'clock one friday night
i was rockin to the beat and feelin all right

everybody was dancin on the floor
doin all the things they never did before
and then this fly fly girl with a sexy lean
she came into the bar, she came into the scene
she traveled deeper inside the room
all the fellas checked out her white sasoons
she came up to the table, looked into my eyes
then she turned around and shook her behind
so i said to myself, its time for me to release
my vicious rhyme i call my masterpiece

and now people in the house this is just for you
a little rap to make you boogaloo
now the group ya hear is called phase two
and let me tell ya somethin we're a helluva crew
once a week we're on the street
just to cut in the jams and look at your feet
for you to party ya got to have the movies
so we'll get right down and make ya rock
now the system's on and the girls are there
ya definitely have a rockin affair
but let me tell ya somethin there's still one fact
and to have a party ya got to have a rap
so when the party's over you're makin it home
and tryin to sleep before the break of dawn
and while ya sleepin ya start to dream
and thinkin how ya danced on the disco scene
my name appears in your mind
yeah, a name you know that was right on time
it was phase two just a doin a do
rockin ya down cause ya know we could
to the rhythm of the beat that makes ya freak
come alive girls get on your feet
to the rhythm of the beat to the beat the beat
to the double beat beat that it makes ya freak
to the rhythm of the beat that says ya go on
on n on into the break of dawn
now i got a man comin on right now
he's guaranteed to throw down
he goes by the name of wonder mike
come on wonder mike do what ya like

i say a can of beer that's sweeter than honey
like a millionaire that has no money
like a rainy day that is not wet
like a gamblin fiend that does not bet
like dracula with out his fangs
like the boogie to the boogie without the b oogie bang
like collard greens that dont taste good
like a tree that's not made out of wood
like goin up and not comin down
is just like the beat without the sound no sound
to the beat beat, ya do the freak
everybody just rock and dance to the beat
have you ever went over a friends house to eat
and the food just aint no good
i mean the macaroni's soggy the peas are mushed
and the chicken tastes like wood
so you try to play it off like you think you can
by sayin that youre full
and then your friend says momma he's just being polite
he aint finished uh uh that's bull
so your heart starts pumpin and you think of a lie
and you say that you already ate
and your friend says man there's plenty of food
so you pile some more on your plate
while the stinky foods steamin your mind starts to dreamin
of the moment that it's time to leave
and then you look at your plate and your chickens slowly rottin
into something that looks like cheese
oh so you say that's it i got to leave this place
i dont care what these people think
im just sittin here makin myself nauseous
with this ugly food that stinks
so you bust out the door while its still closed
still sick from the food you ate
and then you run to the store for quick relief
from a bottle of kaopectate
and then you call your friend two weeks later
to see how he has been
and he says i understand about the food
baby bubbah but we're still friends
with a hip hop the hippie to the hippie
the hip hip a hop a you dont stop the rockin
to the bang bang boogie
say up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogie the beat
i say hank can ya rock

can ya rock to the rhythm that just dont stop
can ya hip me to the shoobie doo
i said come on make the make the people move

i go to the halls and then ring the bell
because i am the man with the clientele
and if ya ask me why i rock so well
a big bang, i got clientele
and from the time i was only six years old
i never forgot what i was told
it was the best advice that i ever had
it came from my wise dear old dad
he said sit down punk i wanna talk to you
and dont say a word until im through
now there's a time to laugh a time to cry
a time to live and a time to die
a time to break and a time to chill
to act civilized or act real ill
but whatever ya do in your lifetime
ya never let a mc steal your rhyme
so from six to six til this very day
ill always remember what he had to say
so when the sucker mcs try to chump my style
i let them know that i'm versatile
i got style finesse and a little black book
that's filled with rhymes and i know you wanna look
but the thing that separates you from me
and that's called originality
because my rhymes are on from what you heard
i didnt even bite and not a go word
and i say a little more later on tonight
so the suker mcs can bite all night
a tick a tock yall a beat beat yall
a lets rock yall ya dont stop
ya go hotel motel whatcha gonna do today (say what)
ya say im gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spankin
drive off in a def oj
everybody go hotel motel holiday inn
ya say if your girl starts actin up then you take her friends
a like that yall to the beat yall
beat beat yall ya dont stop
a master gee my mellow
its on you so whatcha gonna do

well like johnny carson on the late show
a like frankie croker in stereo
well like the barkay's singin holy ghost
the sounds to throw down they're played the most

its like my man captain sky
whose name he earned with his super sperm
we rock and we dont stop
get off yall im here to give you whatcha got
to the beat that it makes you freak
and come alive girl get on your feet
a like a perry mason without a case
like farrah fawcett without her face

like the barkays on the mike
like gettin right down for you tonight
like movin your body so ya dont know how
right to the rhythm and throw down

like comin alive to the master gee
the brother who rocks so viciously
i said the age of one my life begun
at the age of two i was doin the do
at the age of three it was you and me
rockin to the sounds of the master gee
at the age of four i was on the floor
givin all the freaks what they bargained for
at the age of five i didnt take no jive
with the master gee its all the way live
at the age of six i was a pickin up sticks
rappin to the beat my stick was fixed
at the age of seven i was rockin in heaven dontcha know i went off
i gotta run on down to the beat you see
gettin right on down makin all the girls
just take of their clothes to the beat the beat
to the double beat beat that makes you freak
at the age of eight i was really great
cause every night you see i had a date
at the age of nine i was right on time
cause every night i had a party rhyme
goin on n n on n on on n on
the beat dont stop until the break of dawn
a sayin on n n on n on on n on...
like a hot buttered de pop de pop de popcorn...

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Thursday, August 14, 2003

Tartarughe... 

Una tartaruga si dirige verso il tronco di un albero e comincia a scalare, scalare e scalare, finché, dopo un'ora, raggiunge un ramo abbastanza alto dal quale decide di buttarsi a pancia in giù.

La tartaruga atterra su una montagnola soffice di foglie secche e non si fa niente, ma non contenta si dirige nuovamente al tronco dell'albero e ricomincia a salire, salire e salire, finché, raggiunto il ramo di prima si butta e atterra sulla montagnola di foglie secche.

Non contenta ripete l'operazione un'altra volta e un'altra volta ancora.

Da in cima all'albero, due passeri stanno osservando la scena e uno dice all'altro: Tesoro, secondo me e' giunto il momento di dirgli che e' stato adottato...

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Coerenza (3) 

La coerenza è così rara da ritrovarsi solo in tracce nella composizione chimica degli esseri umani.

Di conseguenza, contrariamente a quanto dice Oscar Wilde, considero poco trasgressiva l'incoerenza, visto che è la norma, e trasgressiva la coerenza.

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Coerenza (2) ... 

Coerenza e sentimenti forti non sono nemmeno cugini di secondo grado.
Se si incrociano per strada manco si salutano, per intenderci.

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Coerenza... 

La coerenza è l'ultimo rifugio delle persone prive d'immaginazione
Oscar Wilde

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Sesso, amicizia ed amore... 

Se c'e' solo sesso non e' storia d'amore
se c'e' solo amicizia non e' storia d'amore

se ci sono amicizia e sesso... mmm... una ciulatina (ho studiato ad oxford, si vede?) ogni tanto fa sempre bene

se e' una storia d'amore si aggiunge altro alle due cose

by Diego_Atos di it.cultura.single

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La differnza tra intelligenza e furbizia... 

... e' la stessa che c'e' tra una Mercedes ed una Smart.

La furbizia e' una sottomarca della intelligenza. Quando non si ha altro a disposizione, si scambia a volte per l'originale.

La furbizia viene usata per *scopi esclusivamente personali*. Il furbo ha la tendenza a fregare il suo prossimo per procurarsi dei
vantaggi. Ma spesso rimane fregato dalla sua presunta furbizia, o meglio da qualcuno che non finge di essere intelligente, ma lo e'.

La intelligenza non e' di certo legata all'egoismo. Prendiamo le favole di Esopo... il leone rappresenta la forza ... la volpe rappresenta la furbizia ...
l'intelligenza da chi e' rappresentata? Forse dalla formica? Ecco forse il presupposto che non esistano furbastri e' che sia consolidata un'intelligenza "collettiva" della specie.

I veri furbi secondo me sono sempre veri stupidi.

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Una "bella" notizia? 

Accidenti ed io che avevo investito nel primo cofanetto... ne varra' la spesa?
Il cofanetto
Ad Halloween... invasione aliena!

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Strange infinite... 

We all know Linux is great...it does infinite loops in 5 seconds.
Linus Torvalds

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FreeBSD? 

Il y a moins bien, mais c'est plus cher.

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Bash 

$> cd /pub
$> more beer

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Safe Hex 

Practice Safe Hex & Avoid Computer Viruses Today!

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I am Locutus of Borg 

resistance is futile
if < 1 ohm

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To win 

The only winning move is not to play.

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Math... 

2 + 2 = 5
for extremely large values of 2

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Bash commands... 

$> man woman
$> Segmentation fault (core dumped)

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Home sweet home, second version... 

10 i = 0;
20 print home
30 if i > 0 goto 70
40 print sweet
50 i = i + 1
60 goto 20
70 exit

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Home sweet home 

There's no place like 127.0.0.1

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Binary People 

There are 10 types of people in the world: Those who understand binary, and those who don't...

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Wednesday, August 13, 2003

Saggezza di mamma... 

Stasera mia mamma mi ha scritto una bella frase:
Tieniti libero una mezz'oretta ogni giorno per valutare i tuoi problemi e in quel tempo fatti un pisolino

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Confucio dice: 

1) La vera felicità sta nelle piccole cose: una piccola villa, un piccolo yacht, un piccola fortuna
2) Se cerchi una mano disposta ad aiutarti, la trovi alla fine del tuo braccio
3) C'è un mondo migliore... però minchia... è carissimo!
4) L'importante non è vincere. L'importante è competere, senza perdere nè pareggiare
5) Avere la coscienza pulita è segno di cattiva memoria
6) Colui che è capace di sorridere quando tutto va male, è perché già ha pensato a chi dare la colpa
7) Chi ride ultimo, pensa più lentamente
8) Alcune persone sono vive solo perché l'assassinio è illegale
9) Se non puoi convincerli, confondili
10) Il denaro non fa la felicità... figurati la miseria!
11) L'amore eterno dura tre mesi
12) Chi nasce povero e brutto ha buone possibilità che, crescendo, si sviluppino entrambe le condizioni
13) Pesce che lotta contro la corrente muore fulminato
14) Quando il sole si alza iniziano i problemi
15) Chi se la tira troppo, rischia di strapparsela tutta
16) Uomo molto saggio è colui che non gioca mai a saltacavallo con unicorno
17) Non è la misura del trattore che conta, ma quanto tempo trascorri ad arare il campo
18) Uomo che va a dormire con problemi sessuali si risveglia con la soluzione in mano
19) Uomo che va a dormire con prurito al sedere si sveglia con dito puzzolente
20) La fine del giorno è vicina quando uomini bassi fanno lunghe ombre
21) Se la montagna viene verso di te... cooorrriiiii!!! E' una fraanaaaa!!!

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Una Storia Vera 

Gli scienziati alla NASA hanno costruito una specie di cannoncino per lanciare dei polli morti...

... alla velocita' massima possibile contro I parabrezza degli aerei di linea, degli aviogetti militari e della navetta space shuttle.Lo scopo e' simulare i frequenti scontri con i gallinacei vaganti nell'aria per verificare la resistenza dei parabrezza.Alcuni ingegneri britannici, avendo sentito parlare di questa "arma",erano desiderosi di provarla sul parabrezza dei loro nuovi treni ad alta velocita'.Sono stati presi accordi con la NASA ed il cannone e' stato spedito agli assistenti tecnici britannici. Quando l'arma e' stata attivata la prima volta, gli ingegneri britannici sono rimasti impietriti mentre il pollo sparato dal cannoncino si schiantava contro il loro parabrezza infrangibile e lo fracassava, rimbalzava contro la console dei comandi,spezzava in due lo schienale della poltroncina di un ingegnere e si andava ad incastrare nella parete posteriore della baracca come se fosse stato una freccia scoccata da un arco. Gli sconvolti tecnici Britannici hanno trasmesso alla NASA i risultati disastrosi dell'esperimento e i progetti del loro parabrezza supplicando gli scienziati Americani perche' dessero loro dei suggerimenti.La NASA ha risposto con un appunto della lunghezza di una riga: Scongelate i polli.

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Tuesday, August 12, 2003

Questo e' il mio messaggio

generato in automatico

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peccato che non funzionino i tag

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Questo e' il mio messaggio generato in automatico

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L'uomo e la donna


condizione necessaria e sufficiente affinche'un discorso con una ragazza porti nell'uomo un eccesso di produzione di bile ed acido lattico è che lei usi l'incipit Ti devo parlare....

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Che scrivo ora?


Ciao a chi sta leggendo!

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prova finita

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It's 10.17AM ... 

... and I have nothing to say.

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Only another booring test. 

Stand up, please.

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Only Another Test 

That's only another test.

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The First 

That's the first, and I really don't know what I can write...

...so that's only a test.
I hope that some ideas will born in my mind :-)

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