For me … love have always had a basic role … in my life.
To Love, have always been my way To Live with other people.
And just cause I loved so much different persons,
indeed,
what I really loved was love itself.

When it happened to me for the first time, I was 19.
She was beautiful, and young, even if our age was the same.
I still remember her eyes, when we made love for the first time.
Yes. Before that day, I was never loved by someone else, with body, and heart.

I lost her, and others like her in the next years,
cause even if I have always been a very good lover,
I never understood how to be loved by others.

Be loved… an art that is unknown to the more, and that now, finally, I’m starting to understand.

In that objective, finally, I see my rebirth.

Now,
that I blush when I look the moon in her eyes,
that I upset when the wind strokes me,
that I smile when the sun kisses me,
that I feel hedged in when I’m under a tree’s shadow
that I’m happy, when I make love with the sea.

Now,
I’m, ready to be loved.
Even by myself.

Now that I have a little time, I just want to spent it to praise photography.

For me, photography is much than a form of art.
For me, photography is a metaphor of life itself.

It is being in the right place,
in the right moment,
ready.

Isn’t that the meaning of life?

In it’s short life, a person can barely choose what to do.
Placing itself in the right places, surrounding itself with the right persons, ripping off every piece of hope to move toward it’s future.
Being able to do it knowing when it is the moment to do it, and knowing how to do it best, in relation to others.
That… that worths it all.

Chances like that, of course, just occur rarely in a lifetime.

Being ready to catch them, is the final step.

Yes.
Cause life,
indeed,
it’s a continuous preparation to life.

I can handle that.
I can.
I want.
I will.

Life is really a slippery thing.

I’m full of things to do,
my work steals me most part of the day,
and my attempts to escape from what’s apart from it do the rest.

However, I’m full of ideas for that blog, and I’m sure I’ll start to wrote a lot more in a month or two.

Just cause I heard it after a lot of time, thanks to the “shuffle” function of my new IPod, I post there “Blissed and Gone”, by Smashing Pumpkins.

Smashing Pumpkins, (or I should say Billy Corgan) , was always been one of my favourite international groups.
I overshooted one of their first concert togheter after a lot of time for an hacky attempt of god of killing me on the Venice Heineken Jammin Festival 2007.

Here is “Blissed And Gone”, one of their best and less known songs:

The sun has blessed
the rays are gone
and all the kids have left their tears
and gone home.

Sweet 17, sour 29
and I can’t explain myself
what I hoped to find
You were all so kind
when I was near

And if you’re still feeling down
then maybe you need me around
to love and hold you
Don’t say I hadn’t told you so:
maybe you need me around

I had no luck
I had no shame
I had no cause, just 17 days of rain
and you in my eyes

Just one more song
to slay this earth
And I can’t explain myself,
just what its worth
it was all I had
but not all I need
And I can’t escape the fact
that I still bleed.

And if you’re still feeling down
and if it seems way too loud
then maybe you need me around

I had no voice
I had no drive
I had no choice
I done my time
I had myself
I had my band
I had my love
I had no hand in watching it all
fall apart.

And if you’re still feeling down
then maybe you need me around
to lift and scold you
to send you crashing all right now
maybe you need me around.