Habemus Mitbewohner!

Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeepppppp

not bad

Live life fully while you're here.

Experience everything.

Take care of yourself and your friends.

Have fun, be crazy, be weird.

Go out and screw up! You're going to anyway, so you might as well enjoy the process.

Take the opportunity to learn from your mistakes: find the cause of your problem and eliminate it.

Don't try to be perfect; just be an excellent example of being human.

did you?

I love this story

And what about you?

Are you collecting enough sun rays, colors and words for the winter? Can I turn to you in days when it will be cold and dark?

29 settembre

Sitting in that cafe'
I was not thinking of you ....
I looked at the world
revolving around me ...
Then suddenly she
smiled
and before I could understand
I found myself arm in arm with her
tight as if
there was nothing else than her.

I saw only her
and I did not think of you...
And the whole town
ran towards us.
The dark found us
close
a restaurant and then
fast we went dancing arm in arm
tightly close to her towards home
almost as if there were nothing else than,
almost as if there were nothing else than her.

I woke up and
and I'm thinking of you.
I just remember that,
that yesterday you were not with me...
The sun has erased everything,
suddenly I flow down from the bed
and run towards the phone
I talk, laugh and you .. you do not know why
I love you, love you and you, you do not know why
I speak, laugh and you, you do not know why
I love you, love you and you, you do not know why
I speak, laugh and you, and you do not know why
I love you, love you and you, you do not know why.

Lousberg

freely translated from here

If one takes the highway 258 from east in direction Aachen, passing through Trier Strasse and Adalbertsteinweg, one sees it from afar. It lies on the horizon in the middle of the street. As if it were painted. The Lousberg. Also considered the Dutch snow mountain, it looks like an unnatural elevation. And it is one too. Created not by God's hand, but thanks to the devil's work.
In the transaction to finance the cathedral building, the cunning Aachen inhabitants had not only severely duped the devil but also hurt him in the most painful way. This called for revenge. Aachen should be destroyed forever including its cathedral.
At the North Sea our cloven-hoofed shoveled tons of sand into huge sacks. He only had to haul them to Aachen. The town and its inhabitants should suffocate under the sand.
The day was hot, the sun burned his face. The sacks weighed on his shoulders. In addition the wind arose and blew his sand in his face. He gasped a little, he could not see anything anymore.
The horned put down the bags, when he met an old, poor-looking woman. "Good lady, how far is it to Aachen?" he asked, his eyes glued by the sand dust. The farmer's wife was "lous", which means somehow smart. She had noticed the cloven hoof and the tail of the hiker.
She said, she was coming from Aachen market. She showed him the now rock-hard bread in her basket, and the worn shoes and she stressed, that she had bought them at the market. It is terribly far to Aachen. The angry Satan wanted to shoulder again the heavy load, there she had the presence of mind to throw a rosary on the devil's freight. Discouraged, Lucifer left the sacks and ran away while cursing. Most of the sand is the current Lousberg, two smaller quantities the Salvatorberg and the Wingertsberg. They consist of pure sea sand mixed with pieces of shell and seaweed. With a little luck one may even find fossilized sea creatures in it.
In 1985 the Aachen artist Christa Löneke-Kemmerling created the bronze sculpture "The devil and the market woman", which at the feet of the Lousberg in the upper Kupferstraße testimonies how an ordinary woman saved Aachen inhabitants. This shows that Aachen inhabitants are too smart even for the devil: "De Oecher send the Düvel ze lous".

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/                             

per donare

'Forgiveness'.

His lips pronounced this word.
His actions tried to put into practice.

Unfortunately there was no trace of this word to be found in his heart.

yes and no

alone, in my white shoes, I walk home. under an almost full moon.

and I feel like I have everything I need. Yes, sure, that couple. the ywere smiling. and their eyes were shining. I can see that.

but I am not ready. I am still too scared to get a 'no'. And I will not be able to say again 'yes' till I will have forgotten and forgiven that 'no'.

name day

soon it will be my name day. nice.

i remember mum buying for me something small, maybe a pair of trousers or a shirt, something I needed. But I especially remember going together to buy the one thing. Just as we did a couple of weeks ago when I was home. And for my name day I would also get something to eat that I liked.

It is also connected to your Bday, very close to that date. But I will go back to that.

And I am so proud to be named after such a man

Be praised, my Lord, through all your creatures,
especially through my lord Brother Sun,
who brings the day; and you give light through him.
And he is beautiful and radiant in all his splendor!
Of you, Most High, he bears the likeness.

Be praised, my Lord, through Sister Moon and the stars;
in the heavens you have made them bright, precious and beautiful.

Be praised, my Lord, through Brothers Wind and Air,
and clouds and storms, and all the weather,
through which you give your creatures sustenance.

Be praised, My Lord, through Sister Water;
she is very useful, and humble, and precious, and pure.

Be praised, my Lord, through Brother Fire,
through whom you brighten the night.
He is beautiful and cheerful, and powerful and strong.

Be praised, my Lord, through our sister Mother Earth,
who feeds us and rules us,
and produces various fruits with colored flowers and herbs.

Be praised, my Lord, through those who forgive for love of you;
through those who endure sickness and trial.

Happy those who endure in peace,
for by you, Most High, they will be crowned.

Be praised, my Lord, through our Sister Bodily Death,
from whose embrace no living person can escape.
Woe to those who die in mortal sin!
Happy those she finds doing your most holy will.
The second death can do no harm to them.

Praise and bless my Lord, and give thanks,
and serve him with great humility.

soleluna

There's sun and moon inside me,

there is water and there is fire,

there is night, day, earth and sea,

there is too much and there is little

and there is sun and moon inside me.

There is water and fire,

there is night, day, earth and sea,

there is too much and there is little.

Some nights, my friend, it comes to my mind how some nights

before going to sleep I think about how complicated the heart is

and I say 'Only God knows'.

How difficult it is to go through it with the choices you make

How difficult it is to live into this world,

live consistently,

live among the people,

choose what is good,

accord forgiveness to friends.

Some nights, my friend, it comes to my mind how some nights

before going to sleep I can not sleep until dawn

and I am a tree and then a stone, I am a gull which turns into sky,

and I am rain and light bulb, I am a donkey which takes off

ATOM WITH ATOM, MOLECULE WITH MOLECULE,

CELL WITH CELL ,TISSUE WITH TISSUE,

BONE, SKIN, MUSCLE,

SOUL AND BRAIN,

MOTHER, FATHER, SON, SISTER AND BROTHER,

FRIEND, BUDDY, COUNTRYMAN AND FELLOW VILLAGER,

MAN, ENVIRONMENT AND EARTH,

VERY NEAR AND DISTANT,

PLANET WITH SATELLITE,

STAR WITH PLANET,

THE ZERO AND THE INFINITE,

THE A, THE Z

and I am a tree and then a stone, I am a gull which becomes sky,

and I am rain and light bulb, I am a donkey which takes off

and I am a fish which becomes a dog,

a horse that becomes a chair,

a pencil which draws houses

and these houses turn into bread

and this bread turns into wine

and I am an old man who turns into a child again

last fall: you

lousberg, your pullover, kinder pinguì in warm milk, bachelor thesis, your car, waiting for you in front of the office, hand in hand, smiling, lughing together, get lost in the blue, becks lemon

i've been missing you

ich brauch

Ich brauch ein Freund mit weiten Armen ich brauch ein Freund, der kein erbarmen kennt der mich zu Boden ringt, ich tob' im Rasen Ein Tuch mit Äter über Mund und Nase Ich brauche tiefste schwarze Nacht hinter meinen Liedern Ein Gift gegen den Schmerz, in meinen Gliedern Ich brauch einen Schuss Feuer in meinem Regen Ich brauch eine Bar, Blaulicht und Sirenen ich brauch, ich brauch, ich brauche Licht bring mich nach Hause ich bin schon zuweit hier draußen komm und trag mich, frag nicht wieder wohin ich will, nach Hause ich bin schon zuweit hier draußen komm und trag mich, schlag mich nieder ich bin nicht still gelegt ich brauch einen Freund mit weiten Schlingen der mich heil nach Hause bringen kann durch die Dunkelheit in Wind und in Regen um mich dann vor meine Tür zu legen und wenn ich dort bin, will ich auf der Stelle verbluten wenn ich still bin, soll der Regen jede Zelle verfluchen ich brauch, ich brauch, ich brauche nichts __________________________

I need a friend with large arms
I need a friend who knows no mercy
who wrestles me to the ground, I bluster in the grass
A cloth with ether over his mouth and nose
I need the deepest black night
behind my songs
A poison against the pain in my limbs
I need a shot of fire in my rain
I need a bar, lights flashing and sirens
I need, I need, I need light

bring me home
I'm already too far out here
come and carry me, do not ask again
where I want to go, home
I'm already too far out here
come and carry me, beat me down
I'm still not shut down

I need a friend with long loops
who can bring me home safely
through the darkness in the wind and in the rain
to then lay me in front of my door
and when I'm there, I want to bleed to death on the spot
when I am still, the rain should curse every cell
I need, I need, I need nothing

a memorial

Hol den Vorschlaghammer!	Go get the sledgehammer!
Sie haben uns ein Denkmal gebaut,	They built us a memorial.
und jeder Vollidiot weiß	And every complete idiot knows
Dass das die Liebe versaut.	That'll screw up the love.
Ich werd’ die schlechtesten Sprayer	I'll go round up
Dieser Stadt engagieren.	The town's worst taggers
Die sollen Nachts noch die Trümmer	And at night they'll paint
Mit Parolen beschmieren.	Slogans all over the rubble.

cold

magnolia is in a strange mood. this week her favorite colleagues are out of town, she feels a little lonely, her roommate is moving out (stress+variable new roommate), she is not exactly what you would call focused on work.

but today mr cluster is back at work, that is already good news. and she decided to focus her thoughts on the small trip of next weekend, nice people, nice activities and 5 hours on regional trains, where she will do her best not to get ill :)

lost

'We must moan while eating,' answered Pecuchet, 'for it was by this path that mankind lost its innocence.'

- Bouvard and Pecuchet, Gustave Flaubert, 1881

back

dear poet,

you who know me. tell me. tell me.

is it something about me? is it something i do wrong?

you moved on, but you still do not seem to have found the perfect solution. there is not perfect solution, probably.

what is that i have to learn? what is that i have to give up? do i attribute importance to what is actually not important at all? and maybe neglect the essential.

well, there is no way back.

And I can barely look at you
But every single time I do
I know we'll make it anywhere
Away from here

Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you dear

To think I might not see those eyes
Makes it so hard not to cry
And as we say our long goodbyes
I nearly do

sea each other

If our friendship depends on things like space and time, then when we finally overcome space and time, we've destroyed our own brotherhood! But overcome space, and all we have left is Here. Overcome time, and all we have left is Now. And in the middle of Here and Now, don't you think that we might see each other once or twice?

Jonathan Livingston

white mills

a friend met me in my thoughts. and the mind went back to that summer. I feel like that white mill is not real. It was. Now something else will come. Maybe a red skyscraper or a brown igloo.

Many years have passed since those summer days
Among the fields of barley
See the children run as the sun goes down
As you lie in fields of gold

bruges

Ho dormito con te
e svegliandomi la tua bocca
uscita dal sonno
mi diede il sapore di terra,
d'acqua marina, di alghe,
del fondo della tua vita,
e ricevetti il tuo bacio
bagnato dall'aurora,
come se mi giungesse
dal mare che ci circonda.

don't bring me down

Tonight I'm gonna have myself a real good time
I feel alive and the world it's turning inside out Yeah!
I'm floating around in ecstasy
So don't stop me now don't stop me
'Cause I'm having a good time having a good time

no matter what they say
words can bring me down
i am beautiful
in every single way
yes words can bring me down
oh no oh
so don't you bring me down
today

gitana

Nunca usé un antifaz
Voy de paso
Por este mundo fugaz

No pretendo parar
¿Dime quién camina
Cuando se puede volar?

Mi destino es andar
Mis recuerdos
Son una estela en el mar

Lo que tengo, lo doy
Digo lo que pienso
Tómame como soy

Y va liviano
Mi corazón gitano
Que solo entiende de latir
A contramano
No intentes amarrarme
Ni dominarme
Yo soy quien elige
Como equivocarme

Aprovechame
que si llegué ayer
Me puedo ir mañana
Que soy gitana
Que soy gitana

Sigo siendo aprendiz
En cada beso
Y con cada cicatriz

Algo pude entender
De tanto que tropiezo
Ya sé como caer

Y va liviano
Mi corazón gitano
Que solo entiende de latir
A contramano
No intentes amarrarme
Ni dominarme
Yo soy quien elige
Como equivocarme

Aprovechame
Que si llegué ayer
Me puedo ir mañana
Que soy gitana

Vamos y vemos..
Que la vida es un goce
Es normal que le temas
A lo que no conoces

Tómame y vamos
Que la vida es un goce
Es normal que le temas
A lo que no conoces
Quiero verte volar
Quiero verte volar

Y va liviano
Mi corazón gitano
Que solo entiende de latir
A contramano
No intentes amarrarme
Ni dominarme
Yo soy quien elige
Como equivocarme

Si vine ayer
Aprovecha Hoy
Que me voy mañana,
Pues soy gitana

__________________

I never use a mask I pass through this fleeting world I don't pretend to stop Tell me, who would walk if they could fly My destiny is to wander My memories are a wake in the sea What I have I give I say what I think Take me as I am My gypsy heart goes lightly only knows how to beat against the flow Don't try to tie me down Nor dominate me I'm the one who chooses how to make my mistakes Take advantage because if I arrived yesterday I could leave tomorrow Because I'm a gypsy Because I'm a gypsy I'm still learning In each kiss and with each scar I can understand something For as much as I trip I know how to fall My gypsy heart goes lightly only knows how to beat against the flow Don't try to tie me down Nor dominate me I'm the one who chooses how to make my mistakes Take advantage because if I arrived yesterday I could leave tomorrow Because I'm a gypsy Because I'm a gypsy Let's go and we'll see That life is a joy It's normal that you fear What you don't know Take me and let's go Life is a joy It's normal that you fear What you don't know I want to see you fly I want to see you fly My gypsy heart goes lightly only knows how to beat against the flow Don't try to tie me down Nor dominate me I'm the one who chooses how to make my mistakes If I came yesterday, take advantage today because I'm leaving tomorrow Because I'm a gypsy

weird

Know what's weird? Day by day, nothing seems to change, but pretty soon...everything's different.
~ Calvin from Calvin and Hobbes

a place called home

Well, it's not hard to see
Anyone who looks at me
Knows I am just a rolling stone
Never landing anyplace to call my own
To call my own

Well, it seems like so long ago
But it really ain't you know
I started out a crazy kid
Miracle I made it through the things I did
The things I did

Someday I'll go where there ain't no rain or snow
‘Til then, I travel alone
And I make my bed with the stars above my head
And dream of a place called home

I had a chance to settle down
Get a job and live in town
Work in some old factory
I never liked the foreman standing over me
Over me

Oh I’d rather walk a winding road
Rather know the things I know
See the world with my own eyes
No regrets, no looking back, no goodbyes
No goodbyes

Someday I'll go where there ain't no rain or snow
‘Til then, I travel alone
And I make my bed with the stars above my head
And I dream of a place called home


This is how I feel very often. And in this feeling I often felt near to you. I'm traveling alone. I have not much stuff figured out. And I sometimes want to forget all my mental labyrinths and just do, enjoy. Because most of the time I am a let's-figure-it-out person. I get attached to people very soon, if I like that soul and the way that soul thinks. I am not really good with silence. I do not like silence very much. I scare people away, I know.

What a pity.

photo

I ran into this photo, love it.

As a guy told me once: 'I could imagine to be together with a man because of his personality, but female body is too beautiful to give it up.'

memories

you and me

Non gli era bastato creare il mondo: il dio Beeral voleva anche che fosse bello. Così mandò due fidati messaggeri, Yindingie e la sua assistente K’gari, a trasformare in paradiso la materia informe appena creata. Fecero un lavoro così perfetto che quando ebbero finito K’gari sperò di rimanere in quel luogo meraviglioso per sempre. Si adagiò nelle acque tiepide di una baia particolarmente bella e si addormentò.

Mentre K’gari era immersa nel sonno, Yindingie la trasformò in una lunga e sottile isola di sabbia cristallina. Il dio la rivestì con la più lussureggiante delle foreste, dipinse la sua pelle vellutata con un arcobaleno di colori e le donò tanti laghetti scintillanti che sarebbero diventati i suoi occhi sul paradiso. Riempì il cielo di uccelli colorati e per non lasciarla mai sola popolò l’isola con una tribù di aborigeni, i Butchulla, che si tramandarono la leggenda della sua creazione. Nella loro lingua, K’gari divenne la parola per “paradiso”.

(da qui)

linux teaches

Don't look now, but the man in the moon is laughing at you.

corner mirror

a friendship like ours, which feeds itself with dishes which are simple, but always tasty and unforgettable

rewind?!?!

it's a long way out
i'm asking you to stay
the words are finally here
let's rewind

clouds, stars, rain and september

Memories of five sunny days home in a train back to my new home.

Ueber den Wolken
Muss die Freiheit wohl grenzenlos sein
Alle Aengste, alle Sorgen
Sagt man
Blieben darunter verborgen
Und dann
Würde was uns gross und wichtig erscheint
Plötzlich nichtig und klein


Poi, una notte di settembre
mi svegliai, il vento sulla
pelle, sul mio corpo il
chiarore delle stelle;
chissà dov’era casa mia
e quel bambino che
giocava in un cortile…

Io, vagabondo che son io,
vagabondo che non sono altro


Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
wake me up when September ends

...

here comes the rain again
falling from the stars
drenched in my pain again
becoming who we are

Consider

Voi che vivete sicuri
Nelle vostre tiepide case,
Voi che tovate tornando a sera
Il cibo caldo e visi amici:

Considerate se questo è un uomo
Che lavora nel fango
Che non conosce pace
Che lotta per mezzo pane
Che muore per un sì o per un no.

Considerate se questa è una donna,
Senza capelli e senza nome
Senza più forza di ricordare
Vuoti gli occhi e freddo il grembo
Come una rana d'inverno.

Meditate che questo è stato:
Vi comando queste parole.
Scolpitele nel vostro cuore
Stando in casa andando per via,
Coricandovi alzandovi;
Ripetetelele ai vostri figli.

O vi si sfaccia la casa,
La malattia vi impedisca,
I vostri nati torcano il viso da voi.

play

I sent a link to a nice song to a friend. He told me he would try that arrangement with his guitar because he liked it.

I realized I cannot play any instrument. Actually yes. When I like a song I play it with my body, I dance it. Inside and outside.

Gut gegen Nordwind

Schreiben Sie mir, Emmi. Schreiben ist wie küssen, nur ohne Lippen. Schreiben ist küssen mit dem Kopf.

firsts

today I was thinking of my first day of school, back in 1989 (my goodness, 21 years ago!!!!!!!).

I do not remember much. I guess, there was one day at the beginning of September where we took some tests. All I can remember is Massimo's face. Massimo, the sweetest schoolmate. Massimo, and his syndrome. Massimo, whose family belongs the firm which has containers traveling on trains all around Europe. So that I can think of him also now that I live here.

we used to live in the town nearby, and then in October we moved. There I got a proper bed all to myself. And I remember mum bringing me to school, with my violet schoolbag and that heavy fog, that Piedmont used to have.

And so school started. And I never stopped loving it.

I'll fly with you

sweet sweet sweet

I still believe in your eyes
I just don’t care what
You’ve done in your life.
Baby I’ll always be here by your side
Don’t leave me waiting too long,
Please come by!

immagini

his breathe on my neck and that desire, that feeling which makes you feel alive. his warm voice. that day on the stairs, with the skirt blue and green.

and then him, with his thick fingers and those eyes. blue and deep. and his favorite pullover, which he wanted me to wear.

the rain falls down in Aachen today, and I go around with my flowers and my red coat. but my mind is not here. it is along the lake on November 1st, on a violet blanket. it is along a lake in Bavaria, enjoying the hug of his arms.

it is back to yesterday evening, with M. and her baby in the belly. with our peas soup and a feeling of fall approaching. the goodbye approaching.

Immer wenn es regnet
muss ich an dich denken...

and the 'man sieht sich im Leben immer zwei Mal' went lost with the wind. but you cannot change the flow of events. you made your choice. you both made your choice.

the memory of a massage.

anger

You may think that your only choices are to swallow your anger or throw it in someone’s face. But there is a third option, you can just let it go. And only when you do that is it really gone, and you can move forward.

Navtej Singh Sidhu

36 anni, indiano, lavorava come muratore vicino a Roma. Il 2 febbraio 2009 a Nettuno, è stato picchiato da tre persone che l'hanno cosparso di benzina e gli hanno dato fuoco. Dopo vari interventi alle gambe, gravemente ustionate, è ancora ricoverato in ospedale. Non lavora da 18 mesi e non può mandare soldi alla sua famiglia nel Punjab. (Internazionale N.860, Anno 17)

E mi vergogno.

awesome

The most awesome person I have ever known is this girl who lives in a place called the mirror.

a clean sweep

the removal of all unwanted people or things in order to start afresh.

Branzino al cartoccio

Forno a 170°C, tempo di cottura 30 / 45 minuti, in funzione della dimenzione dei branzini, e se aggiunci o meno patate e olive.

Puoi mettere patate _a dadolini o rondelle_ non molto grosse per agevolare la cottura, non vanno sbollentate, una volta tagliate, le patate, è meglio condirle con un pizzico di sale ed un goccio d'olio; puoi anche mettere qualche oliva nera snocciolata.

In sintesi:
preparare un pezzo di alluminio, mettere un pizzico di rosmarino o origano, poggiare sopra il branzino, riempire la pancia ed intorno di patate e olive, spargere sopra un pizzico di sale, ancora rosmarino e/o spezie in generale, chiudere l'alluminio in modo mordido ( senza stringerlo, perchè si rompe ) - infornare quando quest'ultimo è in temperatura, e buon appetito :-)

I decided

I am not ill anymore.

These days I'm enjoying discovering new foods, like smoked tofu. Or buying different cereals (oats, flax, spelt) with fresh apples and bananas and then warm them up with some water: a great breakfast, a nice variation for porridge. And I am cooking myself nice soups, with cereals, potatoes and then giving them taste with home-made pesto. And I love using the mint and the basil which grow on our balcony.