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SAY HELLO TO MY LITTLE FRIEND! (T.M.)

Tryin to introduct myself ...
< Please excuse me for my bad english, but i've decided to translate my introduction for all the world ahah =D and i'm tryin to do what i can xD >
I'm a strange person. My layout is very noisy, i know. And me too, perhaps.
I mainly listen to metal music , hard rock and generic rock , but if a rap, pop, or punk ( and so on ) song is broadcast on radio and i like it, i'm not ashamed and i listen to it at high volume.
Anyone who will enter in my profile would never dream to find bands like "Nargaroth", and this because i'm not a sane person. =D Yeh.
I love mads things, i love colours and colours pastels , they clear me;
I love crankin out idiots sentences which noone will ever understand, me too; i love writin, it's my life and my lymph, it makes me feel free and strong, it makes me believe in myself and it makes me ride over the most sads periods of my life.
I love staying with Him, simply because he's the reason for whom i'm here; i love reading, but if a book bore me a lot i can't carry out it for a long time, i don't give a damn if everyone tell "read it all, it will amaze you!" , if i disgust the first pages which should be of impact, i don't understand why i should find pleasure in the remainings; i love animals, more than men, they loveunconditionally, have u ever cried looking into your puppy's eyes? Good, do it, he will understand u more than anyone else.
I love glamsters and pin-up;
i love people who aren't afraid to be themselves, or to go out with a pair of acid green jeans and a blue KenShiro t-shirt ( a word is enough to the wise ... ); i love the life, i love my life, one day I stopped myself and i thought about it: all that i live, the people who i meet, the things that i touch, the tastes that i sense, the sounds that i hear, one day may vanish, and these things have been giving me lust for life. ( I'll childish, and i'll proud of it. )
I hate nails files, they make me feel awful sensations; i hate racists, it would have been wonderful living in a world where the colour of our skin or differents languages wouldn't been noted; I hate the ignorance of my country, a country populated by close-minded and hypocrites , a country which has crimes front-page to hide those in politics, a country where the women rarely lay bare their intelligence but they easily bare their bodies; I hate who point out "the dark" "the metaller" "the depressed" "the crazy", take care of yours partners in someone else beds, instead looking at whom have a personality, an own life, an own style, an own intelligence, and carry out themselves with self-confidence, do u know how important are your stupids attempts of detraction? Zero. I hate who speak, but can do it only.
I'm madly in love.
I'm a sweet obsession, i'm jealous , paranoiac, intelligent ( when it happens... ), open-minded ( yes, only minded. ), sweet, a lil bit bad ( sometimes =D ), absurd ( wasn't evident? ), raving lunatic, sensible ( yeh.. ), mysterious ( Oooh.. ).
I'm fond of noirs and gangsters movies.
I think that electrics colours are so stupid, but i love them.
I can't whistle.
I'm afraid of the "Monster of the Courgettes" and the "Monster of the Bath Tub", infact, i hate having a bath. ( an uncontrollable hate. )
I thank the existence of the biscuits.
One day I'll see Dio and i'll realize myself. ( ( Ronnie James Dio, obviously xD ) )
Opeth's lyrics are smashings.
My dream is to marry Him, and live in Oslo with Him forever, in a small wood's house secluded and warmed-up by the fireplace.
I'm 17, i feel younger, p erhaps i show more years, and i'm not a shamed to be out of whichever human normality.
[...]
Peccato che Allah, Geova, Dio - quale che sia il suo nome - non fosse vissuto nel mondo di oggi.
Perchè, in tal caso, noi ci troveremmo ancora in Paradiso, mentre Lui dovrebbe rispondere a ricorsi, appelli, rogatorie, prediche, manadti, preliminari, cercando di spiegare in numerose udienze la propria decisione di scacciare Adamo ed Eva dall'Eden, solo perchè avevno trasgredito a una legge arbitraria, priva di fondamento giuridico: "Non mangiare il frutto del bene e del male." Ma se Lui voleva che ciò non accadesse, perchè aveva pizzato quell'albero proprio al centro del giardino e non fuori dalle mura del Paradiso?
[...]
Aveva attirato l'attenzione di Adamo ed Eva sul punto esatto in cui si trovava l'albero. Se non avesse detto niente intere generazioni sarebbero passate su questa terra senza che nessuno si interessasse al frutto proibito, visto che doveva trovarsi in un bosco, fitto di alberi tutti perfettamente identici e quindi privi di qualsiasi valore specifico. Ma Dio non agì in questo modo. Al contrario, scrisse la legge e trovò il modo per convincere qualcuno a trasgredirla, per poter inventare il castigo. sapeva che Adamo ed Eva avrebebro finito per annoiarsi di quella perfezione e che prima o poi avrebbero messo alla prova la sua pazienza. Rimase ad aspettare. Forse anche Lui, il Dio onnipotente, era annoiato che le cose funzionassero in modo perfetto: se Eva non avesse mangiato la mela, che cosa sarebbe accaduto di interessante in questi miliardi di anni? Niente. Quando fu violata la legge, Dio, giudice onnipotente, aveva simulato una persecuzione,come se non conoscesse ogni nascondiglio possibile. Con gli angeli che osservavano quel gioco e si divertivano - anche per loro la vita doveva essere molto noiosa da quando Lucifero aveva lasciato il cielo- Lui mosse qualche passo.
Veronika decide di Morire - Paulo Coelho
[...]
I am so alone, so cold
My heart is to scarred to glow
I wish the sunrise to come
Take my soul (away)
From this cold, lonely shell
I am free
From the eternal sea I rose
Veiled in darkness on either shore
Lost my pride, lost its glow
For me the sun rose no more
[...]
I fall alone
While leaves fall from the weeping trees
Forest of October - Opeth
[...]
I wish you bear with me, stay near me.
When the autumn leaves have fallen.
Solitude, my pain, the last thing left of me...
If you fall I'll catch,
if you love I'll love,
and so it goes, my dear, don't be scared,
you'll be safe, this I swear.
If you only love me back.
[...]
The Misery - Sonata Arctica
[...]
And then there was silence
Just a voice from other world
Like a leaf in an icy world
Memories will fade
Misty tales and poems lost
All the bliss and beauty will be gone
Will my weary soul find release for a while
At the moment of death I will smile
It's the triumph of shame and disease
In the end Iliad
Raise my hands and praise the day
Break the spell show me the way
In decay
The flame of Troy will shine bright

And then there was Silence - Blind Guardian
[...]
Acid, the tears of remorse
Flow in vain, too late for regrets
Save it
For the next ill fated game

Bite the Pain - Death
[...]
Venivi dall'atrio del cuore
portando le chiavi del sole
domani faremo l'amore
e niente potrà mai cambiare
Di questo rimase il rumore
d'un sogno che come nel mare
si infrange su nere scogliere
d'un nero che può cancellare
Si dice che il sogno dell'uomo
è far si che il proprio domani
sia senza calar del Sole
ma dimmi com'è senz'amare?
Ma i sogni son figli del cuore
creati in quanto dolore
spogliati dalla lor ragione
per questo mandati a morire.
Verne - Novembre
Chi descrive il proprio dolore,
anche se piange è sul punto di consolarsi.
Ugo Ojetti

Si scrive per popolare il deserto...
per non morire...
per essere ricordati e per ricordare...
anche per dimenticare...
anche per esser felici...
per far testamento... per giocare...
per scongiurare, per evocare...
per battezzare le cose...
per surrogare la vita, per viverne un'altra...
per persuadere e amorosamente sedurre...
per profetizzare...
per rendere verosimile la realta'...
Tante sono, suppergiu', le ragioni per scrivere.
Una di piu', ma forse una di meno (non ho contato bene),
delle ragioni per tacere.
Gesualdo Bufalino
[...]
Arcangelo o Sirena, da Satana o da Dio,
che importa, se tu, o fata dagli occhi di velluto,
luce, profumo, musica, unico bene mio,
rendi più dolce il mondo, meno triste il minuto?

Inno alla Bellezza - Charles Baudelaire
It's all wrong. By rights we shouldn't even be here. But we are.
It's like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered.
Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end.
Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened?
But in the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow.
Even darkness must pass. A new day will come.
And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you.
That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why.
But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand.
I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn't.
They kept going.
Because they were holding on to something.

The Lord of the Rings - Two Towers
Mia: Don't you hate that?
Vincent: What?
Mia: Uncomfortable silences. Why do we feel it's necessary to yak about bullshit in order to be comfortable??
Vincent: I don't know. That's a good question.
Mia: That's when you know you've found somebody special. When you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably enjoy the silence.
Pulp Fiction
Budd: That woman deserves her revenge, and we deserve to die.
Kill Bill vol.1
Now, a staple of the superhero mythology is, there's the superhero and there's the alter ego.
Batman is actually Bruce Wayne, Spider-Man is actually Peter Parker.
When that character wakes up in the morning, he's Peter Parker. He has to put on a costume to become Spider-Man.
And it is in that characteristic Superman stands alone. Superman didn't become Superman. Superman was born Superman.
When Superman wakes up in the morning, he's Superman.
His alter ego is Clark Kent. His outfit with the big red "S", that's the blanket he was wrapped in as a baby when the Kents found him. Those are his clothes.
What Kent wears – the glasses, the business suit – that's the costume.
That's the costume Superman wears to blend in with us.
Clark Kent is how Superman views us.
And what are the characteristics of Clark Kent?
He's weak, he's unsure of himself, he's a coward.
Clark Kent is Superman's critique on the whole human race.

Kill Bill vol.2
I never fucked anybody over in my life that didn't have it coming to 'em.
You got that? All I have in this world is my balls and my word and I don't break 'em for no one.
You understand?
That piece of shit up there, I never liked him, I never trusted him.
For all I know he had me set up and had my friend Angel Fernandez killed. But that's history. I'm here, he's not.
You wanna go on with me, you say it.
You don't, then you make a move.
Scarface
It was the next day, brothers, and I had truly done my best, morning and afternoon,
to play it their way and sit, like a horrorshow co-operative malchick, in the chair of torture, while they flashed nasty bits of ultra-violence on the screen.
Though not on the soundtrack, my brothers. The only sound being music.
Then I noticed in all my pain and sickness what music it was that like cracked and boomed - it was Ludwig van -
Ninth Symphony, fourth movement.
A Clockwork Orange