ENTER NOW INTO THE HOT SICILIAN SUMMER 2009 GRAND GODFATHER WALTZ OF MURDER AND VENDETTA WITHIN SACRED ETERNAL MOMENTS HELD FOREVER IN TIME & SPACE

Me Matri, sula asssittata supra
li scaluna di lu tempo
Ora talia puru li stiddi e chianci...
nte carni da Sicilia e non dicemu ahi! ahi!
A stu celu vacanti e sdisulatu
ca 'nchiummamu lu cori
ne cchiu cumeta, ne ancili di gloria

Dedicated to my Mother
Sitting alone upon the steps of time
now searches the stars and cries
In the flesh of Sicily, let us not mourn in vain
at a desolate and empty sky that weighs upon the heart
with no more comets nor angels of gloryE Tu, comu putisti, Diu d'amuri?
Diu, tuttu chistu, a Tia, Tu, lu pirduni?
How could you, You The God Of Love
Can You, God, forgive yourself, for all of this?

E Tu, comu putisti, Diu d'amuri?
E cci assignasti st'antu di galassia
e cci' nsignasti a pasciri acqua e suli
e cci pittasti tornu tornu vita
ali a filu di ventu, arbuli ciuri.

Comu, doppu di tantu, avisti cori
a nunmustririci linchia di pena
(ne signu, ne cunortu, ne parola)Me Matri, na vita dedicata a la pittura
Again to my Mother and a divine life
dedicated to painting, family, living & loving.

DEDICATED FOR MOTHER'S DAY 2009...& THE PASSIONATE DIVINE TIME HONORED RETURN TO SANCTUARY IN TIMELESS LOVE & BOUNDLESS RESPECT TO MY MOM & HER ARENA FAMILY

Dedicated In Memoriam & In Sacred Honor
To My Divine, Kind, Loving, Strong & Wise
Nonna Carmela Della Tindara Renda Salina ArenaThe universe is but one great city, full of beloved ones,
divine and human by nature, endeared to each other.
Epictetus (c. 50 - 120)

ONCE MORE DEDICATED TO ALL
THE WOMEN OF OUR ARENA FAMILY
WHO TAUGHT ME THE WAY TO
LIFE LOVE & LIBERTY

Enter Now Within...
The Sacred Eternal Arena of Blood & HonorFor...
Love is patient, love is kind.
It does not envy, it does not boast,
it is not proud.
It is not rude, it is not self-seeking.
It is not easily angered,
it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil,
but rejoices with the truth.
It always protects, always trusts,
always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails.
~I Corinthians 13:4-8~

My Mother also ask me to dedicate this also to...
~ her favorite Calabrese in government ~
CIA director Leon Panetta~ Thus it certainly looks like a very long hot summer
worldwide with much work to be done ehi Signore Panetta ~

And that... sacred centric paradigm shift directrix
toward 12-21-12...
Also dedicated in honor to my mothers people and their
magnificent beautiful area of Sicilia and Isole Eolie

MY NAME IS...
~ KING NOTHING ~ GLADIATOR ZERO ~ & SUGNU SICILIANO"In Sicily, it doesn't matter about doing things well or badly; the sin which we Sicilians never forgive is simply that of 'doing' at all. This violence of landscape, this cruelty of climate, this continual tension in everything ... all these things have formed our character, which is thus conditioned by events outside our control as well as by a terrifying insularity of mind."

Signed Gladly, Sadly & Tragically
At The Silent PassionSword Blades Edge
We Bitter Over Bitter Sweet Gladiators
Of The Society Of The Sacred PassionsWord

@The Centrist Arena of Gladiators 1979-2009, are a # of
The Society Of The Sacred Sword, a wholly-owned subsidiary
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AND THUS THE SCARS WILL NEVER
FADE FROM THE MOURNER'S SOULS
AND OUT FROM THEIR GRAVES WILL
RAISE A CALL EACH & EVERY NIGHT

SUGNU CANTA SVINTURI D'UN PUZZU DI DULURI!

FOR SADLY TOO MANY FANNUCCI'S
ARE STILL RUNNING THE SHOW
AND NOT ENOUGH GOOD GOD-FATHERS
LEFT IN THE KNOW WITHOUT FOE
TO FINALLY GET ALL THE NASTY
MONEY GRUBBING EVIL FENNUCCI'S TO GO
CAUSE MONEY ISN'T EVERYTHING IF
YA ALL REALLY WANT TO KNOW...
FOR IN THE END ALL SHALL BUT REAP
THAT WHICH THEY DO DOTH SOW
But high above the deserts and the spaces, to which creation was burnt, the stars of heaven danced the solemn mighty dance.

Then, from the grey, scattered ashes, on trembling wings unspeakably beautiful and solitary, rose a bird with jewelled feathers. It uttered a mournful cry. No bird which ever lived could have mourned so agonisingly.

It hovered above the ashes of the completely ruined earth. It hovered hither and thither, not knowing where to settle. It hovered above the grave of the sea and above the corpse of the earth. SO PERHAPS ITS TIME ONCE AGAIN TO MAKE
ALL THE GREEDY EVIL DESPICABLE FENNUCCI'S
SEE GREEN MICE... "VIDIRI SURICI VIRDI"
& THEN GET "QUATTRU PUNTI NTO CULU"

ZOCCU VOLI PI DIFENNIRI LI SO DIRITTA
COMU SI TRADUCI N'AMERICANU:

LASSAMI STARE, E DAMMI LU PIZZUDDU DI PANI
CA IU M'ACCATTAI CU LU SANGU E LI SUDURA
DI NU TRAVAGGHIU UNESTU?

CHIU AUSA LA VUCI CHIU TI RIDUNU NFAZZZI
E TI PIGGHIANU PI BABBU E PUDDICINEDDA!






AS YOU ALL NOW ONCE AGAIN JUST LIKE BEFORE LONG AGO
FADE SLOWLY & SORROWFULLY TO TIMELESS SICILIAN BLACK

WHILE STILL TRYING TO NEVER FORGET A BASIC PRINCIPAL
THAT MY DIVINE SICILIAN MOTHER ALWAYS TAUGHT ME...
THAT EVEN THROUGH ALL THE BLACK SICILIAN CENTURIES IN
A STORYBOOK TALE OF TALES RETURN BACK OUT FROM THE GRAVE
THAT ITS IMPORTANT THAT YOU ALWAYS REMEMBER...ONCE MORE DEDICATED IN SACRED HONOR & DEEPEST RESPECT TO
MY WISE, KIND, LOVING & BEAUTIFUL MOTHER & HER ARENA FAMILY