Hoy me levante como todos los sabados, religiosamente a las dos de la tarde.

Prendí el televisor y me canse del puterío batato que se repetía por cadena nacional, nunca lo veo, pero no se que paso hay… castigo: limpiar la heladera.

La casa es un desastre como siempre, mi Virginia no vino a dormir porque se quedo “en la casa de una amiga” (tan cara de boludo tengo?). Mi otro hermano, el menor de los tres, se la pasa boludeando todo el dia con su noviecita europea de intercambio y descuida las necesidades del hogar. asi que parecía ideal para una arremetida a la limpieza.

Tocan la puerta. se ve una silueta por el vidrio lateral de la puerta.

- Hola Eze, como andas, pasa pasa

- Bien che, pasaba por el centro y vi las cortinas abiertas, esta Drago? – si es extraño, pero a mi hermano le dicimos asi desde chiquito, aun no se porque pero tengo leves sospechas.

- No, Drago esta durmiendo, anoche me parece que vino tarde.

- Ah bueno, puedo entrar la bici?.

Dude un segundo porque me pareció no entender la pregunta. El sabia toda la historia que teníamos, el amigo de Drago tiene 18 años, como mi hermano, pero el siempre me buscaba conversación porque hace tres años atrás habíamos tenido una especie de historia romántica pero que no termino en nada, la duda se había apoderado de el esa noche.

- Em… dejala ahi, mira que estoy por limpiar eh.

Lo deje entrando el aparato mientras me alejaba a la cocina escuchado ” no hay drama che” y por lo bajo, “que caracter…”

Habremos estado unos veinte minutos hasta que le dije:

- Che pone el agua asi tomamos unos mates- rogando que Drago se despertara.

- Daaale.

Ningún tema de conversación, en realidad no quería incursionar en ninguno, cada vez que lo hacia desembocaba en lo que le había pasado aquella noche y las escusas, miedos y mentiras se apoderaban de su boca. Lo que no esperaba era que el hablara primero.

- Che Nico te acordas aquell….

- DRAGO!, TAS DESPIERTO?! VINO EZE A VISITARTE! – despues lo mire y con los ojos un poco desorbitado por el grito, en susurro lo cachetee con estas palabras  - No vuelvas a excusarte por lo cagon que sos.

La expresión de la cara de Eze parecía volverse marchita mientras le enrojecía. Asi pasamos los siguentes 15 minutos. Eze sentado frente a la Pc viendo su face y yo limpiando la heladera, cada vez que puteaba con una mancha de sangre que no salia, el tecleba mas despacio y pausado.

- DRAGO! La puta madre…

- Ya vaaa, que caracter de mieerda! – Ya se habia levantado y con el torso desnudo con los pantalones puestos le va a pegar en la cabeza a Eze quien se da vuelta y lo mira.

- Che Eze, no entraste a esa nueva pagina? ponela mira… es: http, dos puntos, barra, barra, W,W, W, ni se te ocurra pensarlo, punto com. Es una pagina de unos chicos que golpean a otros, hay videos y todo…

A veces la ironia me gana.

Ezequiel jamas habló con nadie de ese tema que tanto recuria cuando me veía ni siquiera con Drago, por lo menos es lo que me decia. Él es lo que se llamaria indefinido sexualmente, y esto en un muchacho en plena adolescencia es todo un tema y mas en su caso. Hace tres años no era asi, despues de “lo nuestro”, habia tenido encuentros cercanos con la policia en varias oportunidades, pero como diría él: “solo fue por droga; cocaina, extasis, pepa, heroina. Nada del otro mundo no?”

As Hal-G releases silent guards, Drago takes down the guards and delivers a final blow to Naga with the help of the other brawlers’ bakugan. …

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Bakugan Episode 52: Number One Battle Brawlers Part 3

by Bakuganbattles (Category: People & Blogs)

I had gotten the heads up about Estevan Oriol’s LA WOMAN book release via NOBUENO.COM (linked in my blog roll to the right). And also read up on it via Estevan’s blog also on the right side in my blog roll. I pre-ordered it via Amazon and patiently waited its arrival. Once I received it the photos inside are amazing . Being able to see the skill of Estevan’s finger/eye tandem in catching brilliant photos definitely makes me want to follow and learn that same skill. Each photo seems to tell a story (one I don’t know but am sure is interesting). The moments, attitude,dedication and sincerity in every shot is breath taking. I am glad to have had an opportunity to see the beautiful women of Los Angeles through Estevan’s Lens. If you have a chance check it out and purchase this book. As above it is titled LA WOMAN by Estevan Oriol, published by Drago. You can check out thelastlaugh.com(or click the blogroll link to the right and follow the directions to order a copy) and cop a signed copy by the man himself as well as possibly grab a few of his kick ass shirts.

Nadya’s Nights: Road to Vengeance

Night Three: Settling Scores

Chapter Thirty-Seven: Twisting

by Indy McDaniel

Copyright © 2009 Indy McDaniel

Popping the top on the second bottle of vodka, Nadya brought it to her lips and tilted it back, taking a long swig from it and letting the alcohol flow into her.  Bringing the bottle away from her lips, she poured a fair amount of the clear fluid over the bite wound on her neck, hissing at the burn of it and letting out a few choice Russian curses.  She quickly took another swig before tossing the bottle aside, smashing it against the wall.  She flicked what remained of her cigarette into the spilt booze and watched it catch fire.  She was still feeling light headed from blood loss, but she forced herself through it.

The knowledge that if she passed out in the place, she’d wind up a blackened corpse helped to keep her moving.

Working her way back the way she’d come, it didn’t take long for her to find the ball room again.  The place was as she left it.

In shambles.

Bridget was where she’d been the last time Nadya had seen her.  Huddled into a fetal position.

A naked, quivering ball of trauma.

Sliding her sword back into its sheath, Nadya approached the woman and knelt beside her.  Bridget’s eyes were puffy and bloodshot from sobbing, staring vacantly outwards.  Placing a hand gently against the woman’s shoulder, Nadya gave her a shake.

No response.

“C’mon,” Nadya said.  “I’m not about to piggyback your ass out of here.  And we really need to be going.”  She gave her a harder shake.

Still nothing.

Sighing, she brought her hand away from Bridget’s shoulder and smacked her hard across the face.

The woman’s teary, emerald eyes blinked and then focused on Nadya.

“The fucking building’s on fire.  Get your shit together.”

Sitting up, Bridget looked down at herself then over to Nadya, confused.  “On fire?”  Her eyes narrowed.  “Where’s Remy?”

“Turning to ash, at the moment,” Nadya replied.  “Less you feel like joining him, we need to leave.”  She rose to her feet and looked around the room.  “Looks like you’ll have to streak.”  She looked back to find Bridget still sitting on the floor, her eyes gone distant again.

“I couldn’t avenge Doyle,” she said.  “I couldn’t even defend myself against him.  He showed me things.  Such horrible things.”  More tears began to fall down her cheeks.  “He trapped me in a nightmare.”

Nadya reached down and hooked a hand under Bridget’s armpit, lifting her to her feet.  “He did the same to me.  He was a real fucking cunt and now he’s a real dead fucking cunt.”

She could smell smoke.

The fire was spreading.

“If you wanna go all useless and catatonic, you can do it once we get out of here.”  She tugged at Bridget’s arm, forcing her to walk forward.  “Now, show me how to get the fuck outta this slaughter house.”

Shaking her head clear, Bridget’s eyes once again lost the distant look.  Her nose twitched as it was tickled by the smoke that was now billowing into the ball room in thicker clouds.  “This way.”  She broke free from Nadya’s grip and headed for one of the smashed doorways leading out of the room.

Nadya was thankful that they seemed to be heading away from where she’d started the fire.  Racing through an inferno wasn’t something she was looking forward to.  Neither was racing back through the sewers with only her sword for protection.

“At least tell me he suffered,” Bridget said as they headed down a hallway.  Her lack of clothing didn’t seem to be bothering her any.

“He suffered.”  Nadya wasn’t bothered by the nudity of others, but she did find it strange how anyone could strut around that way without caring.  It wasn’t that she was self-conscious about her appearance, either clothed or nude, but her body was private.  She didn’t want anyone else seeing it.

She imagined Bridget’s desensitization came from her life as a werewolf.  If you planned on getting big, bad and furry, you had to take a bit of public nudity along with it.

Nadya was just glad she wasn’t a werewolf.

Rounding a corner, they entered the foyer.  The air around them was still filled with a layer of smoke.  The fire had to be spreading rapidly.  It didn’t matter now, though.  The exit was right in front of them and once they were outside, they could go on their separate ways.  Nadya would have to find her way back to the Maserati, then she could return to Vladimir, get patched up and get on with her life.

The ordeal was finally over.

What about Ulbrecht?

The voice!  The damned, fucking voice!  Again!

Nadya cringed and fought the urge to slam her fist into one of the paintings that lined the walls of the foyer.  Instead, she quickened her pace towards the front door, wanting to get out of the place before the voice drove her to run, screaming, into the raging fire that lurked somewhere in the hideout behind her.

Moving past Bridget, she grabbed the handle to the door, turned it and pulled the door open, stepping out.

The cool night air felt refreshing against her face.  There was a light breeze that made her blonde locks flutter across her forehead.  Moving down the steps leading up to the door, she stopped at the curb and lit up another cigarette.  Turning her head, she saw Bridget exiting the hideout behind her.

From the outside, the place looked like an abandoned hotel.  Quite a difference from the well decorated, almost ritzy, interior.

Not for much longer, she thought, seeing the smoke pouring out of the building.  Before long, the whole place would be reduced to ash and burning embers.

Nadya offered Bridget a smoke and she accepted.  Flipping her lighter open, the Russian lit it for her before taking a drag from her own.  “We should probably put some distance between ourselves and this place.”

“I don’t have anywhere to go,” Bridget responded.  “My whole life, everything I owned, was here.”

“Well, then it looks like it’s time to start a new life,” Nadya said, not really all that interested in what she did or didn’t have.  Now that Remy was dead, there was no longer a need for them to remain partners.  She wasn’t going to kill the woman, but she didn’t want her tagging along either.  “I’m sure you could find someone to lend you their clothes.  Your furrier half is quite persuasive.”

Bridget couldn’t help smirking at the comment.  “Hell, I’m pretty sure I could be pretty persuasive as I am,” she said.  “Not a whole lot of blokes who wouldn’t give a lass plenty when she’s naked.”

Nadya turned and gave her a disgusted look.  “I’d rather kill them.”

The redhead laughed.  “Hey, do you think you could give me a ri – “  Her sentence was abruptly cut short as a distant gunshot ended in a red flower blossoming between Bridget’s pale breasts.  Jaw dropping and brow furrowing into a hurt, confused expression, she looked down at the bullet hole that had just been drilled into her chest and through her heart.

Nadya was staring at the wound as well.  She hadn’t been the one to cause it.  Which meant she wasn’t as safe as she’d thought.

She watched Bridget let out a wet cough, blood spraying from her lips before she collapsed back to the ground.  Nadya took a step closer, looking down at her.  She coughed up more blood, looking up at Nadya with pleading eyes.

“I don’t… w-want… to… be a.. v-vamp…”  Her last ragged breath passed her lips and her eyes went blank.

Hearing footsteps behind her, Nadya spun, reaching for one of her pistols.  Her movements faltered as she set eyes on the woman approaching.  It was almost like looking in a mirror.  The same blonde hair, cut in a similar fashion.  The same eyes, maybe a bit less haunted, but the color and shape were virtually identical.  Even the way she walked, like a predator, seemed to be a mimicry of Nadya.

The shock of seeing what could only be referred to as her double stalled Nadya’s hand as she reached for her pistol.  In the moment of hesitation, the near-twin raised her own pistol, aiming it directly at Nadya and pulling the trigger.

Sharp pain stabbed into her left breast and for a moment she thought she was about to be as dead as Bridget.  Then as her eyes focused on the upraised weapon that had been fired at her, she saw how it looked different than a normal gun.  Looking down, she saw a dart sticking out of her chest.

Already, numbness was spreading outwards from the impact site.  She grabbed hold of the dart, yanking it free and tossing it aside, then tried to go for her gun again.  Her fingers were clumsy with the drug pumping through her veins now and she only managed to slip the pistol free from its holster berfore promptly dropping it to the ground.

A moment later, she was falling in slow motion, her eyes still locked on the alternate version of herself standing before her, tranq gun now lowered to her side.  It was during her slow motion decent that she realized she’d seen the woman before.

But where?

The feeling of her back slamming into the ground took several seconds to register in Nadya’s drugged brain.  Now all she could see was the night sky up above.  Her eyelids were starting to grow heavy but she forced them open again as she saw the other blonde woman standing over her.

Her lips tried to form the questions racing through her mind.

Who are you?

Why are you doing this?

Where the fuck did you come from?

But her lips were numbed, along with the rest of her body, and she couldn’t get them to work right.

Three men came up behind the blonde woman.  One had a sniper rifle slung over his shoulder.

“Hell of a shot, Drago,” the woman said, eyeing Bridget’s corpse.

It was getting hard for Nadya to hear things, but the voice, or more specifically, the Russian accent, only worked to further perplex her.

“We need to finish it, though.”  The woman looked back down at Nadya, then to the hilt of the katana strapped to her back.  She smiled.  “Mind if I  borrow that?”

Nadya’s only reply was a soft groan which had started life as her attempt at saying, “Stay the fuck away from me, you freaky bitch!”  But the drug was ravaging her, making it hard to stay conscious, let alone respond intelligibly.

“I’ll take that as a ‘no’,” the woman said, still smiling.  Using her foot, she pushed Nadya onto her side, her body so much dead weight.  Her head hung loosely on her shoulders and as she was tipped onto her side, her eyes fell on Bridget’s body.  Despite the fact that she really didn’t have much of an attachment to the woman, she felt sorry for her.

Her sword was pulled free of its sheath and then Nadya was knocked flat on her back again.  Her evil pseudo-twin now had her sword, stepping over her limp form to get to Bridget’s.  As darkness crept in on her vision, Nadya heard the distinct sound of the sword swishing through the air before meeting, and cleaving through, flesh and bone.

Well, looks like you’re getting your wish, Nadya thought.  You’re not gonna be a vampire.

Her eyes fluttered closed, unsure of whether or not she was next to be dismembered or if her almost-double had more sinister plans in store for her.

Just before the drugs knocked her out, she found her thoughts turning to Ulbrecht.  The annoying voice wasn’t saying anything and somehow that only made it worse.

As the blackness consumed her completely, the thoughts followed along, dancing across the insides of her eyelids.  And just before all thinking became impossible for her, the voice decided to speak up one last time.

You’re totally in love with him…

Nadya hoped they planned on chopping her up.  At least it would put an end to that fucking voice.

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Nella stanza c’è un drago, ma nessuno lo vede.

Le persone si sono incontrate nella stanza per parlar male del drago ed ucciderlo, ma solo una lo vede e sa che dimora fra loro.

Colei che vede il drago si trova davanti ad un bivio:
può parlar male del drago,
può uccidere il drago.

Se parlerà male del drago tutti la accoglieranno fra di loro e la chiameranno saggia,
se tenterà di ucciderlo tutti le si opporranno e difenderanno il drago.

Nella mente c’è un drago ma nessuno lo vede.

After losing his best friend to Klaus, Marucho pleads to Klaus for the return of his beloved Preyas.
In a desperate attempt to get Preyas back, Marucho and Runo run through a portal, chasing after Klaus and entering inside Masquerade’s evil lair.
Inside Masquerade’s castle, they learn about Bakugan evolution, the miracle of power increase.
The brawlers soon find out that the person who holds the Infinity Core will possess the Ultimate Bakugan.
Just when they think it’s strange enough, Julio … …

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Bakugan Episode 18 : Evolution Revolution Part 3

by Bakuganbattles (Category: People & Blogs)

Masquerade manipulates two boys, Kosuke and Takashi, into using his Doom Cards against the Bakugan Battle Brawlers.
He promises to reunite their friend Ai with her brother if they help him.
Wanting to help their friend, they take the bait and soon run into Runo and Marucho, who are at the airport picking up their website pal, Alice.
Luckily, Alice is skilled in the finer points of combination battle, and coaches her friends to victory.
But Alice is fighting her own battle; she has a dark … …

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Bakugan Episode 9 : Fight Or Flight! part 1

by Bakuganbattles (Category: Entertainment)

The brawlers mourn over the loss of Dan and Drago.
Meanwhile …

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Bakugan Episode 28 : The Brawler’s Last Stand Part 3

by Bakuganbattles (Category: People & Blogs)

Ancora mi
scaldi,
ora che
non sei più
braccio,
ma soffice
manto
che m’avvolgo
sul corpo.

Ti scorgo,
punto ardente
tra tenebre
timorose,
che dà luce
alle mie
notti smarrite.

Ti sento,
vangare cieli,
coltivare
callose carezze,
con le tue
mani immense.

Sei tu
epico drago,
di sogno di bimbo,
che mai finisce
di sputare fiamme
nelle mie fantasie.

Sei tu
indomito dono,
che mai smette
di darsi.

Flavio Zago

Marucho and Runo realize that the combined strength of the Battle Brawlers doesn’t match up to Masquerade’s power.
Without Dan’s knowledge, they visit Shun to try and convince him to join the team.
Shun’s grandpa tries to send them away, but Shun challenges them to a Brawl. …

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Bakugan Episode 11 : Grandpa’s Got A Brand New Bakugan P 2

by Bakuganbattles (Category: People & Blogs)

HOLY CRAP Drago just knocked out Apollo. He’s not looking good after that. -ThereIsNoGodZilla

I agree with the widow Creed and blame Rocky, he should have thrown in the towel.  No matter how proud Apollo was.

Would you take $10,000 to Teabag a hibernating bear? -TinHearted

I’m pretty sure he’d fucking tear you to pieces before you unbuttoned your pants.  So, no thanks.

Watching Bored To Death? -NineInchMark

Yeah, last Sundays was particularly funny, with the Craigslist girl. But the show is okay. More interesting than it is funny.  I don’t like that he never loses a case. It would make the show more appealing if you weren’t sure it was gonna work out in the end. I suppose they could be setting up for something.

FACT: Les Stroud > Bear Grylls -wool21

Les takes himself too seriously and is over-dramatic. We don’t need to see him bored in the wilderness to prove that he’s there.  They should merge the shows and drop one in one spot one week, and the other in the same spot the next week and see who has the best ideas and easiest time. Now, we’re talking.

“Taking Ecstasy is Safer Than Riding A Horse” -British Drug Czar David Nutt.  Reply? -BBSS8833

What a coincidence, Ecstasy is less exciting than riding a horse, also.

Rachel Scotts Dad came to talk to us at school today.  Shes the girl killed in the Columbine attacks that had all these premonitions of the attack and her death and stuff.   Very moving and eerie.  Have you heard of this? -everpack17

Have you heard the theory that she was in on the attack?  Apparently, there’s concern that she wanted to die, but didn’t want to commit suicide.  I’ve even read that the three of them had sex because no one wants to die a virgin, and then she did a bunch of things to look like she knew it was going to happen, because she did.  She even “somehow” saved her brother, who had a gun to his head at one point from several accounts.  I don’t subscribe to anyones version of the situation, because I wasn’t there and I really don’t care.  But when given the basic choices of “Knowing Co-conspirator” or “Teenager with mystical powers”, I’m going to invariably go with the one that’s more likely.

You’re from Boston.  Ever been to Salem on Halloween?  I just went, shit gets crazy there, It’s like being in the North Pole for Christmas, it just feels right. -EricaLamb

I prefer not to support the site of one of the most retarded government-sanctioned murder sprees in the countries history.   But thanks for asking, though.

I am part Japanese, and I don’t consider the word “jap” to be offensive.  -DaGr1lla

I don’t see how anyone could.  It’s like “Jew” or “Brit”.  But some Japanese people do get offended. So, I’ll still avoid the word to not chance bringing someone negativity because I’m not so lazy that I need to shorten a three syllable word.

PS3 fans are loving that party chat was removed from the XBox, but they never had it at all!  How does it feel, fanboy? -5Mt1.

Great, knowing that all my online games have been legitimate, and not open to rampant cheating exposed on the XBox. It’s like someone who has beaten cancer asking someone else “Hows it feel not having Cancer?”  It’s great, and you look retarded for asking such a retarded question.

Would you have to be really bored or have nothing better to do in order to take revenge on someone?  Let’s say someone you love gets killed. You have a 4.0 GPA and have a lot on your plate, maybe even an athletic scholarship. Could you be bothered to seek revenge? Would your decision depend on your itinerary? If I were bored enough I’d enact tons of revenge. -DudeListen

Revenge is not motivated by boredom or an abundance of free time. Revenge is motivated by injustice, and usually comes at the expense of future plans, not in spite of them.  If you aren’t emotional enough to concoct revenge, then you’re just wasting your effort thinking about how awesome it would be if you did.  That’s called a “grudge”.   Revenge isn’t rational. You either sacrifice things to obtain it, or you don’t care enough to do so. That’s it, the only two options.

Julie and her childhood friend, Billy, go toe-to-toe in a Bakugan Battle.
Although Julie’s defeated by Billy, she’s impressed with his skill level and his Bakugan, Cycloid.
They make a great team, & Julie desperately wishes that she could also befriends a talking Bakugan.
Later, when Julie really admits to herself how lonely she is, the Bakugan Gorem appears to her.
The two seem to be destined together. …

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Bakugan Episode 10 – A Perfect Match Part 1

by Bakuganbattles (Category: Entertainment)

Ciao a tutti,

puntata del Ritmo Radio Show di sabato 17 ottobre. Ritmo è la trasmissione del sabato sera su Controradio (93,6/98,9fm per tutta la Toscana).
Come sempre chi se l’è persa può riacoltarla qui http://bit.ly/2nnl7B

Puntata speciale in cui Ritmo ha ospitato dj Drago (Black Friday crew/Sanantonio42) il quale ci ha parlato del libro di Peter Shapiro “You Should Be Dancing” e dj Tayone protagonista di un ottimo mixtape (che potete trovare qui http://bit.ly/zmqWe) e da pochi mesi uscito con l’album Photographie su Relief.

Funk partenza con Poets Of Rhythm, autentica macchina del funk che nel 1993 incidono l’ottimo Practice What You Preach (fatevi un giro su ebay e constatate di persona a quanto gravita la copia originale dell’album…); il disco è stato poi ristampato dalla Daptone nel 2006 e More Mess On My Thing ne è la prima traccia.

Blowfly è l’alter ego psycho funk di Clarence Reid, musicista/produttore che ha firmato vari successi di artisti come Betty Wright, Gwen McCrae e KC & The Sunshine Band tra gli altri. Outro è tratta dall’esordio del 1971 Weird World Of Blowfly e soprattutto è stata campionata dai Jurassic 5 nel 1999 per la loro Quality Control, traccia che dà anche il titolo al seminale disco uscito per Rawkus.

Tash è invece una vecchia conoscenza, membro originale di una leggenda chiamata Alkaholiks! Lo ritroviamo in pista con un nuovo album, Control Freak, ricco di ospiti di tutto rispetto come Outkast, B-Real, Phi Da Agony e Del The Funky Homosapiens, guest mc in Get It.

Come detto uno degli ospiti in questa puntata di Ritmo (diventerà presenza mensile fissa) è stato mr Drago, da anni dj/agitatore della scena musical/culturale pisana, nonché titolare del Sanantonio42, negozietto nel centro di Pisa dove potete trovare ottimi dischi e libri.

Nel parlarci del libro di Peter Shapiro You Should Be Dancing, ha accompagnato le parole con I Heard It Through The Grapevine di Marving Gaye, War di Edwin Starr e Don’t Call Me Brother di O’Jays.

Chiusa la parentesi libro ecco gli Steely Dan con Peg, brano campionato dai De La Soul, da Prince Paul sarebbe da dire, per l’esordio del 1989 3 Feet & Rising High.

Di nuovo DC recordings, abbiamo parlato di Emperor Machine giusto un paio di settimane fa, stavolta con Kelpe e questa Stop Parching Yourself remixata da uno che le ha mani magiche: mr Fulgeance, già proposto in passato qua a Ritmo in versione All City Dublin.

E legato  a Fulgeance è sicuramente Debruit, altro produttore francese che non ci sforzeremo mai di lodare abbastanza. Qualche mese fa è uscito un suo ep su Music Large (label che condivide con Fulgeance e Rekick), da cui abbiamo ascoltato questa sincopatissima (ma a mio parere funkissima) Look!

A chiudere James Black con la traccia Air & Lack Thereof su Hemlock records; dubstep celebrale che mi riporta decisamente su atmosfere da richiesta di linea a mezzanotte….ci siamo capiti no?

Come detto poco sopra, mixtape a cura di dj Tayone, che alcune settimana fa è venuto a trovarci a Pisa, al Cantiere San Bernardo, con un set ad alto tasso di eclettismo e divertimento.

Vi ricordo che con gli amici di Mixology e Ragnampiza, rispettivamente il venerdì e lunedì sera di Controradio, stiamo organizzando un nuovo evento mensile..il suo è OFF_BEATZ…cercatelo su facebook, a breve tutti i dettagli!!!!!!!

Bon, anche per questa volta è tutto….BONA!

pzzo

Ieri sera polvere di riflessione è caduta su di me. Gli alberi hanno assorbito chi me l’ha lanciata, ma la polvere ha scatenato il vento e gli alberi e le foglie intorno a me si sono sollevati per sostenermi. 

Ho riflettuto sulla mia anima che cerca la sua parte mancante. La tristezza struggente che serve per completarmi. Quella tristezza misteriosa ed affascinante che serve a luce di stella per brillare sempre di più.

Io ho sempre creduto che se è amore, è per sempre. Per questo non credo nel paradiso perduto, perchè se paradiso fosse stato, paradiso sarebbe ancora oggi.

Ora vedo una rosa, splendida e profumata. Lei è oggi, ma il suo ricordo e il suo profumo saranno in noi anche domani. I miei pensieri si abbracciano stretti e crescono insieme alla mia anima.

La mia anima osserva, la mia anima annusa, la mia anima ricerca se stessa.

 Non ho mai visto il finire di un amore correlato all’evoluzione della nostra anima. Un tassello mancante trovato e quella persona che credevamo di amare non collima più con la nostra anima. Ma il Dio in cui credo ha sempre detto Amore è per sempre. E allora mi immergo come stessi tuffandomi tra pensieri e riflessioni, tra frammenti di vita o sogni di bambina. Mi immergo tra e il rosa e il blu alla ricerca di una risposta. Quante volte la mia anima dovrà immergersi in questo mare di rami e di foglie, di vento e di aria, di acqua e terra per trovare una risposta. Polvere di riflessione è stata lanciata su di me.

1 * Mez Drago : jdr entre le High Fantasy et la Fantasy mythique (conte), dans lequel 3 espèces profondément différentes vont se trouver des points communs lors du réveil des Drago’s. C’est un jdr qui se concentrera en particulier sur les secrets du monde. Cinq tomes sont envisagés :
- Mez Drago – le livre de base (Pj/Mj);
- Guerre Céleste;
- Nouvelles Alliances;
- Les Secrets Oubliés;
- Les Maîtres du Feu.

2 * Le second jdr produit par Bardaf! est ” Surgery Room “. Jdr contemporain (*) dans lequel les rôlistes incarnent des étudiants en médecine rêvant de pratiquer des opérations chirurgicales. Surgery Room va sans doute attirer un certain public habitué aux séries américaines hospitalières. Mais le public se veut large, et les termes médicaux seront expliqués simplement aux néophytes, y-compris le Mj. Le système tournera autour de 3 grands pôles: les compétences/connaissances médicales, le relationnel (patients, collègues, autres) et la mentalité du pj (détermination, peur, etc.).
* Si jamais on arrive au bout et que Surgery Room plait, on pourrait envisager la création de suppléments pour jouer à différentes époques, ou lieux reculés (style MSF).

3 * De nouveau un jeu dans un univers scientifique… sauf qu’on y ajoute un peu de fantasy animalière : il s’agit de ” Moreau Lab. “
Dans ce jdr atypique, vous incarnerez des animaux-cobayes échappés d’un laboratoire. Dorénavant vous êtes dotés de talents spéciaux qui font de vous des animaux uniques. On vous a humanisé, et votre destin est désormais entre vos mains. Ce jdr pourrait trouver sa place pour concourir au Demiurge 2009 si la thématique est en adéquation. Un jdr qui pourrait se montrer fun, un style de super héros/mutants mais animaux à la base.

Sous l’impulsion d’Erik, Bardaf! developpe ces 3 jdr. Si l’espoir fait vivre, l’un d’entre eux pourrait sortir au printemps 2010.

Venerdì 30 ottobre primo appuntamento con FUNK INVADERS, nuova serata nel palinsesto dell’Ex-Wide (Via Franceschi 13, Pisa)

Black music dal passato (funk, soul, disco) ma anche nu disco, electro, hip hop, sempre alla ricerca del groove perfetto.

Funk Invaders vi accompagnerà, con il suo sound, nella NY dei 70s e dei primi 80s quando djs come Nicky Siano o Larry Levan imperversavano in locali come il Gallery o il Paradise Garage; oppure nella Chicago di Frankie Knuckles e Ron Hardy fino al cosmic sound di Daniele Baldelli o lo stile eclettico e rivoluzionario dei Coldcut.

Per la prima di Funk Invaders a fare gli onori di casa dj pZzO (Black Friday/Ritmo Radio Show) e dj Drago (Black Friday/Sanantonio42).

Mettete scarpe comode

Shun is stuck with Ventus Lord, who has summoned a child that looks like Shun’s mom to battle.
Shun seems to be in control until the elemental lord is actually unleashed, causing Skyress to begin fainting.
This triggers Skyress’ evolution, and Zephros Storm Phoenix is born.
Will it be enough for victory? …

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Bakugan Episode 31 : A Place Far From Home Part 1

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