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Jas was here

2012-01-05T10:05:00.000+01:00

This morning a brown face was printed on the cover page of the local newspaper: the usual guy, this time black, but yet the usual sad story ended in death.
I feel bad for it but I can’t do much: we eat watching and hearing bad news on tv, we live in constant drama while our lives go on and we get used to it.
His name was Jasin.

I went to my office and started to turn over the pages of the economic newspapers and like a balloon swelling with awareness, lucidity popped out.
Jasin... Jas! I knew his name only pronounced not written and I didn’t recognize his face on the newspaper. Jas damn! He was little and short when years ago I met him at the gym, the guardian's son, always kind and silent. Jas who played tennis-table with me and who got damn tall on his adolescence that he looked like a dressed lamppost!
Jas who you could meet on the stairs running down to the gym, or in the parking smiling in his white teeth and getting his arm slapped!
Jas who ran away from home the xmas day and who had been found frozen dead yesterday in a building under construction.
So now this sunny day has a reason to be a sad one.

Summer hits

2011-08-23T08:31:00.001+02:00

I know it is quite late but sometimes it's too hard to get all the things in time: eventually I even got married and it was a great wet wedding.

Anyway, I went to this place called Namibia and... do you know those things that leave you dumb coz of their amazingness? Maybe this word doesnt even exist, but check this out and you'll have an idea of what I mean.

I should write a report or some kind of helping guide because I found some of them very helpful, but I am lazy and eventually to who am I writing to if not to myself? Anyway if you wanna advices, simply ask.

...minutes later... well I think I also should greet someone who helped me a lot in this, a new cool friend, Andreé ... i dont wanna u thinking i have done it all by myself eheheh ahhh who am I talking to???

Babe

2011-07-09T12:00:00.037+02:00

There are songs,
like this,
that reveal memories,
and there are memories,
buried in my heart,
that are born again as tears.

Everything then twists up
Like plastic in a blaze,
While I wrap you up with the thought
Shaping your face,
Now with an emotion
Now with a regret:
Everything changes, disappears,
To show up again new,
Yet already past.

Since years I carry
the mark of your kisses
like a brand on my flesh,
since years I proudly wear
thousands of scars
there where your caresses lingered.

The songs that still move me
And that always and all, talk about you
Are just the gift of a time
That here, eventually, never goes by.

Babe

questa

Jude

2011-06-14T08:42:00.000+02:00

Here's my vow to you
I'll stay away

A question for u

2011-06-03T17:10:00.000+02:00

Why don't u tell me who u are? yes, you! Do it below... come on...

Life

2011-05-19T17:58:00.000+02:00

Ah there again all the colors of the world and the notes of the music.

Temple

2011-05-17T17:59:00.000+02:00

Everyone says hi but the unspoken subtext is please come back

Galleggiare

2011-05-01T11:03:00.002+02:00

Da tempo ormai era tornato a vivere sulla superficie. Affiorato e uniformatosi sbiadendo sotto la luce del sole, il quaderno sul quale annotava parole dopo parole gli sembrava semplicemente insensato. Lontano dal centro, dalle paure e dai dubbi che lo attanagliavano, non restava nemmeno la più piccola ombra della magia evocativa dei suoi versi. Ed i significati erano così evidenti e condivisi che non serviva nemmeno chiedersi quale e dove fosse la realtà.

Floating

Mia figlia

2011-04-01T08:25:00.000+02:00

Le parole che mi dici
sono incomprensibili
e disordinate
come il volo di una farfalla
in una teca trasparente
ed il nostro dialogo
che si ciba di abbracci e di giochi
rimane appeso tra lo sguardo tuo
e quello mio.

Sono un ragno innamorato
a cui non serve capire ciò che dici
perché sono le vibrazioni a raccontarmi
di sentimenti e desideri
ed il filo che ci tiene uniti
si forma in un bacio,
il tuo respiro
ed un nuovo bacio.

My daughter

Questions

2011-03-26T17:22:00.012+01:00

What am I afraid of? Snow melting? Onion rings? Getting old? Blue eyes? Ghosts? My own self?You?

The ghost who lives in the mountains house

2011-03-19T19:30:00.000+01:00

I didn't expect to remain alone for long in the mountains house. In fact, as soon as i laid on the bed the ghost appeared.
He was hiding himself in the shade: black and long like a hair.

How's the travel been?

When he speaks the windows quiver slapped by the wind. The same does my heart, his voice is so powerful even if he simply whispers.

Fine thx.
You still driving in the middle of two lanes?
What do you think?

He never scared me. He never hit or acted evil with me.

What about you?
I'm dead, you know.
Yes, i've heard. Can i do something fot you?
No you can't.

The house was cold, i forgot to call to get the heating on. I took a couple of heavy quilts.

I've been missing you a lot, you know?
Yes, he replies, and fades away.

I close my eyes and try to sleep.

Poi li chiamano sogni

2011-03-16T01:16:00.002+01:00

In una vecchia camera di campagna parlo inglese con un artista ricciolino, amico di un collega, che alla fine si scopre esser italiano.
Tiene al guinzaglio uno strano essere in calore, lontanamente antropomorfo, il quale insistente si gira periodicamente per offrirmi un grosso buco incrostato che ha vicino alla coda spelacchiata.
Alla mia destra, seduta su un altro letto, sua moglie farfuglia un americano incomprensibile: è di Mantova mi dice. Southern USA, interviene lui.
Ha la faccia ricoperta da peli arricciati che le eliminano i contorni e che sembrano anche pesare visto che le palpebre inferiori, come se fosse un Sanbernardo, cadono in giù per alcuni millimetri scoprendo la carne rossa e parte della pupilla bianca. I capelli appaiono normali, lunghi, dello stesso castano chiaro mesciato dei peli.
Alla sua destra il figlio, un ragazzino silenzioso con tutta la testa e la faccia ricoperte di riccioli corti e scuri.
Mi chiedo cosa ci faccio con questa gente e mi risponde una mia stessa lamentela che rimbalza sulle pareti mentre mi sveglio: stramaledetto letto di montagna!! Pure i sogni sbagliati mi fa fare: Mantua è nello Utah, altro che southern USA!! E ora chi ha ancora sonno? :(

Cemetery drive

2011-03-10T16:45:00.001+01:00

I miss you, I miss you so far and the collision of your kiss that made it so hard.

Dream

2011-03-05T04:02:00.001+01:00

I see mountains and a big waterfall that cuts them in 2 blocks. Made of adhesive tape on a wall. And i wake up. Hors ago, i can't sleep yet.

LV in white

2011-02-25T09:55:00.002+01:00

Under a white cold blanket, where the streets are icy and the traditions can still warm u up, the breath got solid and the sun was so weak that it couldn't even fly over our heads.
There stood an old castle, behind it, the church.
At home, my little blonde friend was running and shoutin' in the corridoor: "Alessandroo" he used to scream, "Alessandrooo!".
Grannies were cooking, a smell invaded all around: tastes been forgotten for so long.
All of it came at once. And suddenly vanished, except these pics, except some memory and some regret.
Take care people, we'll coming back soon somewhere around the castle, somewhere around your heart.

Nature

2011-01-31T16:29:00.000+01:00

I'm such a silly and scared animal...

Bentornati

2011-01-25T20:01:00.000+01:00

Cambiarono le lenzuola
e persino i letti.

Incarcerati nelle prigioni del sonno,
gli ubriachi cantarono fino all'alba:
mai, a luna o notte,
mancò il suo corteggiatore.

In pochi riuscirono a fuggire:
chi per tuffarsi nel mare,
chi per rubare un frutto esotico.
Tutti furono presto ricatturati:
anche chi raccolse solo un fiore e chi una foto.

Discinta, ormai inattesa,
arrivò infine la rivoluzione:
come resistere ai suoi seni, o popolo?
Le sbarre furono piegate
e gli ubriachi,
esseri pazzi nella luce del giorno,
si riversarono nella loro amata città
e la incendiarono di gioia.

Le fiamme ardono,
il sognatore brinda,
buttiam giù.

Welcome back

Dreamer

2011-01-14T09:48:00.002+01:00

Drink up, you're running dry

Old and new

2011-01-05T11:38:00.000+01:00

Another year has gone, under an incredibly blue sky I shot few pics.

Time

2010-12-10T22:55:00.000+01:00

8 notes in 2 heartbeats and 1 word

To be or not

2010-10-12T16:19:00.002+02:00

I'm getting crazy step by step

Weather & Co.

2010-10-07T09:23:00.000+02:00

It's a foggy day. Finally?

Istruzioni su come dimenticare il male

2010-09-17T13:37:00.001+02:00

Se mi fermo
e respiro
e penso o mi addormento,

se mi guardo intorno
e sogno
e trasformo il futuro,

se chiudo gli occhi
e ricordo
e sfido i sentimenti,

se corro tra le poesie
tra le parole e i colori,

se con una magia
scompiglio la storia e la gravità

per un soffio di labbra
io affondo
io affogo.

Così corro,
ad occhi chiusi
senza fermarmi un secondo
nemmeno il tempo di pensare al tuo nome.

Instructions on how to forget the misfortune

Promise?

2010-09-04T23:43:00.002+02:00

I'll stop bleeding when I'm dead.

Promises travelling

2010-08-30T14:33:00.017+02:00

Spending a week driving around Europe, crossing invisible frontiers, but eating every day the same silly breakfast. I didnt know that west Slovenia was so nice and green, that Wien could be so fashinating, that downtown Bratislava was italian-city-shaped, that Czech motorways were so bouncing and south Germany so busy. I shot few pics, eventually.
During this trip I made a promise in Prague that I'll keep for 1 year.

Hints: if you are in Bratislava go to Malecon it is a nice charming place very comfortable for couples. And learn about Max Raabe and his great performances, youtube-him. Hit Prague once in a lifetime but eat afar from downtown for example at U Bansethu where nobody speaks english and food is food.