pagina iniziale I fratelli Caponi (”si…un misto di birra Peroni e Isaiah Berlin”) Il fratello minore ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Frase del 2013: E’ al terzo matrimonio, la speranza contro l’esperienza. (tom barnaby) Musica dell’anno2013: Passacaglia della vita	Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens Brown paper packages tied up with strings These are a few of my favorite things Cream colored ponies and crisp apple streudels Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings These are a few of my favorite things Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes Silver white winters that melt into springs These are a few of my favorite things When the dog bites When the bee stings When I'm feeling sad I simply remember my favorite things And then I don't feel so bad
Altre frasi celebri: - Numquam gestarum heredes. - Il TCO dal TCO con urgenza (7 btr msl). - Io non ci volevo venire - C.M.F.L. ?? - - A raccontarlo non ci si crede... e a vedere si paga il biglietto. - Comando Avio Bengasi. - “è un libertino” (elena) - “e che è devo cambiare di nuovo youandme”	I Motti  2004: "fiore, fiorino, fiorone"  2005: "...ed io, moh,  niente so fare" (floren)  2006: “e basta a girare la spada nella roccia”(alessio, 23 Ottobre)   2007: “ beh... comunque qualche corna....ma.... incidentali” 2009: ”si… un misto di birra Peroni e Isaiah Berlin” 2011“… che sulle scale ti ha trovato” (emanuele)
Rendezvous (Alan Seeger) I have a rendezvous with Death At some disputed barricade, When Spring comes back with rustling shade And apple-blossoms fill the air I have a rendezvous with Death When Spring brings back blue days and fair It may be he shall take my hand And lead me into his dark land And close my eyes and quench my breath It may be I shall pass him still. I have a rendezvous with Death On some scarred slope of battered hill,	When Spring comes round again this year And the first meadow-flowers appear. God knows 'twere better to be deep Pillowed in silk and scented down, Where love throbs out in blissful sleep, Pulse nigh to pulse, and breath to breath, Where hushed awakenings are dear . . . But I've a rendezvous with Death At midnight in some flaming town, When Spring trips north again this year, And I to my pledged word am true, I shall not fail that rendezvous.