Nepouzdana mašina? / Unreliable Machine? / Una macchina inaffidabile?

! This post was written long ago. What you're reading is not necessarily how I feel about things in 2016. This blog was started by an 18-year-old in 2001. Please, keep that in mind before you freak out.

The idea? Nothing much. Looked up a famous date from general history in a microhistory I'm trying to make sense of...found it four times, three of which were occasions to forget...two of those three were literally a shame. The less covered-up of the two had a plot similar to the date in general history.

There's something funny in the English version...it dates from the time closer to the historical date than the time closed to the spoof date...but I only noticed it when I was done.

This was a strange experience...the original version did not rhyme in some places and then the English version did, solely to have the Italian not rhyme anywhere at all.

To tell you the truth, there's that number again, too. Even when it comes to paragraphs preceeding the actual p..m. To keep the spirit alive, this last one is unfortunately, useless.

Nepouzdana mašina?

Voliš stare mašine?
Voliš da ih kvariš na određene datume?
Bežiš u mišiju rupu pošto se to desi?
Moj si tip, moj si tip,
ali nisi moj tip uma.
Imamo li još nešto zajedničko?
Jok, ne mislim da sam slepa.
Nisam slepa.

Znaš li šta si ti?
Nepozdana mašina,
napunjena masovnom destrukcijom.

Napuni, potroši, napuni ponovo.
Šta biva kad ne možeš da napuniš?

Voliš stare mašine?
Nema vilin konjica i svitaca u blizini?
Kad imaš jednu, niko ne sme da ti se približi, čoveče!
Ti si moje sve, ti si moje sve,
no ne umeš da probijaš zidove.
Čini mi se da hoćeš da puzim,
ali ne želim da ti vratim loptu.
Neću ti vratiti loptu.

Znaš li šta si ti?
Najveći, ikad,
napunjen laganom i bolnom smrću.

Briši, piši, briši ponovo.
Šta biva kad penkalo ispustiš?

_____________________________

Unreliable Machine?

Like old machines?
Screwing them up on specific dates?
Sticking yourself into a mousehole after that happens?
You're my kind, you're my kind,
But you're totally not my kind of a mind.
Anything else in common I could find?
No, I don't think I'm blind.
I'm not blind.

Know what you are?
An unreliable machine.
Mass destruction within.

Fill up, use up, fill up again.
What happens when you cannot refill?

Like old machines?
No dragononflies or fireflies nearby?
When you have one, no one can come near you, oh my!
You're my all, you're my all,
But you don't know how to break a wall.
I have a feeling that you want me to crawl.
But I don't want to throw back the ball.
I won't throw the ball.

Know what you are?
The best that's ever been.
Slow painful death within.

Erase, draw, erase again.
What happens when you drop the pen?

_____________________________

Una macchina inaffidabile?

Ti piacciono le macchine vecchie?
Ti piace di romperle su data speciali?
Sei mio tipo, sei mio tipo,
ma non sei mio tipo di mente.
Abbiamo qualcos' altro in comune?
Non, non penso che sono cieca.
Non sono cieca.

Sai che cosa sei?
Una macchina inaffidabile!
Piena di distruzione di massa.

Riempirlo, spenderlo, riempirlo di nuovo,
Che succede quando non puoi riempirlo?

Ti piacciono le macchine vecchie?
Non ci sono libellule e lucciole vicino?
Quando ne hai una, nessuno ti può avvicinare, ahimè!
Tu sei mio tutto, tu sei mio tutto,
ma non sai come si rompe il muro.
Mi pare che mi vuoi strisciare,
ma io non voglio ritornarti la palla.
Non ti tornerò la palla!

Sai che cosa sei?
Il più grande talora,
pieno di morte lente e dolorosa.

Cancella, scrivi, cancella di nuovo.
Che succede quando ti cade la penna?

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