home sweet home

la più grande azienda di mobili spazzatura al mondo ha lanciato una campagna pubblicitaria cinematografica, a[S]fissionistica...(e credo anche televisiva) veramente 'impressionante'.

il concetto è semplice:
se ami la tua casa.....
.....[perchè cavolo dovresti metterci dentro dei mobili spazzatura?].

dinamiche sociali

singoli individui apparentemente intelligenti quando inseriti in un contesto sociale un pò più complesso divengono singoli individui decisamente stupidi.

ultimamente all'asilo succedo cose strane, e sinceramente ne rimango sempre più sconvolta....

che popolo!

quando a metà del tunnel il comandante in capo del northern line southbound train ha annunciato 'this train will terminate at the next stop - all passengers are kindly requested to take all their belongings with them" tutti i passeggeri del vagone, scrivente esclusa, si sono alzati di scatto e si sono accalcati alle porte...peccato che il tempo di percorrenza tra una fermata e l'altra sia molto lungo e che tutti sapevamo che il treno sarebbe terminato li....così, quando le sue parole hanno finito di risuonare nel vagone, ho pensato: che popolo!

free

So free for the moment
Lost somewhere between the earth and the sky
So free for the moment
Lost because I wanna be lost
Don't try to find me

one am. tiredness kicks in but my mind is resisting my body...it is searching for words to express some unshaped thoughts. it's a struggle that makes me search for shelter in other people's lyrics and notes...at times results are completely irrelevant, some other times they are simply perfect...that's the power of music.

[i close my eyes and i turn around, and leave it all behind. what could i do? what would you do?]


And you live your life with your arms reached out.
Eye to eye when speaking.
Enter rooms with great joy shouts,
happy to be meeting.

...

Even if I'm shouting, even if I'm shouting here inside.
Even if I'm shouting, do you see that I'm wanting,
that I want to be so bright, bright,
bright as yellow, warm as yellow.

on loss

i lost the front light somewhere between longacre and westminster bridge. i lost all the contacts in my mobile phone, which i have not lost but it has lost me. i lost my way home once again. i lost interesent in too many conversations. i finally lost my red hairband. i lost connection to reality. i lost innocence yet another time.

i have never lost furnitures. sorry p, take it as a sign for a wind of change...you can come for breakfast or friends anytime you like, first time's on me!

on cycling

everytime i can only guess how long it is going to take me to move across london from one point to the other.
too many unknown parameters play a role in the definition of time...the state of the mind, the state of the body, the music feeding into my ears, the foxes, the state of the bycicle....the glances i share with passers by or tourists...the constant search for a new route...

somehow everything falls into place and i get this sense of peace...

into the blue

time

since 24th sept nothing much has happened:
new flat. no furniture. communication problems. new jobs. new back tire. one offer. one goodbye. one success. some failures. one struggle.

i discovered that the man in the black&red uniform goes round the block even on sundays.
at three o'clock am there were more foxes than humans on my ride home.