It seems such a long time ago, when you used to sit there, answering questions from people like Quite Blind, Little Flower or Soup Bowl (is it a Sioux tribe?), working on your pc, using a very strange and slow software.But it’s only one week you’ve gone to a better place (hey, dear reader, nobody’s dead, I mean he went to another city). Apparently, things are the same, but we know that under the surface everything’s changed. People who don’t know how to work without your help go around in a remake of Romero’s Night of the Living Dead. It’s something like a first sign of 2012 End of the World Mayan Prophecy. At the bottom of the pay sheet we wrote in very little fonts: “save your money, you don’t know what could happen next month!” Now that chair is empty, Del Piero stands melancholy alone in his old poster on the wall, every day is a rainy day, “Planet Earth is blue and there’s nothing we can do.”
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After the gloomy eye story, I want to talk about another civil servant I know, but not about his work, ‘cause there is not much to say. Adriano is a good friend, a caring dad and, above all, a failed singer. He sings off-key and hits a wrong note, with the same devilish intensity as Barry Bonds when he hit a home run. But when Adriano loves a song, he doesn’t give a damn, he has to sing it. Unfortunately the songs he loves are often a deep melancholy concentrated juice. He’s a faithful Ivano Fossati’s fan, now you know what I meant when I said “melancholy”. Fossati is a sad Italian singer and Adriano calls him “the Maestro”, but love is blind, we have to understand him. If the glass breaks all of a sudden and you lean out of your broken window, maybe you can listen to a distant squeaky voice which sings something like “The heart blows up, light years away outside of me.” You don’t need to ask who is it. You knows what happened, Adriano’s singing again.
Some days ago, when I left my office to go home, I took the lift with a colleague of mine. All of a sudden he said: “another day is gone, a day that will never come back!” I don’t know why, maybe he wanted only to act gloomy, but his voice sounded scary. I have to describe him. This strange fifty-something guy looks like Vincent Price in a ‘50s horror movie, but he’s single eyed too. Well, Vincent Price is not the scariest character you can see today, so you have to add more details to make a shape of evil! I said “but tomorrow we can have another day of funny work!” and he replied, dropping his single eye gaze, “day after day, night after night, and then? What will we have? Only the empty, the Big Damn Empty. Nothing!” “Ehm… the ground floor. Have a nice night and… think positive!” That was my answer, but my thoughts were: “What the fucking nothing? Maybe the Big Damn Empty is in your brain! If I want to know something about the meaning of life I prefer to watch a Monty Python’s movie. Surely I don’t need your wisdom, man!” Only my thoughts, ‘cause I’m too well-mannered to tell an older guy these sort of things.
Oh… my first post. Granma always told me “Honey, you can never forget the first post in the blog!” That’s why I feel so excited.
What could I say? Ehm, welcome to My Wide Web. Do you like the blog name? Is it cool? Is it a nonsense? Any coherent meaning? Don’t be too hard, please. I hope this blog will be useful for many people and, in any case, something nice to read.
Now I’m configuring widgets and menus… trying to do a good job,
so, goodbye for now