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.

SONG OF THE DAY

Barry White "you are the first"

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....

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

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...

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.

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...

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!!

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...

38

That's my score after the written part of my exam. It's not excellent, I agree, but that bloody Seneca's translation was really to much for me (as for the rest of the class)!!!!I did my best, I swear. So..what the hell do dey want more than that???What?I'd really like to know, cose I'm pretty tired of beeing mocked for every single mark I bring home, whatever it is!!I can't stand to hear again that damn voice saying "ya should have done sth better"or "ya should have work a little bit harder"!!!!!No, I won't accept this anymore, I'm pretty tired of beeing treated always like shit. I won't stand it this time...

LIFE LESSON N.2

"...I went to the woods because I wished to live deribelately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived..."


"....we don't read or write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are memebers of the human race. And the human raced is filled with passion. And medicine, law, buisness, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Withman "O me!O life!...of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithness...of cieties filled with the foolish; what good amid these,O me, O life?" Answer. That you are here-that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?..."

LIFE LESSON N.1

Shrek: Ogres are like onions.
Donkey: sniff...they stink?
Shrek: yes...no!!
Donkey: oh, they make you cry?
Shrek: No!
Donkey: ah, if ya leave them at the sun and they become brown and then sprout some white hairs?
Shrek: Both have layers!
Donkey: Both have layers? Sniff.. bleah... listen, not everybody like onions..Cakes!Everybody like cakes, cakes have layers!!
Shrek: I don't care what everybody like!!Ogres aren't like cakes, ogres are like onions!end of the story!

SEIZE THE DAY...

dedicato a Sarah, mamma Becca, e forse un po anche a me...sulle note di bella vera, ispirato da the libertine: lezione fondamentale che smentisce tutto quello affermato so far...uno può apparire vitale e padrone dei piaceri come John Wilmot, pace all'anima sua, ma portarsi dentro il vuoto più assoluto e un bisogno infinito di emozioni e cose autentiche che portino a commuoversi, a provare ancora qualcosa. Il vino, la follia, le dorghe di ogni sorta tra cui spiccano i sogni sono solo bassi espedienti per provare ancora emozioni forti, autentiche che continuano a sfuggire.
L'unico modo per uscire dall'assenza di vento dell' apatia e avviarsi verso il trionfo o la rovina indifferentemente (entrambi sono meglio della bonaccia) è amare...farsi trascinare dal vortice ormonale dell' innamoramento, seguire il proprio istinto fino in fondo...vivere ogni attimo come se fosse l'unico, dedicare ogni istante a quegli occhi e assaporare ogni singolo sorso di vita prima che scompaia!e poter dire di non aver solo atteso ma vissuto...
size the day...

C'ERA UNA VOLTA

C'era un tempo in cui sapevo trovare le parole giuste e consolare o stupire la gente con frasi poetiche, romantiche quasi. Ricordo che mi ascoltavano e vedevo le mie parole trasformarsi in emozioni nei loro occhi ed ero felice per questo. Sapevo dire cose dolci, con altrettanta dolcezza. Ora, non riesco più, non solo, ma neanche mi emoziono quando qualcuno mi dice le parole che avrei potuto formulare io un tempo, mi sembrano idiozie. Che abbia imparato a vivere?Non credo...le batoste,le figure di merda e le debolezze sono bene o male le stesse, solo che rovo una gran rabbia. Una volta vivevo di sogni e tenerezza, adesso di illusioni e rabbia...che bell' affare...

AGAIN ABOUT MY EXAM...

"...I do not approve of anything that tampers with natural ignorance. Ignorance is like a delicate exotic fruit; touch it, and the bloom is gone..."


-Oscar Wilde-

...quando scende la tristezza e invade gli occhi...

OH IUT!!

it was only an essay after all...a simple one, still I'm sooo tired!!!I got an headchake and I'm so week and sleepy....I don't know...just wanna sleep....and tomorrow the next...latin translation this time...pf...I need to sleep a lot...The good point is that I've one less test to do...

SUICIDE SCHERZO

Beethoven non mente mai....

EXAMS...

yesterday I got my driving licence, I didn't think it would be so easy....tomorrow there is the first written test of my final exam (well, mine and an half million other students's ), I thought I'd be more stressed...It seems that I've lost the ability of getting nervous during and before an important exam...This would be a pretty positive lost if only I could not getting nervous even in other situations in which I still act like an idiot...but this is another story...let's see tomorrow....