My golden leaves

Meet the Media GURU!!

michelangelorossi — Sat, 28 Mar 2009 15:46:27 +0000

That’s “mett the media guru”: what people should know…

Quelqu’un m’a dit

michelangelorossi — Tue, 13 Jan 2009 20:16:36 +0000

Julie

michelangelorossi — Sun, 04 Jan 2009 08:37:57 +0000

Remember: it is what you are for me

an old remember, as a

old book that I’ve loved.

I don’t write about you

I cannot

I could only write my name:

Julie.

Sei un ricordo per me

un vecchio ricordo, come

un quaderno a cui resto affezionato.

non scrivo di te

non posso

potrei scrivere solo in mio nome:

Giulia

Good morning

michelangelorossi — Thu, 01 Jan 2009 10:37:52 +0000

Good morning people; good morning and good year. I hope you will try to make this year a good year: the best horoscope is the one we “write” everyday on our one. How you can easily see I have no words for this year.

volta la carta, viene la guerra…

michelangelorossi — Sun, 21 Dec 2008 20:48:28 +0000

Poem 2

michelangelorossi — Sun, 21 Dec 2008 14:03:14 +0000

Honestly I tried to write a poem,

but the poem didn’t want to be written.

Sorry, Merry Christmas

When the teacher is one

michelangelorossi — Thu, 23 Oct 2008 21:01:46 +0000

The rainbow after the storm

michelangelorossi — Sun, 05 Oct 2008 09:48:24 +0000

Financial crises are doing what they better know to do: they destroy the system. Obviously there are huge crises and little crises, but they have one point in common: the change. If the crisis is little and you are able to manage it, the change will be natural and you will pass it. If it is big and strong, the change will be big and strong and you can wait. Fichte said that the reality is described by a sort of dialectical structure. After the crisis and the change you can see thenew world, a rainbow after the storm. As Ron Paul said somewhen you can’t prevent the depression, the depression is an element of the market and an element of the reality.

Poem 1

michelangelorossi — Sat, 27 Sep 2008 11:49:52 +0000

The jazz darkness of the mind,

fiction of our brains, spreads to reality.

“Me” is the only word I know; Yes, the unique possibility to be.

Looking for a woman that never comes back: the tears of my face in front of a porn site.

Nothing is the only word I know; no, the unique possibility to be.

In the morning I wake up

michelangelorossi — Wed, 24 Sep 2008 07:23:09 +0000

Now is Autumn; I can see it by all the nature, and the sky, darker than the summer one. Now I can’t dry my hair in the sun and I close the windows during the night. When I wake up I feel a cold wind; the warm bed is my only protection.

Now is Autumn