Friday, September 30, 2011

Falling in Love

Ignorantly is how we all fall in love; for it is a kind of fall. Closing our eyes, we leap from that cliff in hope of a soft landing. Nor is it always soft; but still, without that leap nobody comes to life.

--- Salman Rushdie, "The Moor's Last Sigh"

Ignorantemente noi tutti ci innamoriamo; è un tipo di caduta. Chiudendo gli occhi, saltiamo da quella scogliera nella speranza di un atterraggio morbido. E non è sempre morbido, ma comunque, senza quel salto nessuno prende vita.

--- Salman Rushdie, "L'ultimo Sospiro del Moro"

Monday, September 26, 2011

Thursday, September 22, 2011

Tuesday, September 20, 2011


- That god who made her,
how could he
have let her go? Was he blind?
- This wonder is not the result of blindness:
she is a woman, and a sinuous vine.
- It is thus proved:
Nothing in this world was created!

--- Octavio Paz

Wednesday, September 14, 2011


Per la ragazza piu bella del mondo.

il mio desiderio piu intenso, piu profondo
cosi dolce, cosi morbido, pallore divino!
il tuo seno, un capolavoro

--- dreamcatcher

Monday, September 05, 2011


You smiled, you spoke, and I believed;
By every word and smile deceived.
Another man would hope no more;
Nor hope I what I hoped before:
But let not this last wish be vain;
Deceive, deceive me once again.

--- Walter Savage Landor

Thursday, September 01, 2011

Choose life! Or not!

Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars .... Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life...

But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons ... ?