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I am not responsible

This is what my phone wishes you to know.

I wrote this by starting with love and kept clicking the middle option among the three word suggestions given by my phone. When the loop began, I continued by clicking always the suggestion on the right. And then the one on the left.

I didn’t google to see if there are already pages and pages of this kind of “poetry”. But for a lazy poet it’s almost ideal.

This is practically unedited, I only put it in verse format to annoy those who say they don’t like poetry. The phone chose where sentences shall end and did its own punctuation.

What I find so mind-boggling is that I don’t deal in advertising and these words are not my regular words (except about resetting the modem, yep, we’re doing that a lot). And what about being a new one?

Do yourselves a favour. Advertise in the UK. And do your own, this is nuts!

Love, by Samsung Galaxy Note Trend Plus

Love
you too.

Still,
the Google Team To
in this email address.

Please note
that the information you need
to be a good idea
to advertise the UK.

I have been feeling
a bit of a new one. Wow.

You can also be used
to be a good idea
to advertise the UK.

I have been feeling
a bit of a new one. Wow.

You can also be used
to be a good idea
to advertise the UK.

I think I am looking
to buy the ticket.

Please wait.

This email has to do with a bit.

It has an amazing day
and the Three main thing I want you.

You are not responsible.

This email has to do with a bit.

I’m sure you have any queries
you’ll find it difficult for me
to reset the modem
or a person is unauthorised
and strictly for you
to be honest.

I’m sure you have any queries,
you’ll find it difficult for me
to reset the modem
or a person is unauthorised
and strictly email us.

I am not a good day,
but the most important things.

The only thing I can get
the most important things.

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Location: Mò Mò Republic restaurant, Monteverde, Roma

Thursday Doors, April 14

Walking the dog in Roma’s Monteverde district. If it’s not the door, then it’s the dog that makes me pay attention. Sometimes it’s both.

I always pay attention if I see this sign. Not that I need a sign, usually bestia shows me with his body language that another bestia is close.

But not this time.

Photo: a © signature mmm production

For Norm Frampton’s Thursday Doors challenge.

Thursday Doors, March 17

Continuing the three-green-doors theme from last week. Italy must be sharing my favourite colour.

The first photo is terribly shot and cut, but at that time I was not taking photos of Thursday Doors yet, just of happy ones. It is a kindergarten in Porto Ercole and its happiness shines through.

The second door is green and not especially enlightening as such. Until you spot Giordano.

The third door was found in Roma’s Monteverde district too, just like Giordano’s, and was a case of “hold the dog, please, I wish to investigate that door over there”. Images here are lined up in reverse. Whereas the first image could make you believe all is well, sadly I saw the building in its entirety first.

Photo: a © signature mmm production

For Norm Frampton’s Thursday Doors challenge.

Thursday Doors, February 11

Three doors from Monteverde, the Green Hill of Roma. A bit of competition, since Ljubljana in Slovenia, my hometown, was recently named European Green Capital 2016.

I pass these often as I walk bestia, and they always draw my eyes. There is always a car in front of the first one so I can’t get a better angle. There is often this nice light on the second one. And the third one… this photo might be my favourite door photo of them all.

Photo: MM

For Norm Frampton’s Thursday Doors challenge.

amoR=Roma

This little tour of Roma starts in Monteverde, continues through Trastevere, crosses the Tevere via one bridge, goes along bird-stained Lungotevere and crosses the river again via the neighbouring bridge to return to Trastevere. Might be smoggy but views were effective as always. A lovely afternoon. And I didn’t even buy a single book in two English bookshops.

St. Peter’s

Not everything is pretty. Bird shit showers and the National Front.

Photo: MM

Thursday Doors, October 29

Three Doors Down is a band that I don’t know at all but every time I see this name somewhere I chuckle, because it sounds like somebody is counting off the original The Doors members. And now when I hear it I’ll be thinking of Thursdays too. Today I have three doors, three songs with own translation and one band down. The Party Breakers Serbian-style.

Serbians usually use Cyrillic alphabet when they write, and even when they don’t, they spell foreign names in the manner of “write as you speak” (piši kao što govoriš). Keith Richards thus becomes Kit Ričards, Washington turns into Vašington, and Kate Winslet is written down as Kejt Vinslet.

In this manner the band I wish to highlight today answers to the name of Partibrejkers (in Cyrillic that would be Партибрејкерс). They come from Belgrade, Serbia. And they have been known to rock’n’roll.

Before the first song I wish to show you a door that made me think Serbian thoughts. This shop is in Ljubljana, Slovenia, where “write as you speak” was never a thing. So I don’t know if this is an official shop or a rip-off or what. Somehow I can’t believe that Apple would make such an error of judgement. 😀 And yet, I want to know.

I want to know / Hoću da znam

Translated by Manja Maksimovič

I want to know
where this road is leading
me and my life

Whose is the beginning
whose is the end
who is the man
who knows the eternal secret

Where there is heart
there the sun shines
Where there is fear
there lives the darkness

To be same, to be special
to be free, to be your own
same, special
free, your own

Mary, mother of God
do you see
what they are doing to your children

Hoću da znam
kuda vodi ovaj put
mene, i život moj

Čiji je početak
čiji je kraj
koji to čovek
večnu tajnu zna

Tamo gde je srce
tamo sija Sunce
tamo gde je strah
tamo živi mrak

Biti isti, biti poseban
biti slobodan
biti samo svoj
isti, poseban
slobodan, biti samo svoj

Marijo, majko Božija
da li vidiš
šta rade sa tvojom decom

Speaking of which, this is the door of a spiritual centre in Rome. And a window.

Hypnotised mass / Hipnotisana gomila

Translated by Manja Maksimovič

We aren’t going anywhere
we aren’t doing anything
we are one huge
hypnotised mass

But I’ve got the key
and I know the lock
I’ll unlock it
and plant stuff in your head

I can entertain you
I can make you crazy
I can put you to sleep
I can wake you up

Do you believe me
or do you think with your own head?

Mi ne idemo nikud
i ne radimo ništa
mi smo jedna velika
hipnotisana gomila

Al’ ja znam ključ
ja poznajem tu bravu
odključaću i staviću
ti svašta u glavu

Ja mogu da te zabavim
ja mogu da te sludim
ja mogu da te uspavam
ja mogu da te budim

Da li veruješ meni
Ili misliš tvojom glavom

This is a building in Roma’s Monteverde district with three doors up. And the song below is from a concert in 1991 when Slovenia said goodbye to Serbia, then still in Yugoslavia which was starting to break at the seams, with heartbreaking results. And in eight years’ time this led to NATO bombing Belgrade, which is something that you would NEVER EVER EVER believe if somebody told you when you were 16.

It is Germans who bomb Belgrade.

What I attempt now / Ono što pokušavam sad

Translated by Manja Maksimovič

I was never young
I’ve been old since forever
I spend angry days alone
alone I’m licking my wounds

Do you want me to be alive
do you want me to be happy
give me faith
protect me from everything

What I attempt to do now
you won’t till the end of your life

Do you want me to be alive
do you want me to be happy
offer me faith
protect me from everything

Nikad nisam bio mlad
bio sam uvek star
ljute dane provodim sam
sam, ližem svoje rane

Želiš li da sam živ
želiš li da sam srećan
daj mi veru
zaštiti me od svega

Ono što pokušavam sad
ti nećes za ceo svoj život

Želiš li da sam živ
želiš li da sam srećan
pruži mi veru
zaštiti me od svega

Photo: MM

For Norm Frampton’s Thursday Doors challenge.

Sorry, Angie

I love many different candy colours of houses in Roma, especially when the setting sun brings them out. Grazie, Monteverde, for having me all this time. Going back to Cali, I mean, Capa. Arrivederci, Roma!

And sorry, Angie, I know it was hard.

Photo: MM