mercoledì 31 ottobre 2007

non ne sono sicurissimo, però....

passeggiando per il web, ho trovato questo sito : non il solito "dimmi di che colore hai gli occhi e ti dirò chi sei", bensì "dimmi quando sei nato e ti dirò chi eri".
e questo è quello che, a quanto pare, ero nella vita che ho vissuto prima di quella attuale.

Your past life diagnosis:
I don't know how you feel about it, but you were female in your last earthly incarnation.You were born somewhere in the territory of modern Northern England around the year 1250. Your profession was that of a shepherd, horseman or forester.
Your brief psychological profile in your past life:
Person with huge energy, good in planning and supervising. If you were just garbage-man, you were chief garbage-man.
The lesson that your last past life brought to your present incarnation:
You are bound to solve problems of pollution of environment, recycling, misuse of raw materials, elimination of radioactivity by all means including psychological methods.
Do you remember now?

well... not really.... ;-)

sabato 27 ottobre 2007

I just can't do without music... how could I express my feelings, my emotions, my soul without the great power of sounds and words?
could I be alive without music? could WE be alive without it?

how many smiles, how many tears, how many people, colours, scents, can be merged into a single sound.. and how much music can we find inside people...

martedì 23 ottobre 2007

a very good memory

I was thinking about my high-school days, about how we used to spend all our Saturdays fooling around, chilling with friends, planning our future.. and this song simply came across my mind. of course, I immediately looked for it on youtube and re-posted it here on my blog.
how strong and mighty did we use to feel! and how I wish those days came back to me..

giovedì 4 ottobre 2007


torna l'autunno. e sto bene.
tornano i miei colori, i miei profumi, le mie atmosfere...
il profumo dell'uva per le strade, della prima legna bruciata e delle prime castagne; il sapore del vino e del tè caldo dopo lezione; la nebbia mattutina che abbraccia i primi tzigani che popolano le vie pavesi, i quali, con le loro melodie, ci accompagnano verso l'università; il profumo delle torte appena sfornate che si diffonde per il dipartimento, la mattina.
ed i ricordi che riaffiorano, come ogni autunno, a riscaldarmi il cuore.

way out into the sunshine
expecting to crash, but I'm tied to a string.
look at me, I'm a tangled puppet
I might be a mess but I sure can survive.