Marika

She asked: "How are we together?".
How would I know, in 2 days.
For sure, she is honey and milk
to him,
tabasco and salt.
Beautiful
She is beautiful,
nerves and bones,
born to dance.
Fast and sharp
razor edge,
priest, killer, architect and thief.

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Gomez - Notice

I stopped tryin' to write the things I don't like
And I started goin' back to where I'd been before
She said "I don't blame you I'd do the same"
Opportunity knocks knocks knocks open the door
But I think she saw through it
I see through myself
Another chance gone, won't get many more

But I'm not the only guy I know that
I'm not the only guy I know that
You never notice
The only guy I know, well I'm not the only guy I know
That you never notice

I stopped tryin' to write the things I don't like
And I started goin' back to where I'd been before
She said "I don't blame you I'd do the same"
Opportunity knocks knocks knocks open the door
But I think she saw through it
I see through myself
Another chance gone, won't get many more

But that's not the only lie I told you
That's not the only lie I told you
You never notice
The only lie I told you, that's not the only lie I told you
You never notice
The only lie I told you, that's not the only lie I told you
You never notice

I can tell you're in denial, get over it
I can tell you're in denial, get over it
I can tell you're in denial, get over it
I can tell you're in denial

He'll never return it

Hide and seek

Hide is a noun. And in it, the secret of a murder is hidden. Rebus fails to find it, since he sees too many things in Hide, the verb and the name, for instance. So, instead of trying to make connection between different events, Rebus has to separate the stories and simplify apperances. Rebus is older, without a woman, and does not listen any more to alternative rock, but only to some anonymous jazz. His alcoholism is genuine, but despites the age he is still the good guy seeking the truth in the corrupted city. Links between characters are as unrealistic as ridicolous, and the book gives enough clues for the reader to understand everything about page 100. The most erotic moment is the discovery of the picture of one of the characters, naked. If you would get some thoughts after reading that, please consult your shrink. But that's Edinburgh, not Vigata or Barcelona. If Rebus would have met, only once, with Pepe Carvalho, he would have seen what he missed in life.


Hide and seek, Ian Rankin

The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time

Because time is only the relationship between the way different things change.

Christophe is a kid, affected by the Syndrome of Asperger. And he is writing a book about a dog who was killed in the night. With his writing, Christophe is exploring the world of delict and mistery, and he is pushing himself over his boundaries. And the readers are reading the book Christophe wrote, and with it exploring the pure and innocent world of autism.

This novel, written by Mark Haddon, his simply terrific. Haddon is not an autist himself, but the writing is exceptional, as are all the diversion on mathematics, religion and ethic. The story is genuine, and twisting, since the reader cannot escape from forming a different opinions on facts than Christopher's own. This book is a must read.

Edoporn

While in Sicily I have met Edo. Edo he looked like this:

actually he looks like this.

95

Setting goals is a very good start in order to achieve them. Yesterday my body measured exactly 95kg, confirming a trend that was set starting from May. Measurement was made in the early morning, empty stomach, after a pee and a poo, after a good football match the day before and some extended lovemaking the night before - so this 95 could be accused of dehydratation. Nevertheless it is still a 95, within the allowed tolerance margin, and I am very happy with it. The first direct consequence of it is that my trousers, designed for my 100+ configuration, happen to glide away, incidentally exposing me to exciting situations. I am looking forward to even more devastating results.

Blue in Green

Hues of blues and greens surround me

Knowing you have found another love

Has turned me world

To sorrow

Green with envy for another

Fearing she may be the one to soar

Through life with you, can't lose these

Hues of blues in green

Lying

Nanni send me this zen anectode:

A man and his wife were invited to a swanky masked Halloween Party. The wife got a terrible headache and told her husband to go to the party alone. He, being a devoted husband, protested, but she argued and said she was going to take some aspirin and go to bed, and there was no need of his good time being spoiled by not going. So he took
his costume and away he went.

The wife, after sleeping soundly for one hour, awakened without pain, and as it was still early, she decided to go to the party after all. In as much as her husband did not know what her costume was, she thought she would have some fun by watching her husband to see how he acted when she was not with him.

She joined the party and soon spotted her husband cavorting around on the dance floor, dancing with every nice girl he could, and copping a little feel here and a little kiss there. His wife moved on up to him and being a rather seductive woman herself, he left his partner high
and dry and devoted his time to the new stuff that had just arrived.
She let him go as far as he wished; naturally, since he was her husband. Finally he whispered a little proposition in her ear and she agreed, so off they went to one of the cars and had a little romp.

Just before unmasking at midnight, she slipped away and went home and put the costume away and got into bed, wondering what kind of explanation he would make for his behavior. She was sitting up reading when he came in and asked what kind of a time he had.

He said, "Oh, the same old thing. You know I never have a good time when you're not there."

Then she asked, "Did you dance much?"

He replied, "I'll tell you, I never even danced one dance. When I got there, I met Pete, Bill Brown and some other guys, so we went into the den and played poker all evening. But I'll tell you... the guy I loaned my costume to sure had a real good time!"

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so the matter is: who is lying in this nice short story?
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It's a very good piece of contemporary philosophy, touching one of the most important subjects of modern life, i.e. cheating.