Saturday, December 24, 2005
Thursday, December 22, 2005
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
sometimes / ogni tanto

sometimes people are stupid
sometimes people are ignorant
sometimes people don't think before acting
sometimes people are racist
sometimes, someone is all that at the same time
ogni tanto le persone sono stupide
ogni tanto le persone sono ignoranti
ongi tanto le persone non pensano prima di agire
ogni tanto le persone sono razziste
ogni tanto, qualcuno é tutto ció contemporaneamente
Tuesday, December 20, 2005
secret santa / babbo segreto
is there a present you'd love to receive but you're too imbarassed/scared to ask for?
c'é un regalo che vorresti ricevere ma non hai il coraggio di richiedere?
Monday, December 19, 2005
Friday, December 16, 2005
Wednesday, December 14, 2005
aroma

real conversation in a café in a commercial centre, few days ago...
me (smiling): hi, can I have a macchiato please?
barista(?!?, looking at the board): mhh, no sorry, it's not on the "menu"...
(few seconds of silence, my left eyebrow raising)
me: uhm, can't you just make it...even if it's not there?
b (with a teacher's sort of tone): well no, there's no button on the till, so I wouldn't know how much to charge you...
(very long moment of disbelief)
me: just...charge...me...anything...but...make...me...a...macchiato...
b: (silence, looking away for other customers, but there are none)
me: ok ok can I have a cappuccino then?
b (revived): sure...
me (grinning): ...but could you make it really really small in an espresso cup?
the (as if) barista doesn't get my ironic comment and serves me a very watery coffee...bless...
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
Monday, December 12, 2005
xmas out of focus / natale sfuocato

a white xmas is the image we are used to associate with, even if in half the world it's spent under the sun...feet burn in hot sands and hands get cold for handling too many cold cocktails...lambs and turkeys meet same ends, though...boxing day recovery: couch or surf? but all in all, shouldn't we consider who surrounds us and not what?
un bianco natale é quello a cui siamo abituati, anche se in realtá mezzo mondo lo passa sotto il sole...piedi bruciacchiati da roventi sabbie e mani che gelano reggendo troppi cocktails...agnelli e tacchini fanno peró la stessa fine...e come si recupera a s.stefano? divano o surf? ma dopo tutto, non dovrebbe importare chi ti circonda e non cosa?
Sunday, December 11, 2005
Friday, December 09, 2005
kingdom of fear
"You're funny," she said. "You're very strange-and you don't know why, do you?"
"No," I said, "I'm stupid."
"It's because you have the soul of a teenage girl in the body of an elderly dope fiend," she whispered. "That is why you have problems."
Thursday, December 08, 2005
0-2
...essere friulano significa 2 cose: ti piace il vino e tanta sofferenza...grazie lo stesso udin...
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
Tuesday, December 06, 2005

a shed turned boat turned back to a shed won the turner prize...it's called shedboatshed...
a room with the lights going on and off has won the prize...it was called lights on and off...
when will they stop calling this art?
next year I will participate with my drawing...it's about a black bug with sparkly bracers...it's called black bug with sparkly bracers...
una capanna usata come barca e ricostruita come capanna ha vinto il premio turner...l'opera si chiama capannabarcacapanna...
una stanza con luci che si accendevano e spegnevano ha vinto lo stesso premio...si chiamava luci accese e spente...
quando la finiremo di chiamarla arte?
il prossimo anno parteciperó con il mio dipinto...si tratta di un insetto nero con l'apparecchio che luccica...si chiama insetto nero con l'apparecchio che luccica...
time
time is a difficult concept to grasp...you can have a lot of it and don't know what to do with it...you can waste it but feel good...seconds feel like months, years feel like minutes...60 secs 24/7...is it helping or confusing us? when the sun rises before anywhere else, am I a man of the future or are you all creatures of the past?
il tempo é un concetto difficile da comprendere a fondo...ne puoi avere molto a disposizione ma non sapere cosa farne...ne puoi sprecare molto ma sentirti bene...secondi passano come mesi, anni come minuti...60 secondi 24 ore al giorno...aiuto o confusione? quando il sole sorge qui prima che altrove, sono io un uomo del futuro o siete voi creature del passato?
Monday, December 05, 2005
+ 1

40mila allo stadio - 100mila in cittá - 1,5milioni in provincia - migliaia di emigranti nel mondo
+ 1, giá nel futuro, che urlerá con loro
forza ragazzi
40thousand at the stadium - 100thousand in the city - 1.5 million in the province - thousands of emigrants around the world
+ 1, already in the future, who will shout with them
go on, my boys
RIP
blogging is dead...we have done it again...a trend is invented, wisely packaged, sold global, we all want one and we want it now...and the bubble bursts...counterinformation is mainstream, personal blogs have more ads than a private tv...more links, more pings, tag me all over...but only boring people get bored, so it must be me...
bloggare é morto..l'abbiamo combinata di nuovo...un trend viene creato, confezionato, venduto, tutti lo vogliono tutti ce l'hanno...e tutto va a rotoli...controinformazione che diventa peggio dell'informazione, blog personali che hanno piú pubblicitá di un canale privato...voglio piú links, dammi piú pings, categorizzami ancora...ma solo le persone noiose si annoiano, quindi magari é solo colpa mia...
wave

... and as a coral
I'll sacrifice myself
so you'd have
a pink pendant
… and the marks
we have left on the beach
are now swimming
toward unexpected islands
… and I want to live forever
in you
and this would be enough
for me
… our story
didn't happen too early
if it still hurts
I was ready
...e come un corallo
mi sacrificheró
perché tu possa avere
un pendente rosa
...e le impronte
che abbiamo lasciato sulla spiaggia
stanno ora nuotando
verso isole inaspettate
...e voglio vivere per sempre
in te
e tutto ció
mi basterebbe
...la nostra storia
non é arrivata troppo presto
se mi fa ancora male
io ero pronta
Saturday, December 03, 2005
sad princess
Sinking through dark black holes
It's never gonna end
Open gash in my ribcage
It's never gonna mend
Take another picture off the wall
Sinking deeper every time I fall
Each day ends quicker
And my mind gets slower too
As my life just fades away
I wouldn't have a clue
Take another drawer out from the shelf
I'm too weak to do it by myself
Though you had the world at your feet
You could see it I was blind
Had the perfect job called life
You didn't like it you resigned
It's never gonna end
Open gash in my ribcage
It's never gonna mend
Take another picture off the wall
Sinking deeper every time I fall
Each day ends quicker
And my mind gets slower too
As my life just fades away
I wouldn't have a clue
Take another drawer out from the shelf
I'm too weak to do it by myself
Though you had the world at your feet
You could see it I was blind
Had the perfect job called life
You didn't like it you resigned
Lee Yoon-hyung had everything: youth, looks, money, cars, love for the artworks she surrounded herself with, heiress of a multibillionaire empire. She hung herself in her Manhattan loft age 26. Maybe all the things she had, meant nothing when she was alone. Goodbye sad princess, hopefully you've found what you were looking for somewhere else.
Seasons in the Sun
Goodbye to you, my trusted friend
We've known each other since we're nine or ten
Together we climbed hills or trees
Learned of love and ABC's
Skinned our hearts and skinned our knees
Goodbye my friend, it's hard to die
When all the birds are singing in the sky
Now that the spring is in the air
Pretty girls are everywhere
When you see them I'll be there
We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun
But the hills that we climbed
Were just seasons out of time
Goodbye, Papa, please pray for me
I was the black sheep of the family
You tried to teach me right from wrong
Too much wine and too much song
Wonder how I get along
But the wine and the song
like the seasons, all have gone
It's hard to die
When all the bird are singing in the sky
Now that the spring is in the air
With the flowers ev'rywhere
I whish that we could both be there
We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun
But the stars we could reach
Were just starfishs on the beach
Thursday, December 01, 2005
89% of your brain...
...is doing nothing right now...aren't statistics like that annoying? one braincell a second dies...all right, but can you tell me how many do I have, please? 'cause if it's less than 10 I'll start worrying...they take all the romance out of life...last one I've read: in average, a heart beats 3 billion times in a life...you know, I'm sort of counting them now...
non se ne puó piú di statistiche fine a se stesse, perlomeno se non sono accompagnate da ulteriori spiegazioni...l'89% del vostro cervello non sta facendo niente in questo momento: ok, ma usiamo sempre il rimanente 11% finché scoppia o cosa? una cellula del cervello al secondo muore...ma quante ne abbiamo? l'ultima: il cuore batte in media 3 miliardi di volte in una vita...che romantico...in piú ora li sto contando...
sideSwipe

...weird...NZ is double the size of Italy and only 4 millions compared to 60, but still there are problems in finding a car park in Auckland City...check out Ana's other amenities of my new home...
...strano, la NZ é grande il doppio dell'Italia, siamo solo 4 milioni di abitanti e non 60, eppure in centro ad Auckland é un casino trovare parcheggio!...se vi interessano altre storielle sulla mia nuova patria, Ana ne ha delle belle...

















