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I can't believe it, I found a Host Club music video!

- I like a boy in uniform (school uniform)

Too damn funny! XDDDDDD

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I can't believe it, I found a Host Club music video!

- I like a boy in uniform (school uniform)

Too damn funny! XDDDDDD

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I can't believe it, I found a Host Club music video!

- I like a boy in uniform (school uniform)

Too damn funny! XDDDDDD

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Furuba #128 is out. Can't believe it's ending exactly like I thought months ago... I want a big turn of the tables at the end (which probably won't happen). Oh well.

So my aunt went back home early this morning, and I'm still here, same old stuff. Yesterday I had a nervous breakdown, but now I feel a bit better, at least I slept all night. Still, I feel a bit sleepy...

Oh, and on 29th I'll have a meeting with the judge to appoint me as mom's tutor...so that's probably why my nerves cracked... I'm so predictable.

E' qualche giorno che in fumetteria passano sempre cd di Fabrizio De Andrè, quindi io mi ritrovo a passare un bel pezzo a fissare sempre gli stessi scaffali solo per poterli ascoltare. Ieri era il turno della

Ballata del Michè

Quando hanno aperto la cella
era già tardi perché
con una corda sul collo
freddo pendeva Michè

tutte le volte che un gallo
sento cantar penserò
a quella notte in prigione
quando Michè s'impiccò

stanotte Michè
s'è impiccato ad un chiodo perché
non voleva restare vent'anni in prigione
lontano da te

io so che Michè
ha voluto morire perché
ti restasse il ricordo del bene profondo
che aveva per te

se pure Michè
non ti ha scritto spiegando perché
se n'è andato dal mondo tu sai che l'ha fatto
soltanto per te

vent'anni gli avevano dato
la corte decise così
perché un giorno aveva ammazzato
chi voleva rubargli Marì

lo avevan perciò condannato
vent'anni in prigione a marcir
però adesso che lui s'è impiccato
la porta gli devono aprir

nel buio Michè se n'è andato sapendo che a te
non poteva mai dire che aveva ammazzato
perchè amava te

domani alle tre
nella fossa comune cadrà
senza il prete e la messa perché di un suicida
non hanno pietà

domani Michè
nella terra bagnata sarà
e qualcuno una croce col nome la data
su lui pianterà

e qualcuno una croce col nome e la data
su lui pianterà

Mamma e Papà me la cantavano sempre quando ero piccola (quando cantava la voce di Papà somigliava tantissimo a quella di De Andrè, faceva quasi impressione).

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Furuba #128 is out. Can't believe it's ending exactly like I thought months ago... I want a big turn of the tables at the end (which probably won't happen). Oh well.

So my aunt went back home early this morning, and I'm still here, same old stuff. Yesterday I had a nervous breakdown, but now I feel a bit better, at least I slept all night. Still, I feel a bit sleepy...

Oh, and on 29th I'll have a meeting with the judge to appoint me as mom's tutor...so that's probably why my nerves cracked... I'm so predictable.

E' qualche giorno che in fumetteria passano sempre cd di Fabrizio De Andrè, quindi io mi ritrovo a passare un bel pezzo a fissare sempre gli stessi scaffali solo per poterli ascoltare. Ieri era il turno della

Ballata del Michè

Quando hanno aperto la cella
era già tardi perché
con una corda sul collo
freddo pendeva Michè

tutte le volte che un gallo
sento cantar penserò
a quella notte in prigione
quando Michè s'impiccò

stanotte Michè
s'è impiccato ad un chiodo perché
non voleva restare vent'anni in prigione
lontano da te

io so che Michè
ha voluto morire perché
ti restasse il ricordo del bene profondo
che aveva per te

se pure Michè
non ti ha scritto spiegando perché
se n'è andato dal mondo tu sai che l'ha fatto
soltanto per te

vent'anni gli avevano dato
la corte decise così
perché un giorno aveva ammazzato
chi voleva rubargli Marì

lo avevan perciò condannato
vent'anni in prigione a marcir
però adesso che lui s'è impiccato
la porta gli devono aprir

nel buio Michè se n'è andato sapendo che a te
non poteva mai dire che aveva ammazzato
perchè amava te

domani alle tre
nella fossa comune cadrà
senza il prete e la messa perché di un suicida
non hanno pietà

domani Michè
nella terra bagnata sarà
e qualcuno una croce col nome la data
su lui pianterà

e qualcuno una croce col nome e la data
su lui pianterà

Mamma e Papà me la cantavano sempre quando ero piccola (quando cantava la voce di Papà somigliava tantissimo a quella di De Andrè, faceva quasi impressione).

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Furuba #128 is out. Can't believe it's ending exactly like I thought months ago... I want a big turn of the tables at the end (which probably won't happen). Oh well.

So my aunt went back home early this morning, and I'm still here, same old stuff. Yesterday I had a nervous breakdown, but now I feel a bit better, at least I slept all night. Still, I feel a bit sleepy...

Oh, and on 29th I'll have a meeting with the judge to appoint me as mom's tutor...so that's probably why my nerves cracked... I'm so predictable.

E' qualche giorno che in fumetteria passano sempre cd di Fabrizio De Andrè, quindi io mi ritrovo a passare un bel pezzo a fissare sempre gli stessi scaffali solo per poterli ascoltare. Ieri era il turno della

Ballata del Michè

Quando hanno aperto la cella
era già tardi perché
con una corda sul collo
freddo pendeva Michè

tutte le volte che un gallo
sento cantar penserò
a quella notte in prigione
quando Michè s'impiccò

stanotte Michè
s'è impiccato ad un chiodo perché
non voleva restare vent'anni in prigione
lontano da te

io so che Michè
ha voluto morire perché
ti restasse il ricordo del bene profondo
che aveva per te

se pure Michè
non ti ha scritto spiegando perché
se n'è andato dal mondo tu sai che l'ha fatto
soltanto per te

vent'anni gli avevano dato
la corte decise così
perché un giorno aveva ammazzato
chi voleva rubargli Marì

lo avevan perciò condannato
vent'anni in prigione a marcir
però adesso che lui s'è impiccato
la porta gli devono aprir

nel buio Michè se n'è andato sapendo che a te
non poteva mai dire che aveva ammazzato
perchè amava te

domani alle tre
nella fossa comune cadrà
senza il prete e la messa perché di un suicida
non hanno pietà

domani Michè
nella terra bagnata sarà
e qualcuno una croce col nome la data
su lui pianterà

e qualcuno una croce col nome e la data
su lui pianterà

Mamma e Papà me la cantavano sempre quando ero piccola (quando cantava la voce di Papà somigliava tantissimo a quella di De Andrè, faceva quasi impressione).

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The latest Tsubasa chapter is out.

...fuck.

Part of my soul just died. Kamui and his Fingernails of Doom was...weird, to say the least. But still, it's been a long time since we last saw this kind of violence in a Clamp manga. Makes me feel X-nostalgic. Or sick. Or both.

I think I'll go and hide under my bed.

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The latest Tsubasa chapter is out.

...fuck.

Part of my soul just died. Kamui and his Fingernails of Doom was...weird, to say the least. But still, it's been a long time since we last saw this kind of violence in a Clamp manga. Makes me feel X-nostalgic. Or sick. Or both.

I think I'll go and hide under my bed.

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The latest Tsubasa chapter is out.

...fuck.

Part of my soul just died. Kamui and his Fingernails of Doom was...weird, to say the least. But still, it's been a long time since we last saw this kind of violence in a Clamp manga. Makes me feel X-nostalgic. Or sick. Or both.

I think I'll go and hide under my bed.

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At last I watched the Devil's Advocate. Wow. Even if I knew pretty much everything (a friend of mine watched it back in high school, and got so scared she had to tell me all the story and every detail about it, as if it was a nightmare XD ), I still was on the edge of my chair all the movie. What a great film! And most of all, Al Pacino. He was...hot as hell! (gets shot) Great acting, and so much sexy, he was exactly how I think Satan would be if he was real. Keanu Reeves and Charlize Theron were really good too! I loved how they didn't put too many visual effects for the demons, as we absolutely didn't need them. The Devil just sits there and waits for men to fall into his traps. It was funny to notice all the little references to popular belief about Satan, that really awakened the little anthropologist in me! ;) There was a scene that made me smile too: when Satan's daughter undressed, I remembered my Art teacher back in high school, when talking about Goya's two Mayas, he told us "Women are a lot sexier when they're dressed than when they're naked. The Maya Vestida is a lot more exciting than her counterpart, the Maya Desnuda". Maybe because that was such a "visual" scene, the colours, the moving sculpture, the fire, it all made me think of those pictures.

And now, on with the main song! I still don't know why they chose this one (why didn't they go for a much more obvious Sympathy for the Devil?), but still the rhythm was perfect for that scene. (And Al Pacino was still hot as hell...)

Paint it Black

I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes

I see a line of cars and they're all painted black
With flowers and my love both never to come back
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
Like a new born baby it just happens every day

I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my red door and it has been painted black
Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts
It's not easy facing up when your whole world is black

No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue
I could not foresee this thing happening to you
If I look hard enough into the setting sun
My love will laugh with me before the morning comes

I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes

Hmm, hmm, hmm,...

I wanna see it painted, painted black
Black as night, black as coal
I wanna see the sun blotted out from the sky
I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black...

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At last I watched the Devil's Advocate. Wow. Even if I knew pretty much everything (a friend of mine watched it back in high school, and got so scared she had to tell me all the story and every detail about it, as if it was a nightmare XD ), I still was on the edge of my chair all the movie. What a great film! And most of all, Al Pacino. He was...hot as hell! (gets shot) Great acting, and so much sexy, he was exactly how I think Satan would be if he was real. Keanu Reeves and Charlize Theron were really good too! I loved how they didn't put too many visual effects for the demons, as we absolutely didn't need them. The Devil just sits there and waits for men to fall into his traps. It was funny to notice all the little references to popular belief about Satan, that really awakened the little anthropologist in me! ;) There was a scene that made me smile too: when Satan's daughter undressed, I remembered my Art teacher back in high school, when talking about Goya's two Mayas, he told us "Women are a lot sexier when they're dressed than when they're naked. The Maya Vestida is a lot more exciting than her counterpart, the Maya Desnuda". Maybe because that was such a "visual" scene, the colours, the moving sculpture, the fire, it all made me think of those pictures.

And now, on with the main song! I still don't know why they chose this one (why didn't they go for a much more obvious Sympathy for the Devil?), but still the rhythm was perfect for that scene. (And Al Pacino was still hot as hell...)

Paint it Black

I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes

I see a line of cars and they're all painted black
With flowers and my love both never to come back
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
Like a new born baby it just happens every day

I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my red door and it has been painted black
Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts
It's not easy facing up when your whole world is black

No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue
I could not foresee this thing happening to you
If I look hard enough into the setting sun
My love will laugh with me before the morning comes

I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes

Hmm, hmm, hmm,...

I wanna see it painted, painted black
Black as night, black as coal
I wanna see the sun blotted out from the sky
I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black...

(no subject)

At last I watched the Devil's Advocate. Wow. Even if I knew pretty much everything (a friend of mine watched it back in high school, and got so scared she had to tell me all the story and every detail about it, as if it was a nightmare XD ), I still was on the edge of my chair all the movie. What a great film! And most of all, Al Pacino. He was...hot as hell! (gets shot) Great acting, and so much sexy, he was exactly how I think Satan would be if he was real. Keanu Reeves and Charlize Theron were really good too! I loved how they didn't put too many visual effects for the demons, as we absolutely didn't need them. The Devil just sits there and waits for men to fall into his traps. It was funny to notice all the little references to popular belief about Satan, that really awakened the little anthropologist in me! ;) There was a scene that made me smile too: when Satan's daughter undressed, I remembered my Art teacher back in high school, when talking about Goya's two Mayas, he told us "Women are a lot sexier when they're dressed than when they're naked. The Maya Vestida is a lot more exciting than her counterpart, the Maya Desnuda". Maybe because that was such a "visual" scene, the colours, the moving sculpture, the fire, it all made me think of those pictures.

And now, on with the main song! I still don't know why they chose this one (why didn't they go for a much more obvious Sympathy for the Devil?), but still the rhythm was perfect for that scene. (And Al Pacino was still hot as hell...)

Paint it Black

I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes

I see a line of cars and they're all painted black
With flowers and my love both never to come back
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
Like a new born baby it just happens every day

I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my red door and it has been painted black
Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts
It's not easy facing up when your whole world is black

No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue
I could not foresee this thing happening to you
If I look hard enough into the setting sun
My love will laugh with me before the morning comes

I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes

Hmm, hmm, hmm,...

I wanna see it painted, painted black
Black as night, black as coal
I wanna see the sun blotted out from the sky
I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black...