Saturday, July 28, 2007


MELANCHOLIE

Another image,just not to get bored...here she is: the black powerful Lady, gourgeos as always, she is the queen. She is the eightht wonder of the world, the muse of all poets, the angel behind every poetry or dream, she is the only way human beeings know to get close to the sky. She is life and death, agony and joy, anxiety and power, hollow and light, she is the best friend of stranger and dictators,she is the source of higest genius, she is the mistress of our soul.I bow to her.

Sunday, July 22, 2007


SONG OF THE DAY

Barry White "you are the first"

Saturday, July 21, 2007

A Rebours

"I didn't say I liked it,Harry. I said it fascinated me. There is a great difference."

Yeah, Dorian Gray was actuallly pretty right...it isn't a book that you can like or dislike, it's more like a powerful force that come out the pages an grasp your soul...after reading this book you feel that you have ti change sth in your life...you feel you have to resemble Des Eissent and yet to be different...oh, it's simply great!!If beeing a decadent means to be like Jean Des Eissent, I guess I'd rather be a decadent....

Wednesday, July 18, 2007


ho girovagato un po su internet cercando di organizzare la prima tappa delle nostre vacanze...così stamattina ho trovato questa...beh, io me l'ero immaginata diversa, moolto diversa, però riguardandola e ripensandoci è veramente splendida, uno splendido posto in cui trascorrere 30 anni della propria vita...e sicuramente,sicuramente dal vivo sarà ancora più emozionante!

" Ho veduto una sola volta l'unica,colei che la mia anima cercava,e la perfezione che noi collochiamo al di sopra delle stelle,che noi allontaniamo fino alla fine del tempo,questa perfezione l'ho sentita presente.Era là,questo essere supremo,là nella sfera dell'umana natura e delle cose esistenti.Non vi domando più dove essa è: essa è esistita nel mondo e può tornarvi;vi è soltanto nascosta.
Non domando più che cosa sia,l'ho veduta,l'ho conosciuta.O voi che cercate quanto vi è di più alto e perfetto,nella profondità della sapienza,nel tumulto dell'azione,nel buio del passato,nel labirinto del futuro,nelle tombe e al di sopra delle stelle!Conoscete il suo nome?Il nome di ciò che è uno e tutto?Il suo nome è bellezza."


Friedrich Holderlin

Monday, July 16, 2007


19

mmmm...I feel pretty old right now...I remeber when I was six and used to lay on bed thinking of beeing twelve...It seemed to me a great age, twelve years old...now I'm nineteen, time had run away so fast that I can hardly remeber 50% of it...It's strange, I feel like I'm gonna start another life from the beginning, possibly not making the same mistakes..I'm the same, and yet I'm different...oh, well I'd better stop this post!I'm an old woman now, I need some sleep after lunch...

Thursday, July 12, 2007

THE LOSER

It wasn't immaturity's fault, it wasn't summer time's fault,it wasn't destiny's wish...it wasn't.
I AM DEFINITELY A LOSER.

Monday, July 09, 2007

MUSIC POWER

A lovestruck Romeo sings a strestsus serenade
Laying averybody low with me a lovesong that he made
Finds convenient streetlight steps out of the shade
Says something like you and me babe how about it?

Juliet says hey its Romeo you nearky gimme an heart attack
Hes underneath the window shes singing hey la my boyfriends back
You shouldnt come around here singing up at people like that
Anyway what you gonna do about it?

Juliet the dice were loaded from the start
And I bet and you exploded in my heart
And I forget the movie song
When you wanna realise it was just that the time was wrong,Juliet?

Come up on different streets they both were streets of shame
Both dirty both mean yes and the dream was just the same
And I dreamed your dream for you and your dream is real
How can you look at me as if I was just another one of your deals?

Where you can fall for chains of silver you can fall for chaoins of gold
You can fall for pretty strangers and the promises they hold
You promised me everything you promised me think and thin
Now you just says oh Romeo yeah you know I used to have a scene with him

Juliet when we made love you used to cry
You said I love you like the stars above I'll love you till I die
Theres a place for us you know the movie song
When you wanna realise it was just that the time was wrong Juliet?

I cant do the talk like they talk on tv
And I cant do a lovesong like the way its meant to be
I cant do everything but Id do anything for you
I cant do anything except be in love with you

And all I do is miss you and the way we used to be
All do is keep the beat and bad company
All I do is kiss you through the bars of a rhyme
Juliet Id do the stars with you anytime


(Dire Straits-Romeo and Juliet)





FEELINGS...

Suonando Bach appena sveglia ho realizzato che non c'è nulla al mondo che la musica non possa descrivere e comprendere fin nel profondo dell' essenza. La musica e la bellezza, ma infondo sono la stessa cosa, conducono dritti all' infinito...meraviglia dell' arte!!!
E io, io sono fortunata a poter dare un pò di musica al mio piccolo mondo...

Friday, July 06, 2007

IT'S OVER!!!!!

Ladies and gents, I did it!!!it was pretty amusing after all...now I feel complitely free!!!I'm on holliday!!finally...oh I'm so happy...happy happy happy!!!I felt an arrow all the time and I got the target!Massimo was right...
Now I'm gonna buy new shoes...ya know, it' smy day!!

Monday, July 02, 2007

OLD UNCLE WALT TEACHES...

Oh me!Oh life!of the questions of these recurring,
of the endless trains of the faithless, of cieties filled with the foolish,
of myself forever reproaching, (for who more foolish than I,
and who more faithless?)
of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean,
of the struggle ever renewed,
of the poor results of all,
of the plodding and sordid crows I see around me,
of the empty and useless years of the rest,
and with the rest me, intertwined,
Q: O me! so sad, recurring-what good amid these, O me!O life?
A: That you are here- that life exists and identity;
that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse.
Contribute well, O me, O life!


Oh me!Oh vita! di queste domande che ricorrono,
degli infiniti cortei senza fede, di città piene di sciocchi,
di me stesso che sempre mi rimprovero,( perchè chi è più sciocco di me,
chi più senza fede?)
di occhi che invano bramano la luce, di scopi meschini,
della battaglia sempre rinnovata,
dei poveri risultati di tutto,
della folla che vedo sordida caminare a fatica intorno a me,
dei vuoti ed inutili anni degli altri,
e di me con gli altri strettamente legato,
D: ahimè!così triste ricorre- cosa c'è di buono in tutto questo,O me O vita?
R: che tu sei qui-che esiste la vita e l' individuo;
che il meraviglioso spettacolo continua e tu puoi contribuire con un verso.
Contribuisci bene O me! O vita!

To all those who has forgotten for a while that life is poetry. To remember them, and me, that our best aim is to create our verse...