Friday, 17 April 2009

This is a good morning

Play this video and go to minute 1:55


Adrian Cronauer: Goooooooood morning, Vietnam! Hey, this is not a test! This is rock and roll! Time to rock it from the Delta to the D.M.Z.! 
[...]
Lieutenant Steven Hauk: "Good morning, Vietnam." What the heck is that supposed to mean? 
Private Abersold: I don't know, Lieutenant, I guess it means good morning, Vietnam. 
Lieutenant Steven Hauk: And who gave him permission to play modern music? 

Thursday, 16 April 2009

Wednesday, 15 April 2009

I'll be sad

I passed through many different phases. Disappointment, anger, sadness. In this time in which we are not talking I would have liked to talk with you of my problems because your perspective was precious to me since you know me quite well. And then this silence is also one more sign of the fact that there was never a real balance.

I'll be sad. But starting from tomorrow.

And the memory of you is like a buzzing noise in the background, slightly perceptible however constant. 

Monday, 6 April 2009

I'm out of this (or at least I want to)

How can that stupid instrument condition your day and life?

magnolia, don't let that take the power. you can stop, reflect. you owe that to you.

Friday, 3 April 2009

nice words

I received an e-mail from a friend today. I don't know him very well. But I really liked the words he chose to propose to eat together in the canteen.

Did you have lunch already? I'm going soon, getting hungry... :)

Care to join me?


"Care to join me"...sometimes the English language can surprise us with its beauty. How delicate is this sentence?

growing up

I've grown up. In my family. That was an happy family. Or, out of illusion, has always been a good family. 

And while growing, like many others, I've developed this habit I have. And I could not understand what was it. And the people around me could or did not want to understand too.

My mother, my mother, she hold me, 
she hold me when I was out there.

My father, my father, he liked me, 

oh, he liked me, does anyone care?

Understand, what I've become it wasn't my design, 
and people everywhere think something better that I am.

I miss you, I miss 'cause I liked it, 'cause I liked it 
when I was out there. 
D'you know this, d'you know you did not find me? 
You did not find, does anyone care?