22/11/02
7.04am
2:24am
In my dream I heard someone say
..."an incubator"
No. Psychiatrists I am not in an incubator. Although you have taken my freedom away from me...
in the sense that you
I feel not as being in an INCUBATOR.
LET ME ENUMERATE MY WONDERFUL FEELINGS:
and throughout my web page, if you bother to look at it... it should be transparent that I only have to turn to God and my happiness is at the highest... something you, with your stupid science would never be able to understand.
and thoughout my web page, if you bother to look at it... it should be transparent that I sing all the time and I sing song which announce happiness...why don`t you try to click on
Canta che ti passa in my home page,
you never know I might give you a piece of peace into your mind. Five minutes with Cristina d`Avena and You will be as happy as a lurk.
and I laugh a lot. I like jokes, to hear and to read them...
again visit my web page I have wonderfull jokes which will make everyone laugh... go for it... they are all there... because I know that Sydney is a city of MUSONI.
Yes there are moments when I feel very much down. That is when you are able to tap my telephone line... which is a stop for me to find tenants, and jobs, and business...
well those are times that I am really SAD but more than for me, I am sad for you. As the song says (Stanno sparando, ma non a te: They are shooting, but not at you)
I am not the one who is being shot here, but you.
Let`s sing:
STANNO MORENDO, MA PENSA PER TE
E PER OGNUNO CHE CADE GIU`
MUORE UNA PICCOLA PARTE DI ME
BUIO NEGLI OCCHI, NON VEDO PIU`
BUIO NEL CUORE, NON VIVO PIU`
CADE UN GETTONE DENTRO IL JUKE-BOX
IL DISCO CAMBIA, MA CHE MUSICA E`, MA CHE MUSICA E`?
Let me explain this song to you.
"Stanno sparando"
they are shooting: (says Jesus)
they are not shooting at you: (says the demon)
"Stanno morendo"
they are dying: (says Jesus)
"Ma pensa per te"
Why don`t you mind your own business: (says the DEMON)
e per ognuno che cade giu`
muore una piccola parte di me
And for each and everyone that is falling down,
a small part of myself is dying.
says Jesus.
"Buio negli occhi. Non vedo piu`."
There is darkeness in my eyes. I cannot see any longer.(says Jesus.)
Buio nel cuore. Non vivo piu`.
Darkness in my heart. I am not living any longer:(says Jesus.)
"Cade un gettone dentro il jukebox."
A token falls into the jukebox machine,
"il disco cambia, ma che musica e`? "
the record has been changed, but... what kind of music is this?
says Jesus.
Last night in my dream I hear these words
"Ma non riesco a capire..."
Jesus, let me spell it out for you
YOU CAN DIE A THOUSAND TIMES ON THE CROSS BUT THE FACT REMAINS THAT
THESE PEOPLE ARE GONERS...
SO IT IS USELESS TO QUESTION YOURSELF AND SAY
"MA CHE MUSICA E`? MA CHE MUSICA E`? NON RIESCO A CAPIRE, NON RIESCO A CAPIRE...
JESUS STOP DYING ON A CROSS... YOUR SACRIFICE IS NOT BEING UNDERSTOOD...
FOR
IN THIS WORLD:
WHERE THERE IS A DEAD BODY THE VULTURES WILL GATHER...
THE world is kneeling in front of you, but the sky is mine...
Is not me that you have put into an incubator, but yourselves...
you can put me in all the chains that you want... but you have to remember that I only need to say
JESUS
AND I will grow wings on my shoulder and fly above your head
HE DIDN`T DIE FOR NOTHING.
As for your information I want to tell you that I am a very optimistic person...
for you have been attempting to kill me, rob me and so on and so on... since 1996...
and I still can laugh, smile, dance, write poetry, look for job even if I know it is hopeless... because you make sure that it is going to be hopeless for me to find a job...
MY LIFE IS A SONG
AND MY SONG IS
"...the universe is at your feet... if you serve God..."
VATTENE SATANA... E` ORA CHE PERISCI.
E LASCIA PERDERE I MIEI AMICI.
La felicita` ah ah aha
io so dove sta ah aha aha
ti ci portero` oho oho oho
se verrai con me ehe ehe ehe...
I Know where happines is, ... even in the midst of a nightmare... I still know the WAY TO HAPPINESS... AND THAT IS TO FIGHT AS CLORINDA TILL THE LAST BREATH...
...//un po` di Torquato Tasso non fa male.
HOW ARE YOU LORD JESUS CHRIST?
voglio ubbriacarmi di te vino inebriante
voglio camminare ad occhi chiusi
luce che estasia
voglio cantare d`amore
cuore che trepida
ED ORA CHE TI HO LODATO
MI VUOI PROTEGGERE????????????????????????????????????????????????? ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????
Something old, something new...!!
He was good!!!!
It must have been me!!
Un mondo pieno di ladri !!
...don`t go around grinning...the devil first entices then kills...it is better to be on the side of GOD.!!
you should read this...is so peacefull...however it could reveal itself as an EARTHQUAKE...do as you please
In my dream I saw the string
nylon and finely compact.
The Greek has decided
to call it quits
and get me stretched.
They have tried it once
by his order
It failed because
there was still a bit of order
All is collapsed now
The "DELITTO PERFETTO"
has to be activated
or the Liquidator will loose his face
and that will be highly unappreciated.
When will it be?
Will it be a lebanese
or an indian
to do the deed?
A stooge will be sent
to perform your action.
Stamp your feet, and
break the floor,
I am unmoved, I am still, I am DEAD.
But as dead as I may be
I walk, I talk,
I sing, I love
to haunt you
and your FOLLOWERS
greek junk with the face
soiled of dung...
THE STRING WAS IN THE HAND AND BEING MEASURED BY THE GREEK STOOGE, BUT WHO GETS TO BE SO LUCKY IN PUTTING IT AROUND MY NECK?
"We do not want her dead, otherwise all she have will go to her cousins in Argentina, we have to make sure that she doesn`t kill herself... we have to place her with a good ITALIAN FAMILY and we have to model her up... her brain we mean... to like... SEX AND BE A SEX ADDICT... this is the only way we can walk scott free... and with our face clean..., we`ve go to do this..."
for the liquidator... I came to you for work...
for the police... I came to you for justice...
for the principal... I came to you so that you could teach your clients to understand that that is a school not a pub...
to my brother... I came to you because my mother told me that my brother will always be there for me... sorry I made a mistake... I didn`t realise that when a brother marries then the wife takes over and the sister becomes the intruder... who need ask permission to talk to her own flesh and blood.
In my dream I heard someone say:
DEPARTMENT OF SCHOOL EDUCATION, I LOVE YOU... DO YOU LOVE ME TOO...
I HAVE THE RIGHT TO GO ANYWHERE I WANT AND STILL TO DEMAND TO BE TREATED WITH RESPECT ... that is for the stalker...
I have the right to go anywhere, TO ASK FOR JOBS, to work, to look after my things...PSYCHIATRISTS STOP KILLING... YOU HAVEN`T GRASPED WHAT BEING A DOCTOR IS... GO AND LEARN. AND LEAVE THE GOOD HEALTH PEOPLE ALONE.