Chi Sono
Indirizzo portoghese: il mio blog sul Portogallo (e anche sul futuro Erasmus a Coimbra)
Ho preso la metro a:
Athinai
Barcelona
Brooklyn
Dublin
Lisboa
London
Madrid
Manhattan
Milano
Napoli
Paris
Praha
Roma
Scelti dalla vita per la vita
About me:
- vivo in Friuli, ma sono al momento in Erasmus a Coimbra
- ho 21 anni ancora per qualche mese
- sono una giurisprudente
- nicotinicamente mi svago da parecchi anni
- sono fortemente interista e fortemente di sinistra
- sono epicurea
- ho in mente tre tatuaggi...λάθε βιώσας, γνῶθι σεαυτόν e Μηδέν άγαν, i precetti della cultura occidentale
- I am an English fanatic
- "Benedicat vos omnipotens Logos: Pater Pythagoras, Filius Archimedes, et Spiritus Sanctus Newtonius"
The Freewheelin'
Jilla
Take
me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship,
My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip,
My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels
To be wanderin'.
I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade
Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way,
I promise to go under it.
Take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind,
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves,
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach,
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free,
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands,
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves,
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.
My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip,
My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels
To be wanderin'.
I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade
Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way,
I promise to go under it.
Take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind,
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves,
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach,
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free,
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands,
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves,
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.
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O sogni o visioni qualcosa la prese e si mise a pensare; Sentì che era un punto al limite di un continente, Sentì che era un niente, l'Atlantico immenso di fronte.
"E assim nas calhas de roda gira, a entreter a razão, esse comboio de corda que se chama coração"
...Still I can't forget about that crazy Macy Gray gig we saw last year...She soooo impressive and I was astonished when I realized she rocks that way.
"Your skin makes me cry"
"Your skin makes me cry"
Yikes! I just came back from holidays and something really crazy occurred, my parents took a really great decision and so our next holiday will be indeed different. I am so fucking excited :-)
Btw, holidays with my boo were simply perfect, as usual, words can't express what he means to me.
Sometimes I feel a bit - just a little - overwhelmed by the amount of things I'll be obliged to do in the next pair of weeks, gotta manage a lot of things but I'm sure that in the end everything will be ready for my huge travel.
And oh I bought a backpack that's the shiznit, for real.
Btw, holidays with my boo were simply perfect, as usual, words can't express what he means to me.
Sometimes I feel a bit - just a little - overwhelmed by the amount of things I'll be obliged to do in the next pair of weeks, gotta manage a lot of things but I'm sure that in the end everything will be ready for my huge travel.
And oh I bought a backpack that's the shiznit, for real.
...A few days ago I found out that my favourite band (Afterhours) was supposed to perform close to my place tomorrow. I felt a bit sad, although I already saw them performing three times, I feel so involved when I listen to their music. I should actually say that I call them "my favourite band" for I never felt such emotions while listening to some rock'n'roll, so I know that other bands reached peaks that the Afterhours won't ever reach, but their opinion about people and events is so similar to mine that I always feel impressed.
Anyway, I looked up on their website and suddendly realized that the date of the jam had been changed. OMG! So this means I can see them once again, right before leaving Italy.
Btw, as I wrote before, I'm leaving for a couple of weeks, I'll spend some time chillin' with my buddy.
Anyway, I looked up on their website and suddendly realized that the date of the jam had been changed. OMG! So this means I can see them once again, right before leaving Italy.
Btw, as I wrote before, I'm leaving for a couple of weeks, I'll spend some time chillin' with my buddy.
Ok, starting from today I'll stop blogging in Italian, that's because I frequently *think in English* and so I feel like I'm in need of a serious training. Though I know that the Erasmus project will help me, because I'll be able to speak Italian just as a further language, speaking English as a mothertongue is something I'd really love to achieve in my life. From time to time I think about that day in NYC, when an American chick, while dealing Quaker snacks, told me she couldn't help me because she wasn't a newyorker "but which part of the US do you come from?"... So, as Radiohead would say, for a minute, there, I lost myself.
I can't really stop thinkin' about life, or maybe I should say about life flowing into myself and spreading itself across the universe. I feel so small and limited while thinking about this, but there's something I think I know: there are some Countries where I feel safe and they make me feel like I am free again. So when I walk around Udine, there's something that reminds me about an avenue in NYC, a square in London, a rua in Lisbon, a boulevard in Paris, a ulicka in Praha...And that's all I need, indeed.
I'ma leave this blog by itself for a couple of weeks, for I'll spend some time with my mate.
I can't really stop thinkin' about life, or maybe I should say about life flowing into myself and spreading itself across the universe. I feel so small and limited while thinking about this, but there's something I think I know: there are some Countries where I feel safe and they make me feel like I am free again. So when I walk around Udine, there's something that reminds me about an avenue in NYC, a square in London, a rua in Lisbon, a boulevard in Paris, a ulicka in Praha...And that's all I need, indeed.
I'ma leave this blog by itself for a couple of weeks, for I'll spend some time with my mate.
Scritto da: narcisadivetro alle ore 10:47 | link | commenti | Categoria: love, myself, erasmus, nyc , travelling without moving
Allora, già faccio fatica a sopportare i comici, tantomeno gli sfigati di Colorado Cafè, poi scopro pure che mi pigliano per il culo IL FRANCESCONE NAZIONALE, ma direi anche al culo tutto il resto.
Io ora mi alzo tardi tutti i giorni, tiro sempre a far mattino,
le carte poi il caffè della stazione per neutralizzare il vino,
ma non ho scuse da portare, non dico più d'esser poeta,
non ho utopie da realizzare: stare a letto il giorno dopo è forse l'unica mia meta.
le carte poi il caffè della stazione per neutralizzare il vino,
ma non ho scuse da portare, non dico più d'esser poeta,
non ho utopie da realizzare: stare a letto il giorno dopo è forse l'unica mia meta.
Mi piace trascorrere ore in diverse librerie e trovare ciò che cerco e qualcosa di inconsueto. Oggi ho incontrato con lo sguardo una copertina, con disegnato un paesaggio che mi è sembrato immediatamente familiare, ma certo, il Patio da Universidade! E' un romanzo ambientato nella Coimbra del Settecento e l'ho trovato in una di quelle librerie che appaiono e scompaiono, di tanto in tanto, biblioteca itinerante di refusi e avanzi di magazzino.
Mi accingo alla visione di Sostiene Pereira.
Tua prigioniera babe, della tua essenza / Per il mio sangue è già, già dipendenza.
Some things are meant to be.
Some things are meant to be.
