Dad's dreaming- Sogno di Padre

It would have been nice to play with you.

Divide the infinite space of a house,

The deep silence, the deafening breath of you, who you sleep.

Meet you in the hallway or while you crawling.

I'd seen tapping their feet,

shook hands, washing your hair,

would give me a smile.

The books made into small pieces,

the walls blurred with the Fiber-tip pens

and the innocence of the guilty

and the popular indulgence

I know, now, with the lonely,

it rests in his loneliness,

an exempt palace.

It falls only, Lying on the ground.

Sarebbe stato bello giocare con te.

Dividere lo spaZio infinito di una casa,

Il profondo silenzio,  'assordante respiro di te, che dormi.

Incontrarti in corridoio , o mentre gattoni.

T'Avrei visto battere i piedi , 

Stretto le mani, lavato i capelli , 

M'avrebbe dato il sorriso.

I libri fatti a piccoli pezzi ,

I murI sfumati con gli spiriti

E l'innocenza del colpevole 

E l'indulgenza popolare

Mi riconosco ora con chi è solo,

E nella sua solitudine s'appoggia, 

Ad un esima reggia 

E cade solo, Steso al suolo

INSiDE short film

Thanks To Totaro

1976 Italia Inghilterra 2012

Diurnal reflections of an Italian in London:
For many it is just a meeting, a quirk between two sides, a little more than the normal evening with some moody and some fleeting joy. A chill in the newspaper tomorrow. I know, I understand. Youaren't fuck anything!
But for me that's a bit different. And this diversity is rooted in the culture of reference marks you and me.

So I take every day your underground, read your books, turn over your newspaper's pages, watch your TV, I learn your language, I am attracted by your advertising, I mingle with your crown, pay your taxes, I'm bored to wait for your bus and shut the door of a house on your land. I am grateful for the opportunities that present themselves to me in this land, like today.
Where the sense of rejection for all that's striped red and white turns into something deeper that clash with the blue, my dear, something what not unite but divide.
No let me fall into hypocrisy immigrant who disdains fertile soils where seeding, I know that , today there will be no sympathy for you and for this land, everything will disappear out the door. Today my eyes see the worst, my green eyes today are Blue.

Your Lions meet my Gladiators, fangs against his bare hands, Jaws against Mouth.
Two slavery in comparison.

England Vs Italy.

A ticket to hell or to heaven.
F ** k O **

London After Dark (1926)

... the privilege to find you between the sheets at the first shine of the day, among the crumpled pillows and disused pillowcase. Parts of the bed to drift ... How do we move at night while we're asleep?

THIS IS MY PRESIDENT