O profughi d’Italia, a la ventura
si va senza rimpianti nè paura.

Nostra patria è il mondo intero,
nostra legge è la libertà
ed un pensiero
ed un pensiero
Nostra patria è il mondo intero,
nostra legge è la libertà
ed un pensiero
ribelle in cor ci sta.

Dei miseri le turbe sollevando,
fummo d´ogni nazione messi ai bando,

Nostra patria è il mondo intero…

Dovunque uno sfruttato si ribelli,
noi troveremo schiere di fratelli.

Nostra patria è il mondo intero…

Raminghi per le terre e per i mari,
per un´idea lasciammo i nostri cari.

Nostra patria è il mondo intero…

Passìam di plebi varie fra i dolori,
de la nazione umana precursori.

Nostra patria è il mondo intero…

Ma torneranno, o Italia, i tuoi proscritti,
ad agitar la face dei diritti,

Nostra patria è il mondo intero …

Te digo adiós y acaso, te quiero todavía.
Quizá no he de olvidarte, pero te digo adiós.
No se si me quisiste…No se si te quería…
O tal vez nos quisimos demasiado los dos.

Este cariño triste y apasionado y loco,
me lo sembré en el alma para quererte a ti.
No se si te amé mucho…No se si te amé poco.
Pero si se que nunca volveré a amar así.

Me queda tu sonrisa dormida en mi recuerdo,
y el corazón me dice que no te olvidaré;
pero al quedarme solo; sabiendo que te pierdo,
tal vez empiezo a amarte como jamás te amé.

Te digo adiós y acaso en esta despedida
mi más hermoso sueño muere dentro de mí…
Pero te digo adiós para toda la vida,
aunque toda la vida siga pensando en ti.

E’ curioso tornare da soli nei posti che si sono amati insieme.
Sembra che manchi sempre qualcosa, che i colori stessi siano troppo tenui.

As I logged in on a Monday night, as drunk as drunk can be,
I saw a file in /etc, where my old files should be
So I walled my users and asked of them, will you kindly tell to me
What’s this strange file in /etc, where my old files should be?
“Ah, you’re drunk, you’re drunk, you silly old fool, still you cannot see
That’s the latest BIND config that Vixie sent to thee.”
Well, there’s many a night that I’ve hacked a thousand lines or more,
But a BIND config called “eggdrop”, that I’ve never seen before.

Then as I logged in on a Tuesday night, as drunk as drunk can be,
I saw some weird binary where my old shell should be,
So I walled my users and asked of them, will you kindly tell to me
What’s this weird binary, where my old shell should be?
“Ah, you’re drunk, you’re drunk, you silly old fool, still you cannot see
That’s the latest release of bash that Ramey sent to thee.”
Well, there’s many a night that I’ve hacked a thousand lines or more,
But shell builtins called “r00tme”, that I’ve never seen before.

Then as I logged in on a Wednesday night, as drunk as drunk can be,
I saw some obfuscated source where my old source should be,
So I walled my users and asked of them, will you kindly tell to me
What’s this obfuscated source, where my old source should be?
“Ah, you’re drunk, you’re drunk, you silly old fool, still you cannot see
That’s the new EMACS release that Stallman sent to thee.”
Well, there’s many a night that I’ve hacked a thousand lines or more,
But EMACS source in 20k, that I’ve never seen before.

Then as I logged in on a Thursday night, as drunk as drunk can be,
I saw some empty logfiles, where my old logs should be
So I walled my users and asked of them, will you kindly tell to me
What are these empty logfiles, where my old logs should be?
“Ah, you’re drunk, you’re drunk, you silly old fool, still you cannot see
You blew those away this morning ‘cuz there wasn’t much space free.”
Well, there’s many a night that I’ve hacked a thousand lines or more,
But totally empty logfiles, that I’ve never seen before.

Then as I logged in on a Friday night, as drunk as drunk can be,
I saw a System V ps(1), where my ps should be
So I walled my users and asked of them, will you kindly tell to me
What’s this System V ps(1), where my ps should be?
“Ah, you’re drunk, you’re drunk, you silly old fool, still you cannot see
a-u-x is obsolete, we now use f and e”
Well, there’s many a night that I’ve hacked a thousand lines or more,
But System V flags on Berkeley, that I’ve never seen before.

Then as I logged in on a Saturday night, as drunk as drunk can be,
I saw a daemon running where my old daemons should be
So I walled my users and asked of them, will you kindly tell to me
What’s this strange daemon right where my daemons ought to be?
“Ah, you’re drunk, you’re drunk, you silly old fool, still you cannot see
That’s the new web server code that you installed for me.”
Well, there’s many a night that I’ve hacked a thousand lines or more,
But a web server called “crackit”, that I’ve never seen before.

Then as I logged in on a Sunday night, as drunk as drunk can be,
I saw a superuser shell, on ttyp3
So I walled my users and asked of them, will you kindly tell to me
Who is this superuser shell that clearly isn’t me?
“Ah, you’re drunk, you’re drunk, you silly old fool, still you cannot see
That’s just the contract admin that the agency sent to thee.”
Well, there’s many a night that I’ve hacked a thousand lines or more,
But a contractor trusted with root - that I’ve never seen before.

Ciao Carotina, ti voglio un mare di bene :*

Oibò!

Ho visto un tecnico informatico in camice bianco !
Credevo si fossero estinti da lustri…

Ogni cosa che faccio vorrei che fosse l’ultima
Ogni eccesso vorrei che fosse quello che mi fa finalmente morire
Non cerco più nulla se non questo forse e non sono abbastanza
coraggioso per farla finita da solo
Vivo in attesa di una morte che mi liberi da tutto questo dolore
Vorrei parlare con qualcuno di questo mio essere e sentirmi sbagliato, del
dare tutto e non ottenere nulla
E’ poco il mio tutto? E’ inutile il mio tutto?
I fatti hanno dimostrato di si, e mi trovo solo a piangere i miei dolori
da solo.
Sogno solo una fine tranquilla, un tunnel da cui non uscire
Non aver sempre nei pensieri i ricordi che generano dolori grevi come
strappi nel cuore
Voglio solo morire o forse voglio solo essere ucciso
Non so bene da chi