nausea

Fottuta nausea che non ti molla.


Take your life, give it a shake.




And fully clothed, I float away
Down the Forth, into the sea
I'll steer myself through drunken waves
scream it's okay
take your life
give it a shake
gather up
all your loose change
I think I'll save suicide for another year.

Frightened Rabbit, Floating in the Forth

Too far

Now, I think we're taking this too far.


Don't you know that it's not this hard?
Take what's your's and I'll take mine.


If you run away now,
Will you come back around?
And if you ran away,
I'd still wave goodbye
Watching you shine bright. 

Brighter, Paramore.

Rockville

Villarocca, CREMONA

photos@Valeria Rossini

Gettin' Blurry

TCDD, bathroom

That's Christmas ♥

♥ ♥ ♥ Merry Christmas ♥ ♥ ♥

A cooking ovation

A new food&photo project TheCookingOvation to gather again in tha kitchen.

photos and recipes©Tcdd

Vignocross

Piacenza_ 4/12/2011

foto@Valeria Rossini

everything is illuminated

Ho riflesso molte volte sulla nostra rigida ricerca. 
Mi ha dimostrato che ogni cosa è illuminata dalla luce del passato. 
E' sempre al nostro lato, all'interno, che guarda fuori. 
Come dici tu, alla rovescia. 
Così, Jonfen, io sarò sempre al lato della tua vita. 
E tu sarai sempre al lato della mia.

ogni cosa è illuminata, Liev Schreiber, 2005

midnight in paris

I saw a wonderfully funny american movie last night.
Who was in it?
Oh, I don't know, I forgot the name!
Wonderful and forgettable, it sounds very familiar, I probably wrote it.

midnight in paris, Woody Allen, 2011

te&stelle

once I dreamt in a star shape.

I'm wide awake, it's morning.

The sun came up with no conclusion
Flowers sleeping in their beds
This city's cemetery's humming
I'm wide-awake, it's morning

I have my drugs, I have my woman
They keep away my loneliness
My parents have they have their religion
But sleep in separate houses

I read the body count out of the paper
And now it's written all over my face
No one ever plans to sleep out in the gutter
Sometimes that's just the most comfortable place

So I'm drinking, breathing, writing, singing
Everyday I'm on the clock
My mind races with all my longings
But cant keep up with what I got

I hope I don't sound too ungrateful
What history gave modern man
A telephone to talk to strangers
Machine guns and a camera lens

So when you're asked to fight a war that's over nothing
It's best to join the side that's gonna win
And no one's sure how all of this got started
But we're gonna make them goddam certain how its gonna end
Oh ya we will, oh ya we will!

Well I could have been a famous singer
If I had someone else's voice
But failure's always sounded better
Lets fuck it up boys, make some noise!

Bright eyes, I'm wide awake it's morning.

Do you believe she said that?

psychic hearts

Psychic hearts go out to you
Psychic hearts go round to you

My prayer to you
Is that you do all the things you set out to do
And look yr. life the way you love
I will always love you.

Cat Power performing Sonic Youth member, Thurston Moore.

whispering wisdom

In the wind I crunch

They can give me pills

Or let me drink my fill

The heart wants to explode

Far away where nobody knows

Half of it is innocent
The other half is wise
The whole damn thing makes no sense
I wish I could tell you a lie

Let me whisper in your ear

frames from: Cat Power, Hate.

mercoledì da leoni

Milano Bike Polo Team@CS Leoncavallo

S o m e w h e r e

Sig. Lino

Lino, detto Nino_ Monte San Pietro (Bologna)

FV 0517:due

somewhere between Busseto, Soragna and Fontanellato with C&C.

verità di plastica

Parliamone:

2,5 milioni di bottiglie di plastica usate dagli occidentali ogni ora.

10 miliardi di borse di plastica gettate nel mondo ogni settimana.

14 miliardi di rifiuti finiscono ogni anno in mare.

100 mila mammiferi marini vengono uccisi ogni anno dalla plastica.

300 milioni di tonnellate di plastica prodotte ogni anno.

600 sacchetti di plastica usati per ogni chilo del nostro corpo.

waste-pollution-chemical add.

reduce-reuse-recycle.

eppure

Edward sedette in silenzio in un angolo della sala spoglia, in uno stato di profonda felicità.

Scopriva che essere innamorati non è una condizione stabile, ma un susseguirsi di impeti e ondate sempre nuove, proprio come quella che sentiva dentro adesso.

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-Eppure mi ami- fece lei.

-No, perciò ti amo.- rispose Edward.

frames from Chesil Beach, Ian Mc Evan