stay quietly content

"Here we have an appreciation of transcendental aloofness in the midst of multiplicities - which in known as wabi in the dictionary of Japanese cultural terms. Wabi really means 'poverty', or, negatively, 'not to be in the fashionable society of the time.' To be poor, that is, not to be dependent on things wordly - wealth, power, and reputation - and yet to feel inwardly the presence of something of the highest value, above time and social position: this is what essentially constitutes wabi.
Stated in terms of practical everyday life, wabi is to be satisfied with a little hut, a room of two or three tatami (mats) [...] and with a dish of vegetables picked in the neighboring fields, and perhaps to be listening to the pattering of a gentle spring rainfall. [...] the cult of wabi has entered deeply into the cultural life of the Japanese people. [...] Despite the modern Western luxuries and comforts of life which have invaded us, there is still an ineradicable longing in us for the cult of wabi.
Even in the intellectual life, not richness of ideas, not brilliancy or solemnity in marshaling thoughts and building up a philosophical system, is sought; but just to stay quietly content with the mystical contemplation of Nature and to feel at home with the world is more inspiring to us, at least to some of us.

However 'civilized', however much brought up in an artificially contrived environment, we all seem to have an innate longing for primitive simplicity, close to the natural state of living. Hence the city's people pleasure in summer camping in the woods or traveling in the desert or opening up an unbeaten track. We wish to go back once in a while to the bosom of Nature and feel her pulsation directly.
Zen's habit of mind, to break through all forms of human artificiality and take firm hold of what lies behind them, has helped the Japanese not to forget the soil but to be always friendly with Nature and appreciate her unaffected simplicity. Zen has no taste for complexities that lie on the surface of life. Life itself is simple enough, but when it is surveyed by the analyzing intellect it presents unparalleled intricacies.
With all the apparatus of science we have not yet fathomed the mysteries of life. But, once in its current, we seem to be able to understand it, with its apparently endless pluralities and entanglements. Very likely, the most interesting thing in the temperament of the Eastern people is the ability to grasp from within and not from without. And Zen has just struck it."

(Zen and Japanese culture, Daisetz T. Suzuki)

un grande giorno

stay hungry, stay foolish

oggi magnolia e' esausta. stanca del mondo. stanca di quei suoi piccoli problemi che la preoccupano e accompagnano da un po'.

stanca di dover lottare con la frustrazione al lavoro da 6 mesi. stanca di non risultare vagamente interessante per un ragazzo da lungo tempo. stanca di doversi sempre dire che 'non e' colpa tua, ognuno e' fatto a modo suo'.

bhe', questo modo a volte non mi va giu'. e certi giorni non ho nessuna voglia di essere ragionevole.

parafrasando

today is one of those days. great things are happening. lots of stuff with which I should keep myself busy. and no one special to share this with.

should I listen to business magnolia or new age magnolia...

"No, it's not so bad. I'm lucky, I know. I just. . .I feel like I'm never gonna have it. . .the whole package, you know? That person, that couple life, and I swear, I hate admitting it because I fancy myself Wonder Woman, but. . .I really want it – the whole package," Lorelai said, looking into her coffee cup

doris teaches

When I was just a little girl
I asked my mother, what will I be
Will I be pretty, will I be rich
Here's what she said to me.

Que Sera, Sera,
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours, to see
Que Sera, Sera
What will be, will be.

When I was young, I fell in love
I asked my sweetheart what lies ahead
Will we have rainbows, day after day
Here's what my sweetheart said.

Now I have children of my own
They ask their mother, what will I be
Will I be handsome, will I be rich
I tell them tenderly.

screaming

As you can see I'm here:
jump on, they won't have us
until this heart won't stop
because of rust, fights or age.
There's a warm night
and an old blues
to do together,
I will stop somewhere along the street
and that will be our home, but
I think that you deserve better
and in the meantime I am here
and I invite you to dance and forget:
it is a song at least a hundred years old.

Shouting at the sky.

We are maybe no stars
but here we are, with these days
made of hours gone
for a weekend and a future that does not exist.
You can not always lose
so let's play us.
Some lights, you can not turn them off.
If it is a purgatory , at least it is ours.
Shouting at the sky.

Ghosts on the Highway 14.
Through the car windows come the smell of the sea, of diesel,
of shit, of life and death.
The pact is to get closer together
before losing ourselves.
Maybe they hear us up there.
It 's a bit like spitting away the poison.
Shouting at the sky.

I wanted less of it

A man, Mikolai, tired of living, engages another man, a friend, Karol, to kill him.

Mikolai: Go on.

Karol: Are you sure?  

Karol shoots him, but with a blank. After a few seconds Mikolai realizes that he is not dead.                     

K: That was a blank. The next one is real. Are you sure? Are you sure?

M: Not any more.

K: Now tell me why. Mikolaj, we all know pain. 

M: Yes, but... I wanted less of it.  

K: How about a drink?

for the scene: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tkFIq0vKufI (minute 2:24)

from this movie: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0111507/