Tuesday, 10 August 2010
Monday, 9 August 2010
corto
Non sono nessuno per giudicare, so soltanto che ho un'antipatia innata verso i censori, i probiviri... ma soprattutto sono i redentori coloro che mi disturbano di più. (Corto Maltese)
I am nobody to judge, I only know that I feel innate antipathy for the censors, the Arbitrators ... but above all are the saviors who bother me the most. (Corto Maltese)
I am nobody to judge, I only know that I feel innate antipathy for the censors, the Arbitrators ... but above all are the saviors who bother me the most. (Corto Maltese)
Sunday, 8 August 2010
pomme d'amour
A week later than her Bday magnolia got a box of pomme d'amour. directly from Paris.
and ironically enough she got it from a dear dear friend and his lovely half.
maybe if i put the teabags in a vase and i water them with love every day I will get a tree of love apples. but that would be not fun at all!!!
and ironically enough she got it from a dear dear friend and his lovely half.
maybe if i put the teabags in a vase and i water them with love every day I will get a tree of love apples. but that would be not fun at all!!!
where does the love go?
I've been on both sides.
You wake up one day and you realize that you do not feel it anymore. And it hurts, knowing that you have to push away and hurt the most precious person.
Or you wake up one day and you are told such a thing. Sure, you could have imagined that, but you did not. And suddenly you feel like you are no worth much and you just hurt.
The question is in both cases the same "Where did the love go?" "Where is the love?"
And who can say if your love grows,
As your hearth chose, only time?
But we keep hoping, as Ted (at minute 05:15)
"How do you know?"
"I don't know, but I believe"
magnolia, bright and lovely as she is and loving "lange Spaziergaenge" as she does
You wake up one day and you realize that you do not feel it anymore. And it hurts, knowing that you have to push away and hurt the most precious person.
Or you wake up one day and you are told such a thing. Sure, you could have imagined that, but you did not. And suddenly you feel like you are no worth much and you just hurt.
The question is in both cases the same "Where did the love go?" "Where is the love?"
And who can say if your love grows,
As your hearth chose, only time?
But we keep hoping, as Ted (at minute 05:15)
"How do you know?"
"I don't know, but I believe"
magnolia, bright and lovely as she is and loving "lange Spaziergaenge" as she does
Saturday, 7 August 2010
sunning
half an hour asleep in the sun. some new faces walking around my mind. some old ones.
Like that time when yo uwere looking at videogames. And I approached you "Are you sure you wanna play all alone tonight?"
And now on my way to an Architec(t)our :)
looking back on when we first met
I can not escape and I can not forget
Damn, I forgot those words pronounced that night. Not that they would be meaningful now, but still.. it's kind of sad.. or maybe just kind of right
Like that time when yo uwere looking at videogames. And I approached you "Are you sure you wanna play all alone tonight?"
And now on my way to an Architec(t)our :)
looking back on when we first met
I can not escape and I can not forget
Damn, I forgot those words pronounced that night. Not that they would be meaningful now, but still.. it's kind of sad.. or maybe just kind of right
Thursday, 5 August 2010
Wednesday, 4 August 2010
sere
memory of that cassette you recorded for me, of everlasting afternoons in your bedroom, of 'il paese dei balocchi'. don't let me down.
I've said goodnight
Try to sleep tight
Ah just dream of me
Go close your eyes
Cause I've closed mine
The sun will shine from time to time
Oh, when you dream of me, yeh
Try to sleep tight
Ah just dream of me
Go close your eyes
Cause I've closed mine
The sun will shine from time to time
Oh, when you dream of me, yeh
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