Tag Archive: chevrolet darling


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La MTB è in riparazione…deo gracias…e a quanto pare si è fatta meno male della sottoscritta! 😝
Io invece corro come una matta sulla chevrolet darling alla non ci fosse un domani.
Gli affari bisogna prenderli al volo! 😎
Peccato che se si lavora quasi 20 ore al giorno bisogna anche fare i conti con il frigo vuoto e la lavatrice prima o poi…
Questa settimana sono sopravvissuta a latte, biscotti e saikebon notturni e il ciclo malato inizia a vedersi sigh!
Ho sonno…tanto che oggi mi sono coricata 10 minuti alla scrivania ed invece erano passate 2 ore a ronfare….😅
E vabbè dai prima o poi le acque si calmeranno un po’ e potrò godermi un 72 ore di ‘morte cybernetica’ anch’io senza troppi rimorsi…💤🌴🍹🥰

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Pompa della benzina morta sulla chevrolet darling dopo nemmeno sei mesi dalla sostituzione…se ci ho fatto 8000 chilometri dico tanto davvero.

*Avrei tanto voglia di urlare ma conto fino a 10*

*La crocetta sulla mia ossuta e liscia fronte non fa cenno a diminuire*

*Il soppracciglio va su e giù a tic nervoso*

*E troppo, sgancio la cintura di sicurezza ed esco*

Apertura cofano posteriore e rimestaggio finché non trovo la chiave che apre tutte le porte ovvero il piede di porco per le evenienze funeste.

Trovato quello facciamo partire la Chevrolet darling con un po’ di culo e intelligenza quindi vado in cerca di quella testa di ca**o di meccanico che mi ha sostituito la pompa.

Cazzo ho millemila cose da fare!

Sometimes the past labeled ‘Hate’ comes back.
It’s like pushing the trigger of a gun.
The bullet is released and the sound of the shot just cracks in the still air.

For me it can only come back with songs, now.
It’s a good thing ‘cause I control pretty much anything I hear these days for technology is wonder.
Today I wasn’t that lucky and I hate when it happens.

For it’s just songs, not even that good for my tastes, never really liked but still kept in an old music archive.
It was barely 40 minutes – now agony – you said you liked.
Pop, hardly meaning anything profound.

Today it just went straight to my head,
with all those months thinking anything but rationally.
All those years mourning practically nothing.
Me, my cups and the fucking hope.
The sinister glint in my eyes under a canopy of trees long forgotten.
I truly hated for I wasn’t myself.
Search, find and destroy.

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I thank daily every deity for I am still here on this Earth.
For I find I’m not bitter if my triggers stay unreleased.
For if I have known ‘hate’ I did bid it goodbye a long time ago.
I never searched for you, never I will.
I don’t care anymore and in a way it amuses me how needs and feelings can change.
Life.
Sometimes I feel a little blue, I write/work all night (Yes, I write, I still do that!), Consume my poor Chevrolet darling, find the time to nurture and watch my orchids flourish.
Bright colours, fluorescent skies, rolling hills in pale green, the ticking of my bike going down at full speed.
The sounds of morning, sun on my windshield.
It feels like change.
I do have changed in ways I doubt you would understand.
For I love, I share and I try to help.
The past made me what I am.
And it won’t return.

Bite hard at life.

Use your teeth and take big chunks.

Sometimes the pressure is so strong you think you’re gonna lose a few.

Don’t loosen the hold.

You’re going to pull through.

Most of the times failing something is predestined by the noise in our own heads as Ti says.

Work is hard and pressing?

Keep your head down and remain focused.

Don’t stray with ‘what if’s’ don’t lose your mind on unimportant details.

Do. The. Work. And. Bite. Your. Bit. As. Hard. As. Needed.

Then you can relax and enjoy the sun and the wind and il ritmo perpetuo of the world around you.

There’s no rewards without work consuming your bones under the sun.

This is a truth I learned in the last couple of years and I’ve never been more happy to be awake very late hours just to finish what was on the agenda and then awake at 11 o’clock the next day with the relaxing knowledge that I finished the work and I had the next 72 hours free.

I work too much, this week has been just hell.

But rewarding, exhausting and fun.

Fin.

Happy Easter my darlings!

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We have our idiosyncrasies.
Sometimes I truly hate him, so much I want to tackle him and his fucking heavy-lifting frame with my 50 kilograms.
Other days he makes me purr, no-one’s ever done it before.
I could live wrapped around him like a tiny monkey, my arms around his neck and my face in his back…a living backpack.
Better place to sit on his lap and err…well…
I adore him when he drives delicately my chevrolet darling, when he lends me his shirts to use as pajamas (even his defeated look when this happens), his wardrobe, the quality of the morning light through his kitchen window, his cooking, the rings of smoke he blows when he’s thinking hard.
The smile when he understands he’s winning big, the way he goes for it like there’ll be no tomorrow.
How he walks in after we have a fight, totally aplomb.

Ti is still him.
I am still me.
We just walk side by side down the same road.
Happy & Glorious.

Fin.

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Crema solare. Check.

Occhiali da sole. Check.

Mountain Bike revisionata. Check.

Chevrolet darling lavata e lucidata. Check.

Controllo del sistema Kenwood. Check.

Notebook, smartphone e Canon. Check.

Capelli tagliati. Check.

Armadio Primavera/Estate. Check.

Andiamo a mordere l’asfalto e fare soldi.

Sera, tramonto, dopocena, quindi Ti alla guida della chevrolet darling ed è già notte.
“Do you have a thing for him, Fräulein?”
“Whom?”
rispondo, senza pensare mentre controllo lo smartphone.
Silenzio.
Blocco lo schermo e mi volto a guardarlo, il profilo illuminato dai lampioni.
“What were you talking about?”
“Leave it.”
“You sure?”
Non aggiunge niente mentre l’auto corre a velocità stabile fra gallerie e macchie di luna calante.
“Ti.”
“Yes?”
“Have I ever watched someone else the way I look at you?”
No, le fatidiche paroline non mi sono ancora uscite ed inizio a credere che non mi usciranno mai.
Rimane però che fra me e lui non ci sono ombre, un vero record a questo giro di boa.
“Fräulein.”
“Yes?”
“Want breakfast?”
“Famished.”
“Good, my treat, after that is your turn to drive us home.”
“‘kay.”
“SLOWLY.”

Sometimes there’s much more in the hidden thoughts, the unsaid words, the laughter and the quiet.
Running back where everything started.
We haven’t changed.
We are still here.
The first day we met was a dark day, full of bitter facets and scorn.
Yet you’ve came and stayed.
I can be hard at times, evil and difficult.
Still you’re here and you make my world revolve.

La sfiga è affamata di vendetta.

Prima non son stata bene, poi mi sono mandata a quel paese da sola perché non mi posso permettere di fermarmi.

Proprio in quel momento sul Nord-Ovest è calata la mano di gelo polare artico dopo – oso dirlo! – un’estate di San Martino di tre mesi!

Ed io tapina che torno a casa ai 50 all’ora con una strizza da cani.

La chevrolet darling che bene o male teneva la strada in piano con la sua stazza e peso da bisonte, il mio piede tenuto in punta sul pedale e le ruote che scivolavano leggermente ad ogni ripartenza da fermo ma trovavano grip per spingere.

Ed io che stupidamente spero nel traffico fantasma e nel fatto che l’ABS mi avrebbe permesso un minimo di grip…giù di discesa.

Col cavolo…

La poverella ci ha provato, io possibilmente no.

La morale della favola è che la Chevrolet Darling non si è fatta un’emerita mazza, l’auto davanti invece sì…

Io avevo letto che la neve sarebbe arrivata oggi.

C’è il sole.

Tempo di merda.

Punto.

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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.

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

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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