Willie Nelson

Scemo piu Scemo, To Be or Not to Be

Dimenticare, Forget Shakespeare

For a minute, per un minuto o due tre ecc………

Malafemmina

Primo Totò, Shakespeare can wait

Grande moria delle vacche

Ora Totò

Mina e Totò duetto

Willie Shakespeare still waiting

Ora Willie Nelson

The Pilgrim

Ora finalmente William Shakespeare

Stasera Shakespeare

Prima per gli Italiani

Essere o non essere, questo è il problema.
Se sia più nobile sopportare
le percosse e le ingiurie di una sorte atroce,
oppure prendere le armi contro un mare di guai
e, combattendo, annientarli.
Morire, dormire.
Niente altro.
E dire che col sonno mettiamo fine
al dolore del cuore e ai mille colpi
che la natura della carne ha ereditato
È un epilogo da desiderarsi devotamente.
Morire, dormire.
Dormire, forse sognare: ah, c’é l’ostacolo,
perchè in quel sogno di morte
il pensiero dei sogni che possano venire,
quando ci saremo staccati dal tumulto della vita,
ci rende esistanti.
Altrimenti chi sopporterebbe le frustate e lo scherno del tempo
le ingiurie degli oppressori, le insolenze dei superbi,
le ferite dell’amore disprezzato,
le lungaggini della legge, l’arroganza dei burocrati
e i calci che i giusti e i mansueti
ricevono dagli indegni.
Qualora si potesse far stornare il conto con un semplice pugnale,
chi vorrebbe portare dei pesi
per gemere e sudare
sotto il carico di una vita logorante
se la paura di qualche cosa dopo la morte,
il paese inesplorato dal quale nessun viandante ritorna,
non frenasse la nostra volontà,
facendoci preferire i mali che sopportiamo
ad altri che non conosciamo?
Così la coscienza ci fa tutti vili
e così il colore innato della risolutezza,
lo si rovina con una squallida gettata di pensiero
e le imprese d’alto grado e il momento,
proprio per questo, cambiano il loro corso
e perdono persino il loro nome di azioni.

Now for the English Speaking World

To be, or not to be: that is the question:

Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action. - Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember'd.



 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Come un mortuary

In Italy it is’nt like that but:

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Nightmares

Incubbi

Closing blinds
Shutting shutters
The dog is barking
I’m muttering
Tirare giù  le taparelle
Turning OFF and ON the lights

Goodnight

Sadness
Gladness
Sorrow
Joy

Went to sleep in black velvet sheets
Purple bedcover
Pillows black
Velvet
Woke up
What the FUCK
2:57 GOT UP
Next evening the white bedroom

Back to my sisters,
Had a nightmare
Fell out of bed
Split my lip
Bleed from my tooth
Washed away
Frighented
Back to bed

To be continued …………….

Freedom
But dunno what to dooo….NO/YES….On the road again …….

Back to Willie

 

Scemo, Scemo, Scemo e ………… Scemo

A Story told in music

Daft,Dumb,Fool

Scemo

What does it mean ?
It means as written above, and maybe out of my head

Gotta start with Van being himself telling the guy/girl to keep quiet (Very Politely)
Then the music begins
As the guys said

Into The Mystic

I’ll never smoke weed with willie again

He’s a liar
I’m a liar
Now I’ll look for song to reflect the mood or a poem
Who know’s wat I’ll find
Found Found Found (not yet too early)
Gonna buy me a guitar and learn to play, time time time………………

and the dog is producing natural gas , pazienza

Found

Turn on the light,electric

Bulbs

Gone back to Heaven

Call me up in dreamland

Get the message to me

Vanlose Stairway

Warm Love 

Willie on the weed again

And It Stoned Me 

then back to work

Cleaning Windows

Gone back to Heaven

Call me up in dreamland

Get the message to me

 

On the road again

Just got back from an escape trip, everything OK.

My son who was looking after his dog in my house (dog lives in my house) went home,leaving the dog behind.
That’s family.

Brought back for him 2 Kilos of bacon
He loves it. and you can’t get it here………….
That’s breakfast

Papa, Could you give me your PayPal account Name,Password
My card doesn’t work, then I’ll give it back
That’s children (Big children)

He left my computer all F********* Up, Broke the Mouse (Not a living one)
AdWare,SpyWare
U name it , he did it
Then he scolded me (Me……….) That’s Life