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...)

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.

home

We are the flexible generation. We have to be happy to travel, to change the place in which we live as soon as required. We need to have no roots.

But today I was thinking how nice is home. On Tuesday I found in the kitchen of my institute biscuits which are typical of my home town. I used to get them when I went to the baker with my mom. And that made my day. I was soooo happy :)

And then today I was listening to some nice songs. And I realized that they were so beautiful because that place was meaning so much to the person who wrote the song. Ireland, Sardinia, Turin, ... and a thousand more...