La rubrica di libri “A parole, in breve” (CC-BY-SA) parla di Nato: colpito e affondato di Gianni Lannes, uscito con la prefazione di Andrea Purgatori per le Edizioni La Meridiana (collana Passaggi. Clicca qui per sfogliarne un estratto). Dalla scheda di presentazione:
Il 4 Novembre del 1994 nell’Adriatico orientale cinque uomini e il loro cane pescano come sempre. Il “Francesco Padre”, la loro barca, ora è un rantolo contorto e i loro corpi giacciono in fondo al mare. La vicenda rientra tra quelle su cui vige il segreto di Stato. Quella notte, in quelle acque, era in corso l’operazione della Nato “Sharp Guard”.
Il brano che ha accompagnato questa puntata si intitola Drunk Again, è contenuto nell’album Alien-American dei Tequila Mockingbird ed è rilasciato con una licenza Creative Commons BY-NC-ND.
“Grayscale” and “In words, in short: two appointments on GNUFunk Radio
Double date on GNUFunk Radio. While the archives of the broadcasts are going to move even on Archive.org (and to see that there is, just visit this page), on Thursday evening at 20.20 except for the first episode of the book of books in words, in short. Released under CC-BY-SA and aired every week at the same time, this initial appointment consists of these elements:
The book of books “In words, in short” (CC-BY-SA) speaks ofbirth: hit and sunk by Gianni Lannes, released with a foreword by Andrea Purgatori by Edizioni La Meridiana (Steps series. Click here to browse a extract). From the presentation form:
On 4 November 1994 in the eastern five men and their dog catching as ever. The “Father Francis”, their boat, now is a rattle, and contorted their bodies lie under the sea. The story is among those on which is subject to state secrecy. That night, in those waters, was under the NATO operation “Sharp Guard”.
The song that accompanied this episode is titled Drunk Again, is contained in the album Alien-American of Tequila Mockingbird and is released under a license Creative Commons BY-NC-ND.
Time Capsules (and Other Bad Drugs)
I knew how long the ride would be
because I saw it all on the TV
The shots were weak the wine was strong
The car was slow and the ride was long
The car was slow and I didn’t know
How the weeks went by so long and ‘lo
How the time made weekdays ebb and flow
And nothing came-
And nothing go.
The days were long the wine was weak
The week was slow the days were wine
I saw it all on the TV and I knew how boring I might be
But I knew wasn’t only me
The shots, the ride, the fragility.
How long, how long the ride would be.