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June 2012
9 posts
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The Rock
The heat is impossible to bare. The small strip of sand like on any italian beach is full with people. I try to escape into the shallow sea but its blue waters are inaccessible. People play volleyball, lie lazy on floating mattress near the shore or simply stand at hip high in the sea, talking and looking at others.
The sun burns my skin and its reflection on the crystal waters blinds me.
I...
Ficus
Going around my village i see something that hasn’t disappeared from my childhood. A giant ficus in the small patch of land, once filled with grapes now used by olive trees.
My favourite time was the tomato sauce making.
Early start for the men, at 4 am to go and prepare the fire, tools and collect the tomatoes. The ‘women’ would arrive later, clean the recipients, make...
Salty lips
I am trapped on a small patch of sand between a turquoise, calm transparent water and a million years old sand dunes where, low green spiky plant survive the constant erosion from the scorching sun.
The sun is the king of a blue, blue sky. The ‘big strip’ as local call this beach is the only one which stands on an open bay where the wind raises in the afternoons and there no houses...
Primordial seas
The sea in its perpetual change has been on earth for millions years.
As a child the first time i went to the sea i gave my body and soul to it; i became part of it and the sea entered in me.
I am drawn to follow the same steps, feel the same joy, now just like the first time.
When i come back to the first sea, the one i have got in me my body recognise it elevating itself to happiness and...
A silver green carpet
The airplane struggles down the heavy clouds.
It sees a gap and makes its way to land. This land has a beautiful silver green color. Hundreds of thousand of olive trees fill every free space.
From the port town of Brindisi a badly kept motorway has been designed amidst olive trees that have seen changes for centuries.
The still heavenly blue sky irradiate the power of the sun on those beautiful...
Are we strange?
I really believe that mankind can endure anything it wants to.
The queue at Pisa airport for a two hours delayed Ryanair flight to Brindisi is long.
The queue hasn’t moved for the las 3 hours.
Not everybody will get a window or an aisle seatyet they stand.
Pain is visible but nothing happens.
Older ladies ask their younger partner to hold them, mothers with babies hold them sweetly...
Spirits in the night
Endless energy flows in Him.
The happiness in His tired features covered in sweat have reached thousand of fans.
The ‘Cathedral’ has being filled by its believers and a sermon his being told.
The pious attendees have gone early; fanatism makes one forget to eat, sleep, shower.
Like other form of fanatism, this one brings you an indescribable level of joy that cannot be explained...
May 2012
30 posts
The golden prison
There are screams below, the joy and recklessness of a child is pure.
Parents try to translate the children incomprehensible attitudes but it is useless.
I am enclosed here, not alone but with thoughts and books, imprisoned in other peoples lives with only one thing to do: to think that it is only a dream!!
WAGNER
I like the name Wagner somehow. This square in Milan is very small. In the evening it is shadowed by the ‘National theatre .
The many roads that surround this square are very busy but the noise it is absorbed by the sound of a fountain and the charming talking of people that sits on the benches.
I have been at different times of the day; in the morning when is very quiet and it is...
The earth shakes
The mountain range is imposing and strong (i never thought i would hope it is solid!), apparently.
The earth shakes at 920am but i cannot realise this because i am in the mountain, in the tunnel and like me the train is unaware of the movement beneath it.
At pianoro station fiction becomes reality.
Few people initially start to move then worry, call their family or try to find a solution which...
The seller
Ding, dong! ding, dong!
What a beautiful country Italy is!
Everything changes but all around remains in its decaying beauty.
On the train a small trolley pushed by a man dressed as a waiter with a white shirt and an apron passes by.
Ding dong! ding dong!
He sells good coffee and snack and few people buy his goods.
Where does he live? how far does he go?
It doesn’t matter .
Ding dong!...
The flat sea
Grey like the sky today,
a mirror where the dark clouds change color
and
a few sails floats effortles on the calm waters
There is a salty smell coming from the shores that fills my nostrils. It is the smell of life.
The train goesn on, it goes on
.
Pictures
We left the huge plains where Milan stands alone before the Alps.
Silently i have gone through tunnels that gave birth to green hill that from the sky looks like wavey forms that shape the sand when the sea retreats.
The train, finally arrives to the sea and follows the beach.
At Viareggio a local train climbs slow into a region of walled cities and the air smells of lavander.
Red Tulips
On the mobile phone a sweet voice catches my thoughts
Oh, my love is it you?
Her breath is heavy and more frequent,
Hi, how are you doing?
She has difficulty in breathing,
I didn’t sleep very well!
There is a big smile on her face; a red flush on her pale cheeks appears while an incomprehensible muttering makes its way in the air.
The train rools down fast.
The words of love continue...
Freedom in the night
A yellow kinko is cruising through the dark streets of my early twenties on a warm spring night. The yellow glow of the street lights and the silence visits places i had almost forgotten after fifteen years of exile.
From Milan to Rho.
Curves, building, bars, traffic lights, prostitues, smell, roads and the solitary vehicles fill my senses as if i am in the future starting from the recent...
Pleasure
We search for pleasure in many different ways.
Sitting anywhere at anytime and feeling the light touch of the sun, enjoying the sensation of warmth that relaxes your body are unique for me.
I stand sitting on the grass, in the shadow while my body falls asleep and the birds sing an uncommon music.
Voices of lazy bodies surround my senses calming my mind while bicycles rattle on the gravel and...
Awoken
Different tonality of green from the pine trees in the valley contrast with the white clouds.
A sun ray awakes the two snowy peaks and so the valley.
The rain is approaching but the beauty of this place remains.
Clam is disturbed by church bells singing midday
Foppolo is the infinite
At night the illuminated motorway stretches out of the big city and gradually the intensity of the lights diminishes and the road get smaller as soon as we starts to climb.
The smoke fills the car while it waves through the blind curves and the imposing silouettes of the dark mountains.
There are also millions of stars decorating the sky while the music plays on the radio.
Foppolo is the...
Calm
The light breeze caresses the fragile grass leaves who shine under a decaying evening sun.
In Sempione’s park people cycle, walk, read or kiss in total relaxation.
What a sweet moment this is, while i try to write these simple words that smell of a lucky spring day.
Same voice
I take changes very slow.
The romantic effect of old times brings me back in time, time of my youth. Ones youth can be even 5 minutes ago. It makes me feel good and happy.
Here at a train station the delayed train is announced by the same voice i heard when i used to live here.
I sweetly smile while people around me think that i am mad!
The wind
It is unknown where it starts or where it ends;
it brings change;
it clear skies or carries rain.
The wind enter your body and it can be a relief or make you ill.
Walking through the streets in Milan,
streets full of trees,
the sun paints moving pictures when their branches are shaken while dry fallen leaves acting as their avatar take stage.
The creaking noise overcome the branches.
The...
Tram 12
People like dramas.
A car crash gathers passers by in no time like ants that are called to work when food is found.
Shouts and abusive language fills the air while the tram driver calls the authorities.
The air is electric and people take their own side according to their own views.
This is not their business but they need an arena where to release their daily frustrations.
The gladiators are...
90 cents, 3 minutes to get to heaven
The clattering and clinging noise is an essential part of a bar where one wants a good coffe.
Waling in Corso Vercelli in Milan, i enter a bar attracted by an inviting smell and noise just like a child recognize his mother by her voice.
I buy the token, i push myself to the bar filled with people loudly getting excited.
The barman takes multiples orders and for 90 cents within 3 minutes i have...
Hand luggage
In the queue for the gate people are complaining on a possible obligatory checkin of their hand luggage.
All the inventions have a useful purpose, some of them though are not really necessary.
The hand luggage in a rectangular shape and with wheels is useless.
Has anyone thought what’s its use for apart from making it lighter for the user?
There are high incidence of wrist fracture...
Toulouse II
La Garonne flows fast beneath me. Pont Neuf and pont St Michelle stand majestically above the waters.
The sun is marking its presence while a light breeze sends my though to my next destination.
Toulouse I
The ‘Ville en Rose’ is a lovely city on the Garonne. I am sitting at a table of ‘Chez Tonton’. Next to me a couple isn’t shy in practicing a union of fluids which is the result of their new found love.
This exchange can be used for a teaching class on sexual education at school.
The sun is keeping the temperature at around 22C and people are happily walking in...
Canal de 2 mers
The flowers smells are filling my lungs and the birds are happily courting themselves.
The sun is shadowed by old beautiful trees along the bicycle path while the water slowly flows from Sete towards Bordeaux.
The typical french countryside extends all around.
King Louis XIV commissioned the construction and riverboat can cruise on it.
Life is simple around the villages on the canal and there...
Verdun-sur-garonne
In this old sleepy village life goes by quietly.
The Garonne carves its way through the green landscape lined by ancient trees.
Mathieu and Eric are having a coffe while glancing at ’La Depeche’.
A sweet smell is coming from blossoming flowers and green fields that seems to paint the surrounding is trapping me here.
Soon the old bridge will be demolished for a long due...
Toulouse j'arrive
The usual delay of Air Nostrum finds me, this time, prepared.
Sitting and looking at the passengers my senses capture pleasure in the sound of their language; their racial mix makes French an intriguing lot.
I have my eyes wide open, dreaming of sunflower fields, duck pate’ eaten on a terrace during a spring day all awhile girls in light dress smoke cigarettes on a sunny day.
The pink...
Stand by
There is hope,
followed by thrill
sometimes saddness
but plenty of joy,
however
mostly there is
FREEDOM
Olive trees
A green glitter at the horizon where the rolling hills sweetly meet the rough peaks, rule the scenery.
The sun is reflected on the ground like thousand shadows, fiercely impose its will.
The white line goes northwards, Andalucia!!
Moonlight
In the distance the top of the mountain is white as clouds, while the sky explode in a blue color.
Lying down on the grass visions appear.
There is no noise except the one made by the wind, making its way between the branches of young pine trees.
Somewhere close by there is a river that endlessly carries life and freshness.
All around flowers bring nice odors and i can see how life continues...
The sun's daughter
The blueness of the sky has been restored after the rare storm that hit this city. The Sierra Nevada has still white snow contrasting the sky.
Small cobbled streets cool the hot air that stands for 5 months during summer.
Green parks and trees add to the peace of these place carrying me closer to paradais in the city daughter of the sun.
Happy house
Nobody goes there and it is not on travel guides. A 30 minutes bus ride from Granada at the end of the line and a shot away from heaven lies a small sleepy village called Dilar. Plenty of walks can be enjoyed there and even if there are no facilities for tourist there is a small bar. The views are amazing and the air is clear. There is a house in the center of Dilar where happiness overflows the...
Black bull
The bus used to stop at an old roadside restaurant near an area where a big black bull stands alone seen for miles and miles.
‘Uno de lomo y un revuelto al chico ese!’ or ’ dos cortados y uno de jamon a la rubia!’ says the barman, a middle aged man with a white spotless shirt and a little bit overweight.
People used to rush in once the bus stopped a woman says in the...
Zigzagging (a block right, two left.....)
As a tourist, over the years i have followed maps, suggestion from locals, i have read travel guides and surfed the internet.
An alternative way to discover a city, specially a big city try to zigzag and you’ll enjoy the LEAST promoted parts of the city without knowing exactly where to go.
set the direction (north)
decide right or left
then set how many blocks right and left
invert...
Rayo!!!
Red and white colors of the Rayo Vallecano liven up a cold grey evening. People chant while outside small bars the fans are having a beer or a coffee and hoping for the impossible: win against Barca.
Four friends are meeting again and each of us has a new old life to follow. Paths will divide once again.
The stadium is filling up of hopeful souls that know the inevitable as i know i won’t...
April 2012
11 posts
Tea at a house in Santa clara street
The pot of water is getting ready. Two friends are smoking enriched cigarettes while listening to music, talking and laughing. A good cup of tea is hard to make but C. is capable of amazing things with the tea.
Outside the storm has arrived and the heavy rain cover our laughs.
The feeling of being at home takes us somewhere else while the tea pot is yet again ready to diffuse its warmth in...
The power of nature
Nature manifests itself in various way and degrees of destructive nature or beautiful reflection of its majestic role in our lives.
In galicia, whether pontevedra or sanxenxo the heavy clouds coming in from the atlantic obscure the warm sun that would otherwise liven the sweet rolling scenery. The sea comes in the land giving riches and plenty of amazing seafood.
The Ribeiro soften my palate...
On the road again
Here i am back in a queue to board the plane. Resuming a way that i had sided for seven days it is like waking up after a night sleep: there is no memories but there is a continuation of our lives.
The gate area is slowing filling up. Different roads have led all these travellers to the same yellow line.
Break from holidays?
Only few can appreciate a gap on their holidays and i am a lucky one of them.
Travel gets you tired. The feeling of not having a home and a routine can tire you after a while.
On the plane to Dublin my brain revisits the city hidden spots, it cycles through windy streets and cooks different meals.
The travel has doubled! I am travelling my travels.
Alejandra
The sun, early in the morning washes away the night on the square. Alejandra rises up, open the curtains. Light and colors invade the small cosy house.
We walk along the narrow streets of EL GOTICO searching for a square where to absorb the warmth of the sun; i want a terrace apartment she says happily.
She likes the morning sunshine and laughs.
Barcelona made her happy/
Barceloneta
It was no surprise to me when i am told that the ‘Barceloneta’ was built by italians while working at the port or sailors. Narrow lined buildings form unusual designs and clothes hang from the tiny balconies as if it was in Genova or Napoli.
The ancient game between the sun and the shadows, quietness and noise continues endlessly. All of a sudden small squares form and humanise the...
Home
Where is it home?
Anyone has one or many and one can decide which place, time or moment is his or her home.
My home is where my mind is not on guard all the times; where i am happy to be at that precise moment; where the body itself send calming impulses to my brain and it therefore relaxes.
At my arrival in Barcelona, europe the above states get together so that mind and body are all one....
T for Tornadoes
Clouds approach the great plains carrying more than rain. Cows and farmers knows very well what’s going to happen yet they still wait until the last moment to flee.
At 322pm the tornado hits the airport and everything changes specially my mood.
I was hopeful for my stand by flight after a few days of bad luck.
My mood turns grey and impatience takes over me and upsets even an all time...
Facial inactivity
I have always felt uncomfortable in American cities; may it be for the size of everything around, the lack of a mean of transport or the fear as a result of the fact that anybody can carry weapons.
This sense of fear is pointless, i reason, but it took me years to change. Seattle has helped me in this task.
While i was walking downtown where day and night invisible corpses walk, sleep, talk i...
