Indigo

e non buttarti giù
che in fin dei conti c'è
un azzurro che fa piangere
oltre le nubi

e non soffrire più
che in fondo forse c'è
al di là di Gibilterra
un indaco mare
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and do not be sad
in the end there is
a blue that makes you cry
beyond the clouds

and do not suffer anymore
in the end perhaps there is
beyond Gibraltar
an indigo sea

me too

Wer will schon normal sein?

und wilkommen Herbst, glad to see you again.

me and the City

Yesterday I traveled through it, I could just see the parking building, the Turkish fruit shop in front of the station, the profile of the pyramide, some water of the Danube and it. The Muenster.
Incredible what I lived starting from 2007. The Muesnter. The great ice-creams I had at its feet. The market on Saturday. All the freinds which walked next to me near to it. The Xmas market. the banks. The spatz. the meeting point.
nice being there for 5 minutes

Vor dem Brechen

we went hiking and it was still raining. in this nowhere land between Germany and Austria. With cows accompanying us with their bells.
And then the rain stopped. And the energy started flowing again. And the best Buttermilch ever.

what I bring back home

Mein Leben hat allen gefallen. Nur mir nicht.

Live here and now. No expectations. Feed your body with what it is asking for.

Life is like a trip on a ship. You know that at a certain point you are gonna drown, you just don't know when.

Peace. Acceptance. Ability to say "No, thanks".

lost and insecure

Lost and insecure... you found me, you found me
Lying on the floor... surrounded, surrounded
Why'd you have to wait?... Where were you? Where were you?
Just a little late... you found me, you found me.

Sonne

Ohne Sonne gibt es kein Leben;
wir brauchen ihr Licht
und sind auf ihre Waerme angewiesen.
Ich wuensche dir auf deinem Weg
immer wieder Sonne
und ich wuensche dir die Faehigkeit,
selbst eine Sonne
fuer andere sein zu koennen.

singing in Bayern

Do you smile to tempt a lover, Mona Lisa?
Or is this your way to hide a broken heart?
Many dreams have been brought to your doorstep
They just lie there and they die there
Are you warm, are you real, Mona Lisa?
Or just a cold and lonely, lovely work of art?

peace, serenity

The path that I'm walking
I must go alone
I must take the baby steps until I'm full grown
Fairytales don't always have a happy ending, do they
And I foresee the dark ahead if I stay

I hope you know, I hope you know
That this has nothing to with you
It's personal, Myself and I
We've got some straightenin' out to do
And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket
But I've got to get a move on with my life
Its time to be a big girl now
And big girls don't cry

i can feel ur power

Life is a mystery, everyone must stand alone
I hear you call my name
And it feels like home

I close my eyes, Oh God I think I'm falling
Out of the sky, I close my eyes
Heaven help me

agosto

August
is the coldest month of the year
Winter moves six months forward
and here it is not the south pole
here it is not the south pole

August
The alarm clock that breaks the silence
Someone is on vacation
and it rings for hours
it is so cold

August
you look out on a sick heart
five pm and it is already so dark
Winter in August

Ice
settles and covers things
waiting for warmth freezes even the deads
it is so cold

If it is not true that you're afraid
it is not true that you feel alone
it is not true that it's cold
Then why are you shivering in this August?

August
it is written on your calendar
maybe you slept six months
but you're so tired
so tired

August
is the coldest month of the year
in the other hemisphere they call it winter
August

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Agosto
è il mese più freddo dell’anno
L’inverno si sposta sei mesi in avanti
e non è il polo sud
qui non è il polo sud

Agosto
La sveglia che rompe il silenzio
Qualcuno è in vacanza
e lei suona per ore
che freddo che fa

Agosto
ti affacci su un cuore malato
le cinque di sera ed è già buio pesto
l’inverno d’agosto

Il ghiaccio
si posa e ricopre le cose
l’attesa del caldo congela anche i morti
che freddo che fa

Se non è vero che hai paura
non è vero che ti senti solo
non è vero che fa freddo
allora perché tremi in questo agosto?

Agosto
è scritto sul tuo calendario
forse hai dormito sei mesi
ma sei così stanco
tanto stanco

Agosto
è il mese più freddo dell’anno
nell’altro emisfero lo chiamano inverno
l’agosto

there are no if conditions about love

barney

Together we will own this city.
Any time a girl wants to get back at her ex-boyfriend, we will be there.
Any time a girl wants to solve her father's issues through promiscuity and binge drinking, we will be there.
Any time a bachelorette party drives through the city in a limo, sticking their heads out the sunroof shouting "What's up, New York?", we will be what is 'up', New York.

rain

parents are left, thoughts are on.

first, you can love people but still t ochoose something different from what they expect from you. and it feels bad to disappoint them.

second I was this morning thinking about that room. incredible how much it represents for me. I can still remember the long hours staring at the white ceiling, or that armchair, or the carpet. and it is incredible how the lives of 4 people are melted into that one room. and that is such a common thing. a room means so much to you. and then someone else starts living there and that room gains a thousand other meanings. and keeping a room waiting for you feels nice, but wrong at the same time. because you do not know where you are ending up...

third. things change radically in ways you never expected before. it was just one year ago. and now is nothing. a mail from time to time. and a thousand billion miles, what will never be covered again.

fourth. hugs. i always loved people who really hug you. and you can dislike them, but still when they hug you you feel life is worth it because out there there are some 7 billion people like you, looking for a meaning, waking up every day.

walls

We drunk so much today... that we can't remember tomorrow

the One

After he left I cried for a week.

And then I realized I do have faith. Faith in myself. Faith that I one day will meet someone who will be sure that I was the one.

Carrie

Was es ist

Es ist Unsinn
sagt die Vernunft
Es ist was es ist
sagt die Liebe

Es ist Unglück
sagt die Berechnung
Es ist nichts als Schmerz
sagt die Angst
Es ist aussichtslos
sagt die Einsicht
Es ist was es ist
sagt die Liebe

Es ist lächerlich
sagt der Stolz
Es ist leichtsinnig
sagt die Vorsicht
Es ist unmöglich
sagt die Erfahrung
Es ist was es ist
sagt die Liebe

Erich Fried

barfuss

- Bleibst du jetzt bei mir?
- Ja
- Fuer immer?
- Ja
- Gut

apple

ODA A LA MANZANA (Pablo Neruda, 1956)

A ti, manzana,
quiero
celebrarte
llenándome
con tu nombre
la boca,
comiéndote.

Siempre
eres nueva como nada
o nadie,
siempre
recién caída
del Paraíso:
plena
y pura
mejilla arrebolada
de la aurora!
Qué difíciles
son
comparados
contigo
los frutos de la tierra,
las celulares uvas,
los mangos
tenebrosos,
las huesudas
ciruelas, los higos
submarinos:
tú eres pomada pura,
pan fragante,
queso
de la vegetación.

Cuando mordemos
tu redonda inocencia
volvemos
por un instante
a ser
también recién creadas criaturas:
aún tenemos algo de manzana.

Yo quiero
una abundancia
total, la multiplicación
de tu familia,
quiero
una ciudad,
una república,
un río Mississipi
de manzanas,
y en sus orillas
quiero ver
a toda
la población
del mundo
unida, reunida,
en el acto más simple de la tierra:
mordiendo una manzana.
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ODE TO THE APPLE (PABLO NERUDA, 1956)

You, apple,
are the object
of my praise.
I want to fill
my mouth
with your name.
I want to eat you whole.

You are always
fresh, like nothing
and nobody.
You have always
just fallen
from Paradise:
dawn’s
rosy cheek
full
and perfect!
Compared
to you
the fruits of the earth
are
so awkward:
bunchy grapes,
muted
mangos,
bony
plums, and submerged
figs.
You are pure balm,
fragrant bread,
the cheese
of all that flowers.

When we bite into
your round innocence
we too regress
for a moment
to the state
of the newborn:
there’s still some apple in us all.

I want
total abundance,
your family
multiplied.
I want
a city,
a republic,
a Mississippi River
of apples,
and I want to see
gathered on its banks
the world’s
entire
population
united and reunited
in the simplest act we know:
I want us to bite into an apple.

longing for mom

she is coming she is coming she is coming she is coming!!!!!!!!!!

not wise

I am not wise
I am very cruel
But it's a gear
Because I am very...
Beautiful

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)

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!!!

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

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

buddha

magnolia. now and here.

not yesterday. not tomorrow.

I wanna

live out loud!!!

Come on hold my hand,
I wanna contact the living.
Not sure I understand,
This role I’ve been given.

and today is officially blueberries day!!!

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