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Tarm


They returned the Dropkick Murphys, fancy abbreviations in Tarm.
What if you just hear the acronym you look like a product to clean the wood, but if you say "I listen to the Tarm," does more than cool, although probably 90% of healthy people will not understand what you mean (probably same 90% who would not understand even if I said "I listen to Dropkick Murphys," but that's another story). The
new piece is a literary masterpiece, as usual, the text is as follows:

"And around the world, around the world"

repeated 63 times.
For the series, and we do know how to irritate you.

But it is not the primary objective of this post extol the rich vocabulary of good musicians of Pordenone, in fact.
Listening to the new single on Brand New I reappeared immediately to mind an anecdote about my period "tardoadolescenziale" tied to a concert many years ago.
At the time I was barely high school, recently patented, and I remember that night they played the Tarm, not well defined in a location not far away.
Anyone who knows me, knows that, especially at that time, I was absolutely unable to handle any relationship with the girls. And if that girl named Valentina, and my friends know who Valerie was ... Well, a mess. That night, Valerie was at the concert. She hated the Tarm. Valerie went to the concert because it was the kind she liked: I had said, challenge, because he knew what I felt for her, although I continues with impunity to propose me as a friend of the heart.
I was heartbroken, but Laura had rekindled some hope in me to pass the time. Laura had a friend who saw and felt little Laura was pretty svarioncella alternative to the right place, but especially Laura had an affair with this mysterious boy Valerie wanted to win at all costs to the concert. Moreover, to make the picture even more clearly, between me and Laura had been something, a couple of times. Let's be clear: we had never kissed, never touched, and so on ... But we had gone so well, there was chemistry, you know not?
However, that night I went to a concert with Laura. It was the height of her beauty very special, very punk, but at the same time water and soap. The idea of \u200b\u200bboth was to make him jealous of our love for each other tardoadolescenziali, which saw us together at the concert would surely noticed how much we loved him and wanted to e.

It was not the case. A few things went wrong.
The first: I "fell in love" hopelessly Laura. I know, who knows me knows that my "madly in love" at the time did not mean much. But I was in love with this whole plan, of how she was jumping while listening to music by putting an arm around his neck, and so on. I had also given a kiss on the mouth, in the euphoria of the thing, and I had forgotten for a moment Valentina. Fuck it, I said to myself. Laura is infinitely better, and I want to.
The second: the guy who liked to Valentina, we might call bullobello, Valentina had not calculated it for a second. He had been leaning against the wall all the time, watching the kids dance with adult eyes. It was much more tardoadolescenti big for us, and you could see a mile away that we could do infinitely more. Valentina, then, after the first four songs, was gone with a third individual are not clearly identified, I then discovered that months after he became her boyfriend. The third
: Laura, however, was perfectly successful in its plan. While I greeted some friends, she had begun to talk tough and then making out with bullobello: I was greeted and told that he would be at her home. I had kissed her cheek, whispering in his ear: "Thank Cico, you are unique." She was gone taking away yet another piece of me just as I Tarm ended the concert with "eyes down", a of their most famous pieces. The fourth
I was left alone, I decided to berm a couple of beers and go home. Months later, I later discovered that the concert was a girl, smaller and they do not carry the name for reasons too numerous to explain, who was in love with me and that I had "followed" all evening. Of course I had not noticed anything, and she was too shy to come forward. Would have told me then months later, precisely in front of a coffee in a rainy day. But that's another story.

At the time I did not know all or most of my love affairs in the future would not have been more than a much more messy than that.

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Patches


For some wounds, the patch is not enough.
The only thing to do, to make them truly heal, you tear off the patch: let them breathe and give them time to heal itself.

So: I love you, flea, however, it went:)

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Girl I do not know


Girl I do not know, I am writing these few words with the hope that someday, somewhere, you can achieve. Maybe when you're a bit 'sad, sitting with his back against the wall and his head resting on his knees, or, why not, when you get to the height of happiness my words will come to you to mess your hair like a gust of wind in summer.
Girl I do not know if I concentrate I can almost see you, while your legs a slender dance rhythm that belongs to you forever, and let you admire in a thin frock that some of the artist in the world do you drew him. Dances by herself, eyes closed, because only you can hear the music, but girl do not know, your every step marks a melody that takes shape in my heart and in my mind, trapping my soul in a sweet swirl de-sac.
Girl I do not know, I write because at one point I thought I would not do it: After many years I have met again that feeling of solitude, a solitude that can dig into a chasm which can not assess the size. I knew it was there, deep and silent, but for endless days I refused to look inside, frightened of being unable to manage its depth, a total absence that turns into a disturbing presence of something that you can not explain, but it forces you to lie down in a corner like a guilty dog. So I write to you, girl I do not know, because when I decided to stop trivializing my heart, according to hear the usual stories and excuses, I have you come in you mind. Believing in the impossible was the cause of all my successes, but also for all my trouble, thinking well: one day someone called me a "gambler", and I assure you that perhaps he was right. I bet on any roulette every time that I found myself in front, I also played where I knew I probably would have lost. Why, I ask, because he despises the common place, and I never stopped believing that something that tied me to a force you had to have a meaning beyond everything.
Girl I do not know, I write and I know that maybe one day answer, I'm not so disillusioned to believe that dreams do not ever come true, indeed: miracles are sometimes more frequent tragedies, we know only that we do not find them. My fear, however, is that I can let you down when you finally There we met: I have become harder, this is true, but they are grumpy, a little bear 'and the abyss of which I mentioned earlier has the nasty habit of sucking even the people around me. I also never really learned to dance, and I was terrified that you'll get bored if you talk only of cinema, dreams related to a song or book that you would have liked to read but have never had the time or wants to address.
Maybe only half man: an eternal child in the fund, which still remains open mouth watching a train pass, which is also full of people with their lives slip away, away.
Girl I do not know, how am I like in those days when I am assailed melancholy, and only see a leaf that falls off a tree fills my eyes with tears for a life that I have not, but that has meant so much to me in a time that seems out more?
But maybe I'll write this girl I know. Do not believe me when I say that maybe I'd rather not see you, afraid to disappoint you: I am a bit 'as those people who want to believe in miracles, but when they deny to have you seen one before.
There will be somewhere a little wood, where you can teach me to dance barefoot on the grass wet with dew, or a river surrounded by rocks on which we can lie down and quietly listen to the music of nature.
Girl I do not know, you and I belong, even though it say it now, out loud, it almost seems to violate a secret millennium. Why you too, now, girl I do not know, you're looking out the window, while light rains and you lit another cigarette. Look out of the misted glass, and dreams that you gently brush your hand, able to inspire in you the emotions that he felt not too long now I thought that someone, or some wrong choice, he had killed those feelings forever, you were now resigned that some small fragments of heaven now you do not belong anymore.
But I'm here, girl I do not know, with my background of failure which is accompanied by a small but precious bag dreams and certainties.
not say anything, girl you do not know, just look at me with those eyes that I have ever seen, and the rest will come.
soon then girl do not know, or "a thousand years." No matter, you know. Because I know you're there, and this is already an answer to all questions, an answer just yet do not have it.