This is NOT 3. sharing happiness

This is NOT 2. how to come up with good ideas

This is NOT 1. a phone call

pas  !!!!!

"You must be very patient," replied the fox.

this is a story which starts more than two years ago

when I was a waitress in that italian restaurant in the most beautiful city on earth

and u came to have dinner

this is a story of how I remember the way u looked at me and the way u talked to me few days later when I met u by chance in the park

this is a story of how I met u one year later in the same city to have a glass of wine

of how I ran away because u made me so nervous

of how we started talking through the distance

and a story of me now looking forward to seeing u again

"You must be very patient," replied the fox.
First you'll sit down at a little distance from me – like that – in the grass.
I shall look at you out of the corner of my eye, and you will say nothing.
Words are the source of misunderstandings.
But you'll sit a little closer to me, every day…"

The next day the little prince came back.

"It would have been better to come back at the same hour," said the fox.
"If for example, you came at four o'clock in the afternoon, then at three o'clock
I shall begin to be happy. I shall feel happier and happier as the hour advances.
At four o'clock, I shall be worrying and jumping about. I shall show you how happy I am!
But if you come at just any time, I shall never know at what hour
my heart is ready to greet you… One must observe the proper rites…"

sweet disposition

sweet disposition

di vino

if u wanna taste good wine, there is no other way than making it good. waiting. taking care of it. treasuring it. only by then u can really appreciate it. I do love the way wine teaches me that. the way it looks in its glass, turning the world upside down, for u to drink it and to be happy.

sometimes it lasts

my own true love

I did not resist

bought myself spanish boots of spanish leather

and I do feel already like Joan Baez or maybe.. like Bob Dylan, still not sure... I want these boots to walk soon in California :)

ciao sai?

tu ancora dormi e non lo sai, non ci credi

che il mio cuore non dorme più accanto al tuo

che i cassetti, gli armadi e le finestre decorate

saranno vuoti al tuo risveglio

dormi, come hai sempre fatto

lontano da ciò che raccontavo, lontano se io piangevo

dormi e sorridi, perché in fondo è giusto così, tu sei fatto così

con tutto il mio cuore, che un tempo ha battuto per te, ti auguro di trovare la felicità

insieme a qualcuno o no, dipende in gran parte da te

io ora vado, perché quella felicità la voglio, più di ogni altra cosa al mondo

e so che per trovarla

devo varcare questa porta

spero porterai un buon ricordo di me nel tempo, ovunque andrai

che sorriderai pensando a noi, impreparati e immaturi

e sempre troppo arrabbiati

che guarderai indietro e capirai

il perché di questo mio saluto.

nein!

two big blue eyes came to play with me during lunch today

with curly blond hair and a funny "dwarfy" face

this little person probably just learned how to say "no", because all he would do was running around telling the table, telling the paper, telling the ball: "nein!"

I had to think how important must feel the achievement of such a big simple word, to finally have his voice and state out loud what is NOT ok

and I had to notice that since everyone is so tall in Germany, when a little kid at the restaurant of the University runs around like a video game, he looks even smaller

small in a world of giants, nevertheless strongly yelling at everyone "neeein!"

some... but where?!

yesterday I stayed longer at the office, everybody left long before, the sky was pink and I found myself so comfortable at my desk with my little lamp, that I did not even want to rush home

truth to be told I was so lazy that having had a couch in the room I could have fallen asleep right there

when I walked to the tram the whole city was already quite quiet and almost warm, slightly windy, but in a nice way

a car stopped waiting for the light and I could hear the music playing from the open window

I pretended it was u in that car, following me home on these notes

if I could tonight... because we might not get tomorrow!

ok, the levels of craziness are over the top

I don't care anymore and I do whatever I feel like doing

lunch break is this song and dancing in the office

yes, I locked the door, because it's always a clinic and I have to protect crazy patients and coworkers from my crazy moments

never be afraid

no price label, please

I could have been quite pissed today when the cable of my computer stopped working... 79 euros... damn it

but the fact that I had to get on purpose to the store to buy it simply gave me one of the most pleasant walk in this unexpected sunny and warm afternoon... a stracciatella gelato, my red dress, my old boots, my hair in the wind... I felt so free

things get broken, they have a price to fix them or to replace them

but that beautiful sensation I had walking on the street in the Sun, luckily there was no price label attached on that one

the line of memories

the line of memories is not straight

it looks straight to us but it's not

carries bias with it self, carries dreams and colors, which were not there

and it does because we cannot help to be painters in our minds

and we paint those walls like we would in our house

the way we like to find it in the evening when falling asleep and walls are around us like a hug

it's nobody's fault

but the line of memories is not a truth, it's our truth, with our meanings

it can be the most beautiful and dangerous thing, we have to remember that in that line there is always some lie

which keeps us some company when we need it

because everything we put in there did not come only through our eyes, but from our hearts

and a heart is easily too passionate to be rational

Hey, Soul Sister

if a guy on the street selling fruits wants to gave u an apple, as a gift, telling u that u remind him of snow white

what do u do?

in the first place u smile

in the second place u ask him if it will end like it did for snow white when she ate that apple

then he smiles and tells u that it will but without the part where she falls almost dead, he smiles again and says that maybe he should change his line with a less dangerous story

in the third place u laugh too and remind him of another story where the apple is involved, which is the adam and eve one, also not leading to good results

but in the fourth place u take the apple and, like in a movie, u say that u take the risk, because u really like apples

;o)

nothing as real as

My biggest luck is also my biggest pain ... having met a person as amazing as u, because whatever came after, was never even close to what u are, what u have been and what u brought into my Life

I feel blessed anyways for having crossed ur path, even if it meant to feel this way about the World

otherwise I would have been blind for my whole Life, having no idea

"And the more she could imagine this island, the less she liked the real world. The more she could imagine the people, the less she liked any real people. [...] It got until she didn’t belong anywhere. It got so nobody was good enough, refined enough, real enough. [...] Nothing was as real as her imagined world."

my concept of romantic honesty

Eventually, it's Autumn, again.

oooh Yayo... take me to Paris soon.

ran into this lovely singer thanks to Fuck you Very much.

hunger.

if someone is always hungry at the wrong times of the day and hungry of special things, especially those which are out of season and not easily available

what could this possibly mean?

mmh.