Viol@ is a 1998 Italian erotic drama film directed by Donatella Maiorca.
Marta, behind the nickname "Viol@", decided to experience the thrill of virtual sex. His interlocutor, a mysterious man named Mittler, seems to be able to please her to the point of being able to maneuver her in all respects in real life, away from the computer.
Marta then starts to live at the mercy of the mysterious caller losing his job and her social relations. After his dog Oliver dies as a result of her irresponsibility, the woman decides to break free from the trap and to find out who Mittler is.
The viol /ˈvaɪəl/ is any one of a family of bowed, fretted and stringed instruments that first appeared in Spain in the mid to late 15th century and was most popular in the Renaissance and Baroque periods. Early ancestors include the Arabic rebab and the medieval European Vielle, but later, more direct possible ancestors include the Venetian viole and the 15th- and 16th-century Spanish vihuela, a 6-course plucked instrument tuned like a lute (and also like a present-day viol) that looked like but was quite distinct from the (at that time) 4-course guitar (an earlier chordophone).
Although bass viols superficially resemble cellos, viols are different in numerous respects from instruments of the violin family: the viol family has flat rather than curved backs, sloped rather than rounded shoulders, c holes rather than f holes, and five to seven rather than four strings; some of the many additional differences are tuning strategy (in fourths with a third in the middle—similar to a lute—rather than in fifths), the presence of frets, and underhand ("German") rather than overhand ("French") bow grip.
Viöl is an Amt ("collective municipality") in the district of Nordfriesland, in Schleswig-Holstein, Germany. Its seat is in Viöl.
The Amt Viöl consists of the following municipalities:
Coordinates: 54°34′16″N 9°11′02″E / 54.571°N 9.184°E / 54.571; 9.184
another crystal grin
to make up for the dark skies
put on my best dress so the mess
won't touch my little insides
did you think i'd still be greener
than the weed inside your glass pipe?
greener than the vomit on your shirt
dreaming of a lady strangling a flower
a pretend park with pretend children
in your pretend sight
my love was waiting open armed and close hearted
still out there with his setting sun
-and if i could just
fall too soon
i still wouldn't get there quick enough
waiting,waiting...
there still wouldn't be no one waiting around
but i'll get myself there anyhow-
i cup the silence
so your whisper can be seen
just me and kim marie
were braiding eyes and thoughts and memories
can't put my finger on the way you taste
or what's your face
or... what was that you told me with a sigh?
-chorus-
why put that dream in your scream?
why tell me to fuck off?
put the past in the sugar bowl
make it all a little creamier...
if i could just...