There are days like yesterday. When memory comes back in its irrelevant details and still makes my day beautiful.

But these are for my mother and my grandmother. So don't touch them.


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The shadow on the wall makes you different. Without noise.

Ok, I should stop talking before starting considering the relationship I have with music since 2001. But still there are things which make me madly angry ( Read more... )

Donne ch’avete intelletto d’amore ( Read more... )

Ambitions. What an horrible word. No, dear mother, I don't have ambitions. I have vocations. This is why I always follow them.

Lars Von Trier, what does he want?
I think he is really a very very bad director. I think his lack of talent is one of the sign of the lack of many things which I do not want to mention here, in our contemporary society. So again Lars Von trier, what does he want? Could any of you answer? I really cannot find one.

I count years on my fingers. And when I finish, I lick my fingers as if there was honey on them. As if I just dipped my hand in a jar of honey. Then I smile a little. I whistle. I smile again. I lick my lips a little, as if there was honey on them.

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Dear Santa ( Read more... )