Tag Archive: summertime


4540

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…💤🌴🍹🥰

Annunci

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!

Oh,

Those shades leaden with so near blinding sun heat.

Black asphalt to run on carefree.

Me double mirrored on his sunglasses.

No places to be.

Sand under my naked feet.

Sweet smelling jasmine and ice-mint whiskeys.

My big dark blue straw hat, yes just the one that gives me that 30s diva look and he always fingers up to watch my eyes.

And that road never-ending under a sky so blue.

I was just so happy in those 3 days, Ti.

The sea scent lingering, the torches still lit and the laughter ringing in my ears.

“Are you daydreaming, Fräulein?”

“What if I do?”

“Keep your dreams close.”

I just smile, tightening my hold on his hand.

“I think I shall.”

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

IMG_20180906_1936441

IMG_20180906_193658

 






D’estate, quasi sempre, riprendo in mano i miei libri…si sá che vivo solo di notte con ‘sti caldi…

Ed ogni volta che inizio mi cade l’occhio sui miei andrinople.
Tento di resistere, inutile davvero.
Finisco che li apro al solito modo.
Mi perdo.

È qualcosa di più che un’infatuazione per caratteri d’inchiostro e carta rilegata.
È un mondo che conosco a memoria, capace di risucchiarmi negli anni fra il 1880 ed il 1920 in una comunione di sensi e spiriti insieme alla prima persona della Imperatrice.

Quella bilogia rimane una delle mie letture più belle e private.
Un pilastro dal quale ho attinto anch’io inverosimilmente con Steps anche se non sembrerebbe…

Volete la mia Bibbia? Leggetevi Hannàh ed Imperatrice.

3332

Sometimes I find myself thinking about dualities.
A story can be written twice and be the same yet completely different.
Sometimes I get lost in a spiral of intrusive thoughts and find myself lacking.
That’s when I change my road even a little.
A couple of hours out, watching flames or waves.
Under a sun strong enough to melt my bones.
Shining light in the cave that is my brain where echoes never stop.

I’m loathing to leave…
The last few days have been…
Still time just evaporated.
Seeing my face in the mirror with ‘the look’ and a permanent smile is quite alluring…
I could actually swap my plane ticket and do believe me I’m very very tempted.

Need you baby, more, more, more, more
Need you baby, like I breathe you, baby

There are shorter days…

Pears and California, ice-cold tea and lemon flavoured pastries.

Afternoons quietly passing watching the hula girl swaying her hips on the windshield.

Curves and highs and lows, speeding up getting there.

Summer’s going to be gone soon and we’re still on the road joking about being young and drinking margaritas while playing domino.

Watching the city teens getting past drunk on their nights out from behind the peach flavored vodka bottle.

Stealing a few swigs of your dad whiskey stash with low curses and burnin tongues and cigarette butts filling the car ashtray.

Colourful fairy lights on the porch and candles in the jars burning low.

Summer will be gone too soon at this rate.

Give me the theory and I shall spin our story while the dragonflies play into the darkness and the bonfire dies into tomorrow.

Human Pages

The Best of History, Literature, Art & Religion

The Travellothoner

Travel, Running, Fitness, Life, Writing.

Let's Support Them

Make them smile and happy

The Paper Drafts

Creating art, poetry, and fiction.

Natalie Breuer

Natalie. Writer. Photographer. Etc.

The Alchemist's Studio

Raku pottery, vases, and gifts

The Depth of Now

Stay Curious

thedihedral.wordpress.com/

Climbing, Outdoors, Life!

The Renegade Press

Tales from the mouth of a wolf

Discover

A daily selection of the best content published on WordPress, collected for you by humans who love to read.

Demoni di EFP

Una grande minaccia infesta EFP e l’intero mondo delle fanfictions! Le storie squallide!

The Minds of ...

Nelphaell Simblr (Hyde)

INTJ:Break-The-Chain

Empower Yourself

unbolt me

the literary asylum

Poetica di Viaggio

Equilibrio tra preparazione e improvvisazione, tra emozione e razionalità

Bikes Philosophy

We're gonna travel the world by bike to spread love, respect and culture of bicycle all over!

Doduck

Lo stagismo è il primo passo per la conquista del mondo.

Racconti ondivaghi che alla fine parlano sempre di amore

“Ships are safe in a harbour, but that’s not what ships are made for”

RUMORE

Interferenze radio e disturbi di segnale

Tea Leaves and Reads

“As always, one of her books was next to her.” ― Markus Zusak

Mathew Lyons

WRITER & HISTORIAN

Livelines

«Sono una figura di un romanzo ancora da scrivere, che passa aerea e sfaldata senza aver avuto una realtà, fra i sogni di chi non ha saputo completarmi». [Pessoa]

Ps: Fun & Travels

Ami viaggiare? Sei sul sito giusto!

Fools Journal

Magazine di cultura: letteratura, fotografia, arte, moda, queer life, eventi, musica, cinema, attualità

Dimension Gate

"All worlds, all of time are yours to explore"

UnTipoQualunque

Cose che mi piacciono trattate con semplicità.

Gio. ✎

Avete presente quegli scomodi abiti vittoriani? Quelli con la gonna che strascica un po' per terra, gonfiata sul di dietro dalla tournure? Quelli con i corsetti strettissimi e i colletti alti che solleticano il collo? Ecco. Io non vorrei indossare altro.

April is such a Cursed month

Permanent wounds that never heal.

dodicirighe

...di più equivale a straparlare.

Vivoescrivo

God Hates Us All!

Fools Journal

Magazine di cultura: letteratura, fotografia, arte, moda, queer life, eventi, musica, cinema, attualità

Anette Olzon Italia

Your first Italian source about Anette Olzon

Show me a garden that's bursting into life

I'm contemplating thinking about thinking

Kathryn Dawson Photography

"Vision is the Art of seeing the invisible" - Jonathon Swift -

Briciolanellatte Weblog

Navigare con attenzione, il blog si sbriciola facilmente

the m0vie blog

an Irish nerd's eye look at the world of film

TheCoevas official blog

Strumentisti di Parole/Musicians of words

Meanwhile, back at the ranch...

music, poetry, musings, photography and philosophy from a woman who found her way back home and wants you to come over for a hike and a cocktail.

F. H. Hakansson

F. H. Hakansson - Writer