Almost a blog...

My idea was to translate my personal blog http://stefstm.blog.com

But one of the greatest lessons I've ever learn about translation is "To translate is to betray."

And that's true! What I express in my native languege will lose a bit of it's meaning each time I'll translate it. Do not believe me? Try to read the "Divina Commedia" translated.

Probably I do also feel ashamed of my english when I used to be proud of it. Time wastes things.

So long this is a dead beginning.

P.S.= I also hate when the browser eats my writings.

Aloha!

Once on another blog I wrote:

Love....uh, each culture has It's own way to mean this feeling, each person has his own "instructions sheets" explaining what to do with Love if it happens. There are those who stand and hope and they wait and wait and wait... There are those who dream and forget there's a real life too so they run and run and run trying to reach some place and sometimes they even success. There's who seek in pain this feeling... between the pages of a book, behind every corner, on an empty bus. I believe love to be one of those unpredictable things, that caughts you    

It's a trap!

Probably you were aware of it, but you fell onto it anyway.

At least it works that way for me: I see them and I can't resist them! I simply can't!

Them, these dots (...) each one hides a mistery and everyone who considers himself a good reader or curious to the bones can't run away from them.

Now I might act like a total bastard and keep you under the power of a neverendig dots line but I am not a bastard... I'm just a jerk.

Well, I'm supposed to be a jerk and if you live in the West you probably know what I mean.

All Men are jerks and all Women are bitches. End. First rule of the modern-living-toghether-society.

I can figure you out thinking: "Pal, we knew that already!"

Well my friends what I was unaware of is that what is claimed to be a fair play, in the end is not so fair at all.

There are tricks and bad hits, and these tricks are used expecially during feelings related events. Fairness? Forget it.

I guess I'll be writing just about them in the next posts : feelings.

You have yours I have mine whose are all mixed like the clouds over these mountains.

If you feel uncomfortable with what I've written:

I understand. I'll look forward for that.

Let this blog begin.

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I am a male and I like it. 

I don't have to suffer the pain of hell every three weeks and I like it.

I don't have to worry if someoneelse is dressed like me and I like it.

I can be proud of some parts of my body with persons like me and I like it.

Where I spend few hours every day it's like Godzilla's playground and I like it.

I am a Sapiens Sapiens, not very Erectus because I spend lot of my time on a chair.

And I cry.

I like to cry for emotion, for pain (This I like less) for sadness.

Every animal cries, maybe goldfishes in their bowls too.

And I cried rivers of tears up to day and I think I'll cry again in the future.

This makes me less a male? No. I can't squeeze a can into an aluminium made pudding with my bare hand.

If I have to squeeze or crash something I use more than 2000 years of evolution.

If I have to annoy somebody I use more than 23 years of experience.

If I have to cry I just do that. And I did it, in Salzburg.