Letters from the Johnny’s pub – Sgt. Pepper

The things I possess are all imaginary, but today I cannot even grasp one. It’s just like when you break the clutch of your bike and you cannot change the gears. A day of boredom, I’m sitting in front of the television and I keep changing channels. I turn off the TV and turn on…

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Letters from the Johnny’s pub – Keith Richards

I have many things, but they are imaginary, except music. Every action of my day is influenced by rock and roll, even painting the walls of a kitchen, then there is beer to soothe the low blows and raise the spirit’s volume up. It’s been a while since Johnny’s pub opened, and I did not…

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Letters from the Johnny’s pub – Sutcliffe

I cannot sleep tonight. There is a guy who lives in the apartment above the pub. He always comes back home very late, when my shop is already closed. Oh, you know the slabs that divide places: thin as sheets of paper and you could write all the impressions you feel when you don’t get…

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Letters from the Johnny’s pub – Richards, Brown, Belushi

The things I have are imaginary, but the things that fuck with me are real. The Johnny’s pub waiters, Johnny B. Strong and Johnny B. Cool, the two chefs, Johnny B. Bup and Johnny Stand By, join in free association and claim rights: paid holidays and leave, rests. From this morning a sterile argument continues…

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Letters from the Johnny’s pub – Jagger

  Bad feelings. I talked too much and when you expos, you’re vulnerable. I designed this place for not having trouble. Negative vibrations are diseases that should be nipped in the bud to avoid proliferation: some influences take possession of your mind and this paralyses your body leaving you at the mercy of a threat…

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Letters from the Johnny’s pub – Cheeta

  I have many things, but they are all imaginary. If the city is a jungle, this pub is an oasis. After all, we are all like pets. Why pets? Because we just adapted to the place in which we were, if we really lived in a jungle, we would get used to the tribal…

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Letters from the Johnny’s pub – Harry

  I have many imaginary things. In this place, I feel at home. I like to sit at the table sipping beer and looking out the window at the afflicted world. I do not have many interests besides music and I only have imaginary things, but maybe I have already said that.   – Hi…

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Letters from the Johnny’s pub – Barret

  Translated by Emilia Maiella Late at night. A man wanders out of the pub, he has a bag of laundry in his hand. He wears a t-shirt with I am Mister Roger wrote on it. He seems confused, as if he were lost. He stays still and observes the moon. How many verses have…

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Letters from the Johnny’s pub – Smith

  Translated by Emilia Maiella I have things that are imaginary and I have reached a self-awareness: I am satisfied and did not know it. Yes, it is paradoxical, but only in appearance. When ignorance falls, awareness appears in its right size. I was standing in front of a clothing store’s window looking at sweaters,…

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Letters from the Johnny’s pub – Berry

Translated by Emilia Maiella   I have many things but…   – Hey, you: I’m looking for a guy named Johnny. – Everyone here is called Johnny. – Yeah, but I’m looking for the most Johnny of all! – Hey, buddy, try to calm down. Would you mind have a beer? – Do you think…

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