It’s hard to fit… to arrange… a life.
To completely change road when you start to know the one you’re walking on.
I passed my entire life to relinquish everything,
like in a strange inspiration of asceticism,
to find myself.
But now I have to start to have ambition,
taking everything,
and the more I can,
for me.
That’s not only the derail I was searching for,
that’s a real sheer.
I passed many years to dream,
sure that my dreams was just… the real world.
Now I feel the necessity to make those dream come true,
to make them the reality of my life.
I need to feel,
and to be,
someone.
Isn’t that… human?
Unfortunately,
every élan, hope, push,
that I have
dies inevitably in the exact moment in which I realize that success is done of
endless, pathetic, daily grinds.
That’s my main problem,
I am a forefront man,
I am a racer born for the short distances,
a naturally martyr.
I should have died younger
-when I had the occasion to do so-
following the ideas I believed in,
before comprehending they was utopy.
This damn society ripped out from me the ability once I had,
to express myself,
banishing me to a sterile and repetitive work.
What should I do?
Who am I?
What do I want?
Once again, I have to start again, from the beginning.
But this time I want to start from me,
and to be the subject of my present.
Of my work.
Maybe I should learn from the wind.
Italian
Vorrei imparare dal vento a respirare,
dalla pioggia a cadere,
dalla corrente a portare
le cose dove non vogliono andare
e avere la pazienza delle onde di andare e venire,
ricominciare a fluire.
Un aereo passa veloce
e io mi fermo a pensare a
tutti quelli che partono,
scappano o sono sospesi
per giorni, mesi, anni
in cui ti senti come uno
che si è perso tra obbiettivi
ogni volta più grandi.
Succede perché, in un instante
tutto il resto diventa invisibile,
privo di senso e irraggiungibile per me,
succede perché fingo che va sempre tutto bene
ma non lo penso in fondo.
Torneremo ad avere più tempo,
e a camminare per le strade
che abbiamo scelto,
che a volte fanno male,
per avere la pazienza delle onde
di andare e venire,
e non riesci a capire .
Succede perché, in un instante tutto il resto
diventa invisibile,
privo di senso e irraggiungibile per me,
succede anche se il vento porta tutto via con se,
vivendo e ricominciare a fluire
ricominciare a fluire
ricominciare a fluire
ricominciare a fluire…
English
I wish I could learn from the wind to breathe,
from the rain to fall,
from the current to lead
things where they do not want to go
And have the patience of the waves to come and go,
come back to flow.
An airplane passes fast
And I stop to think about
everyone that are departing,
that run away or are just hanging
For days, months, years
Where you feel like someone
that is lost between always
larger goals.
It happens because, in an instant
Everything else becomes invisible,
Devoid of meaning and unattainable for me,
That happens because I pretend that everything always goes well
But I don’t think so, at last.
We will return to have more time,
And to walk on the streets
that we have chosen,
That sometimes hurt,
To have the patience of the waves
to come, and go
And you are unable to understand.
It happens because, in an instant
Everything else becomes invisible,
Devoid of meaning and unattainable for me,
It happens even if the wind brings everything away with it,
living… and come back to flow, again.
come back to flow
come back to flow
come back to flow…
Some days ago I was wandering around Venice with no destination.
It was a wonderful wintry day, with a bright sun and clear sky.
So bright and so clear that I didn’t take any photo, for the fear to stain it.
I was very peacefully, and pleased.
So much that I was thinking… on how much time I passed to lie to myself.
Ofter we achieve consciousness of our real position when we stop for a while, watching ourselves from another point of view, like in a happy or quiet moment.
So I was wandering in the light, like in an ancient portrait of a unmanned Venice with no people or tourist around, thinking about my departure planned for the last days of 2007.
Am I departing, or am I escaping?
People face off every day the monotony of their life with regular resignation.
The choices that I’m doing, bring me somewhere else.
Anywhere else “somewhere” is, I hope it is somewhere very far from here.
To derail is the only solution.
All the strains that I will do from now and in the upcoming years will be spent with the objective of take-out my creativity from the barren desert where I jailed her.
It will be a long and hard journey, but until now I don’t believe that anything else would worth my time.
Looking back, I can say that it was really a busy year.
I started to enjoy photography one year ago, and in one year, looking my old photos, I can say I really did giant steps.
Some weeks ago I changed the way you browse the photos, now they can be seen in full size by everyone with a new green “enlarge” arrow, also, the photos can be browsed inside the website so I can see wich photos you look.
That is also preparative cause I’m working to add comments and voting system for each photo.
Feedback is very important for me.
Also, I published A LOT of new photos that I did in my holiday at the edge of the year in Cuneo, Piemonte.
I have not created a separate “personal trip” gallery, cause even if the nice photos was nearly a hundred, I preferred to insert them in the thematic galleries.
You can see them with the useful page Recent Photos, that I enlarged for the occasion.
What else to say… I have a lot of photos to photo-edit, but I will publish them in the 2008 gallery or otherwise the work would be useless.
In the meantime, I also did a photo that I was hunting by three months.
I dedicate it to everyone helped me in this months, to Lara, to Gaia, and everyone else.
Thank you!
One year of full-time activity for me, expecially for this website.
This last two months this website was a little unattended, I had a lot of other things to do for myself.
But in the meantime it changed a lot, I fixed up the Feel section, cause it’s important for me to show to other people what I like and what it’s my opinion about it.
Also, I taked that occasion to translate some italian lyrics that I like.
I will do that several times in the future, cause some songs can speak more than thousand words.
Actually I translated only Come L’Aria by Tiromancino and Il Coniglio by Giorgio Gaber.
To put the artist of each song as the first article of each category, I used the plugin AStickyPostOrder by AndreSC.
Also, I improved the browseability of the website with Internet Explorer 7 resolving a bug with a trick.
I hate Internet Explorer.
Also, I did a lot of things in the photography section, I described the news in this post.
2008 will be a wanderful year, I can feel it.
Thanks to all my supporters!
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