Category: Viaggi


Edit: Today is the day…💞🎉🎊

Today the old world shall be destroyed.

Tomorrow a new world will be born.

We should be ready, yes?

Every drop of rain that falls in Sahara desert says it all

It’s a miracle

All God’s creations great and small

The Golden Gate and the Taj Mahal

That’s a miracle

Test tube babies being born

Mothers, fathers dead and gone

It’s a miracle

Annunci

4198

Quando lavori pure da un cimitero e il tuo boss (anche chiamato Ti😅) non capisce che cavolo ci sei andata a fare…

Ed i tuoi non capiscono cosa cavolo stai facendo mentre reciti il Credo…xD

Here I am, I’m the master of your destiny,
I am the one the only one, I am the god of kingdom come,
Gimme the prize, just gimme the prize,
Give me your kings, let me squeeze them in my hands,
Your puny princes
Your so-called leaders of your land,
I’ll eat them whole before I’m done,
The battle’s fought and the game is won,
I am the only one
I am the god of kingdom come,
Gimme the prize, just gimme the prize,
Move over, I said move over,
Hey, hey, hey clear the way
There’s no escape from my authority, I tell you
I am the one the only one, I am the god of kingdom come,
Gimme the prize, just gimme the prize,
I am the only one,
I am the god of kingdom come,
Gimme the prize.

4170

Sto per finire di scrivere UT.
Finalmente!
Ho organizzato gli ultimi punti con carta e penna stasera, sul tavolo di marmo verde di Ti mentre lui cucinava solo Dio sapeva cosa di buono.
Sono felice di essere alla fine e sapere finalmente dove Kurt, Linds e Michelle mi stanno portando.
Spero di trovare il tempo di concluderla come si deve.
E poi basta…almeno per un po’, se il topo me lo consente…😅

coral:

My father had taught me to be nice first, because you can always be mean later, but once you’ve been mean to someone, they won’t believe the nice anymore. So be nice, be nice, until it’s time to stop being nice, then destroy them.

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Big day today…
I mean up and runnin’ from 5am to 8pm is normal 😁
Well…all was still very great when this evening I sat on the Chevrolet Darling, put the key in the ignition and gave it the usual twist…
Car didn’t even rev.
Well… nothing 2 worry ‘bout, yo big baby…
Try and try….still nada, no warning lights even…
Oh shit…now I’m getting worried…
Tank was full to the brim…but looked like the gas didn’t reach the engine.
I get out of the car, kneeling to watch under with the smarthone LEDs on and…nothing was leaking.
So I try to rev it one more time and then I get it… I can’t hear the fuel pump running anymore….

Fuck, why this always happens in the middle of nowhere and when it’s raining buckets?!

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Long story short, the Chevrolet Darling is still in a parking lot soaking wet under a shitty rainstorm and very much immovable while I just ditched Ti and a work dinner for the first time ever…

Luck is not at my side it seems…

Not when I had at least 30 kg worth of vintage vinyls in it….shit

Shall I talk?
Or will you whisper it?
The dreadful thing we have squeezed between us.
The mixture of seasons, your old and my new.
The smell of spicy tobacco I call aroma.
My kind of freedom you loathe when you can’t reach me and I finished all your favourites.
The long nights I spend driving and working.
The late dinners you cook just for one to be heated in the oven ‘not the microwave, you infidel!!’
The early Sunday mornings, starting the day with a shower for two, tumble and dry.
You trimming your beard, whistling your favourite pavane.
Me and my Twinings Tea.
You and your enormous shirts, as gigantic as your wardrobe really, and my silk scarves.
The lightbulb in the bathroom mirror you are too lazy to tight properly and irks me to death (note to self: bring needed tools).

Do you know the words for this Ti?
I shan’t say them.
I knew crushes and silly affections and stupidity.
I used to know broken dreams, flat promises and often no’s.
All the wrong sidestreets of naiveté I walked.
I don’t look to you as an older figure – a father figure the most cinical say, they watch so much and they become so blind – I look at you as Ti.
Never old in my eyes, not with that hungry glint you have.

I have no words but I know there’s no turnin’ back now, not after all this time.

And if there will be an end to this someday it will be worth it, glorious and ours for it won’t be a surprise but a choice.

As you said
“Love is a journey best appreciated in the company of two or more. Sunrise to sunset. No time is wasted when it fills the desires in your soul. Be grateful if you have found it.”

“To fall in love is easy, even to remain in it is not difficult; our human loneliness is cause enough. But it is a hard quest worth making to find a comrade through whose steady presence one becomes steadily the person one desires to be.” – Anna Louise Strong

 

Edit 13.43 pm: and my heart breaks at the news…oh we shall never hear your beatific voice again! Oh Montserrat! Sad is the day and darkest is this world! 😭

Cartoline.
Lettere d’amore rimaste nel cassetto.
Lettere d’amore spedite e mai ricevute.
Secretaires.
Brooches.
Cofanetti degni di una regina.
Spazzole e specchi istoriati in argento.
Stole di pelliccia e scialli da gran dama.
Specchi rococò e porcellane inglesi.
Fluté di vetro radioattivo.
Gioielli da lutto.
Bigiotteria da sera.
Statue di giada verde o quarzo.
Applique decò in alabastro e lampade Tiffany.
Carillon che tintinnano melanconia di tempi andati.
Danzatrici esotiche nere e oro.
Servizi da tè che suonano alla brezza e spighe di grano in vetro fine come un capello.
Proiettori di inizio secolo.
Sedie in genuino stile impero.
Calcolatrici a leva.
Grammofoni a matrice di cera.
Tappeti persiani e settee vittoriani.
Pantere a grandezza naturale con occhi che ti seguono e fauci spalancate.
Fotografie osè d’inizio ‘900 e pin-up queens che ammiccano.
Pleniluni in soffitti di nero velluto.
Tiare di diamanti falsi.
Dagherrotipi immusoniti.
Bambole di porcellana e vestiti di seta.
Giochi in latta e cavalli a dondolo.
Cammei di donna e medaglioni d’argento con dediche di persone che non ci sono più…
Raccolte di vecchi short films muti dai dieci ai trenta secondi.
Orologi da panciotto fermi e pendoli che rintoccano alla Winchester mentre Ti fischietta il motivetto con il sigaro fra le labbra.
E fra le mie mani l’ultimo foglio di una lettera…

È tardi, la strada sotto alla mia finestra si fa più silenziosa ancora.
Poso la penna ora ma prima di coricarmi il pensiero si alzerà in volo verso i pochi giorni che abbiamo passato insieme. Perduti nel sole, e nei frutti di un’estate nel quale ci siamo conosciuti ed uniti.
Ci ritroveremo, mia amata Claudia, di ciò non dubitare.
Il tuo più umile servo,
Stefano

God how I’ll miss this place…

Palm trees in black and white…
Last thing I saw before I die…
Right light
Right man
Right time to close your eyes in the white cadillac delight silver chevrolet darling

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I breathe, I still walk, I came, I conquered.
I won.
…and I work on Saturdays… 😅

 

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