endless
wearing cold blue skin
I, weightless, become the sky
and fall over the horizon
holding up the shameless stars
will my soul cast a shadow?
will I ever come back home?
will I ever sleep again in my timeless cosmic night?
Monday, December 11, 2006
Sunday, October 29, 2006
blueeyebrowneye
for the buddhists out there, this is what rosie might have looked in a previous life...
Saturday, September 30, 2006
meow
i opened the blog a year ago with mothercat, this is just to reassure all readers that she still rules the house...
Monday, September 11, 2006
cinquecento
... and legend goes i was conceived in a black one of these "bambina" ... good old 70s ...
Saturday, September 09, 2006
mission bay
it's finally spring in nz, so here the first photos since we came out of hibernation
trees are waking up
and even if the city looks cold
it's nothing a good glass of wine can't fix
trees are waking up
and even if the city looks cold
it's nothing a good glass of wine can't fix
Sunday, August 06, 2006
x
dear generation x,
i would like to buy some rock cds and some new shoes, so would you please stop giving money to your teenager kids who listen to boy bands and wear white trainers?
regards,
ex grunge kid
still
i was the one you talked to all night
but you would spend it with someone else
i was the one who wrote love songs
but you listened to someone else
i was the one who could listen
but you confessed to someone else
i was the one you watched, in the strobo light, at the disco
but your arms were around someone else
i was the one you liked to pass your fingers in that crazy hair
but you liked to go hand in hand with someone else
i was the one who made you laugh
but you were crying for someone else
i was the one you talked to on the phone for hours
but you watched tv with someone else
i was the one you asked advice on what to wear
but you undressed for someone else
i was the one to pull your hair back
but you got drunk with someone else
i was the one who thought you were the one
and you, still, don't know
but you would spend it with someone else
i was the one who wrote love songs
but you listened to someone else
i was the one who could listen
but you confessed to someone else
i was the one you watched, in the strobo light, at the disco
but your arms were around someone else
i was the one you liked to pass your fingers in that crazy hair
but you liked to go hand in hand with someone else
i was the one who made you laugh
but you were crying for someone else
i was the one you talked to on the phone for hours
but you watched tv with someone else
i was the one you asked advice on what to wear
but you undressed for someone else
i was the one to pull your hair back
but you got drunk with someone else
i was the one who thought you were the one
and you, still, don't know
Monday, July 31, 2006
vero amore...
... é la morosa che torna da melbourne con le merendine e la ciobar! english breakfast anybody?
un po' di stile per cortesia...
ps i feel compelled to write only when it's something interesting, and not only on a personal level...but i have lost the right writing mood even though i'm sure it will come back...did the same happen to you jiji? where did you disappear? different story for transience, however her retreat is understandable and becomes one less source of beauty on a web getting uglier every day...but it must be wintertime...at least here, at the opposite side of the world.
