Thursday 29 September 2011

out of the night

Out of the night
that covers me
I'm Unafraid
I Believe
Beyond this place
of Wrath and Tears
Beyond Hours
that turn to years

I thank whatever
Whatever Gods may be
9000 days were set aside
9000 days of destiny
9000 days to thank Gods where ever they may be
It matters not the circumstance
to rise above
I took a chance

I thank whatever
Whatever Gods may be
9000 days were set aside
9000 days of destiny
9000 days to thank Gods where ever they may be

Oh~ Broken heart that turn to stone
Can break the land but mine is sore

9000 days were set aside
9000 days of destiny
9000 days to thank Gods where ever they may be

I thank whatever
Whatever Gods may be

Tuesday 27 September 2011

Horizont

Nur wer den Standpunkt wechselt, kann den Horizont erweitern.

Sunday 25 September 2011

mi sono girata un attimo

ed è già autunno.

Friday 23 September 2011

i've reached the shore

stasera il distacco si fa sentire. e quindi a te, cara shamrock, dedico questi versi

Un punto sei che non ruota mai intorno a me
Un sole che splende per me soltanto
Come un diamante in mezzo al cuore

e poi qualche riga per me

I’ll get away, get in the car
I’ll reach the shore before sunrise
And I’ll watch the moon and stars
I’ll tell them everything about us

I left last night
I reached the shore
Trying to find everything I lost
In a thousand waves
A million waves
Still, somewhere I am sure

That I will see your face
I will see you there

Morning sun
Before you will rise
Before you’ll come and shine again on us
Let me find, let me find, let me find

Some comfort in the night
Cause I didn’t find what I’ve lost
I’ve reached the shore
And nothing ever changed
In a thousand waves
A million waves
Oh still I look for love

And all I see is your face
So I come back home to you

Wednesday 21 September 2011

colletta

si accettano donazioni di buonumore e tranquillità

Tuesday 20 September 2011

getting ready

tokyo slo-mode and an article about post-earthquake tokyo

spazzacamino

Oggi è venuto lo Schornsteinfeger. Lo spazzacamino. Che poi non spazza niente, ma misura i gas di scarico della caldaia.

E quindi oggi per la prima volta ho fatto Mary Poppins e ho flirtato con uno spazzacamino. Non abbiamo danzato ne preso pillole, ma scherzato.

Evviva le categorie in via di estinzione!

(tra l'altro buono sapersi che con la mia caldaia sono a rischio di vita...)

Monday 19 September 2011

partire e' un po' morire

banale, forse. ma niente torna com'era. e in fono e' questa una delle stesse ragioni per cui vuoi partire.

la stagione delle mele non torna piu'. non cosi'. e se torna, non sai quando. e quindi tanto vale, mentre aspetto. cambiare aria. almeno in questo modo sono io che mi costringo a trovarmi nel cambiamento. e questo mi stimola a cambiare ancora una volta.

a parlare con un nuovo accento. a mangiare in un'altra maniera. a fare la spesa in un'altra maniera. ad arrivare in ritardo per non essere maleducati.

e come sempre il cambiamento fa paura.


Good times for a change
...

Haven't had a dream in a long time

Thursday 15 September 2011

goodnight

Say goodnight, not goodbye
You will never leave my heart behind
Like the path of a star
I'll be anywhere you are
In the spark that lies beneath the coals
In the secret place inside your soul

Keep my light in your eyes
Say goodnight, not goodbye

Don't you fear, when you dream
Waking up is never what it seems
Like a jewel, buried deep
Like a promise meant to keep
You are everything you want to be
So just let your heart reach out to me

Keep my light, in your eyes
Say goodnight, not goodbye

Say goodnight, not goodbye

water


Ondines (Latin: Onda — a wave) are elementals, enumerated as the water elementals in works of alchemy by Paracelsus. They also appear in European folklore as fairy-like creatures; the name may be used interchangeably with those of other water spirits.
According to a theory advanced by Paracelsus, an Ondine is a water nymph or water spirit, the elemental of water. They are usually found in forest pools and waterfalls. They have beautiful voices, which are sometimes heard over the sound of water.

A wavelet is a wave-like oscillation with an amplitude that starts out at zero, increases, and then decreases back to zero. As a mathematical tool, wavelets can be used to extract information from many different kinds of data, including audio signals and images.

Wednesday 14 September 2011

incredibile

non solo per la prima volta un'orchidea sotto le mie cur è fiorita e per la seconda volta, ma addirittura profuma! (le orchidee non sono tipicamente note per il loro forte profumo...)

Tuesday 13 September 2011

im-press

I'm loaded, in a positive way. a little bit of the feeling "I can do everything on this planet" (don't worry, just a little bit)

The sentence "born to impress" turns around my mind.

I am going to impress. I feel intelligent, witty, charming (new hair, first cute items of business wardrobe), courageous, smiley. I just do not feel very fit these days, but this is a long-term proposition that I have to take.

I love my family, my niece especially. I was home these days, and she is so affectionate. Sometimes she looks into my eyes and I feel like she is telling me "Auntie, why do you live so far away? I would love having you here...". mmm...

Anyway. I have to study :(

Thursday 8 September 2011

i just wanna feel

every now and then it hits me.

this feeling that I have suspended my life, real life, the things that count.

I mean, it is not like I was doing nothing, I was actually doing a lot to achieve one target. but then sometimes that target looks so unimportant in comparison to feelings, people around me, love, emotions.

it is a long time I have not felt alive. that way that happens sometimes. during one night, precious moments.

come back to me, life, hit me.

Wednesday 7 September 2011

qui la notte è buia

quello che si prova
non si puo' spiegare qui
hai una sorpresa
che neanche
te lo immagini
dietro non si torna
non si puo' tornare giu'
quando ormai si vola
non si puo' cadere piu'
vedi tetti e case
e grandi
le periferie
e vedi quante cose
sono solo fesserie
e da qui
e da qui
qui non arrivano gli angeli
con le lucciole e
le cicale e da qui
e da qui
non le vedi piu'
quelle estati li'
quelle estati li' qui e' logico
cambiare
mille volte idea
ed e' facile
sentirsi da buttare via qui non hai la scusa
che ti puo' tenere su'

qui la notte e' buia e ci sei soltanto tu
vivi in bilico
e fumi le tue
lucky strike
e ti rendi conto
di quanto le
maledirai
e da qui
e da qui
qui non arrivano
gli ordini
a insegnarti la strada
buona
e da qui
e da qui
qui non arrivano
gli angeli

Tuesday 6 September 2011

com-promise

I do not know. some confused thoughts.

talking to friends, it was said that if you never settle somewhere it is hard to find someone. i look at people around me. most of them are in a couple. but I also think that a good percentage are just in a relationship for the sake of being in a relationship. and this is something I do not understand (most of the times at least). Yes, I travel alone. I take planes, trains, taxis. Yes, sometimes I have to go to the cinema on my own if I really wanna watch a movie. Yes, I have most of my meals alone. Yes, on Saturday mornings I am one of the few singles around for the shopping days (most singles are not early-wakers).

And it is not like I always love this. But it is just the way it is. And in turn I have many other things. I am leaving 3 weeks for Japan and I do not have to discuss this with anyone.

And to celebrate one of the biggest day of my life I have my family and hopefully a bunch of very good friends. And it sounds good.

It is a period of changes, so I decided to add one more. this kind of change. shorter hair. after kind of 5 years with the same cut it was time. still have to get used to it, but it feels freshly new. and thsi is good.

Carrie: The longer I sat at that table, the more alone I felt. And it really hit me: I am 35 and alone!
Miranda: You are not alone.
Carrie: No, I know I have you guys, but... and really, I hate myself a little for saying this, but... it felt really sad not to have a man in my life who cares about me. No special guy to wish me happy birthday. No goddamn soulmate. And I don't even know if I believe in soulmates.
Charlotte: Don't laugh at me, but maybe we could be each others soulmates? And then we could let men be just these great nice guys to have fun with?
Samantha: Well, that sounds like a plan.
Carrie: I'm 35. 35 is not 25.
Miranda: Thank God!
Carrie: I'm 35!
Samantha: Oh, shut the f*** up. I'm 140!