somewhere....

"...someday I'll wish upon a star
and wake up where the clouds are far behind me.
where troubles melt like lemon drops
away above the chimney tops,
that's where you'll find me".

what if

i had a day job, in a cool (in an uncool way) city...i loved this city, but i didn't like it...i wanted to leave but i did not know where to...i liked the job but i did not like the salary, i liked some people but i disliked the majority of the people i did not know.
what if i decided to leave...to go to a cool city in a cool way, a city i may not love but like alot, where i would want to stay though i'd have to leave, where i wouldn't like the job but i'd love the salary, where i wouldn't like the people i knew but i would like the majority of the people i didn't knew.

what if i shut up and get seriously to work??

"august...

and everything after" - to recall a much acclaimed (by my "circle of friends") c.c. cd - back in numb milan, after visiting the moon and its surroundings...those who guess: good guess. ...little hint: the moon is populated by sheep.

moving on:
i want to print some pictures..i keep snobbing new digital cameras and remain faithful to my (father's) old reflex. thing is i keep developing films, and i can never decide what i want to see on paper...in the meantime i see flows of digital images running on other people's computer screens and i wonder what i am i doing the paper deal for...but my stubborness leaves me in the reflex zone.

i want to work on my "architectural" video..(i don't snob my digital video camera, as it is all i have).

i want to play the lottery with the numbers that george clooney told me in this crazy dream i had....

enough for the end of august...
september will add another yr to my personal count...which mean i have one yr less to enjoy things..i better hurry!

i hate pc's...sorry.

off the road

......on the road again.

25anni

un giardino restituisce, dopo 25 anni, un tesoro prezioso, dal valore inestimabile....
una sfera magica dai riflessi gialli e verdi, segnata da tutte le miglia percorse.
segnata da tutte le mani che l'hanno osservata in controluce per ammirarne la bellezza.
segnata dalle mani che se la sono scambiata, merce di scambio assieme ad altre sue simili...e che tesori!
una sfera che ha contribuito ad arricchire chissà quali e quante collezioni di bambina...di bambini che hanno giocato con la magica biglia che è riemersa per ricordare qualcosa dopo venticinque anni....almeno.