Crossing lines

First of all. I didn't like what I read this afternoon on my mobile screen.
"It's so nice of you. It's so sweet you actually said something as if you were my boyfriend"
I definitely think some defining-role-action must be undertaken at this point. I'm sorry G. but you crossed the line. We crossed the line.

Secondly I would like to draw some attention on a very thorny issue here. Mosquitos. I'm no entomologist but I'm pretty sure there are several kinds and they all spitefully and meanly try to bite you in the most bizarre, unconfortable and inappropriate spots, day and night, even inside the movie theater. There are the buzzy mosquitos that are small and make a lot of noise. There are the huge ones which are way too fat to be able to fly properly, but they rather float in the air. Then we have those smart vampires, medium size, with a knack for shitting and buzzing in your ear just when you start dozing off.
You beasts have indeed crossed the line. Tomorrow, there'll be no signs of your punctures your red marks and bites. You're all gonna die. I swear. See you in hell.

That's it for tonight. I'm furious. Time for bedstories now.

V. VENEMOUS AND ANGRY

Ok. Now I really feel I have to stand up and say something here. As Nikki would put it, I'm feeling very venemous and angry!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What is it with you people? I am actually sick and tired of hearing this kind of conversation:

-So hi! How you doing?
-I'm great, just about to leave! I'm going to Ibiza/Mikonos/WTF...!!! Wohoh! Can't wait! How about you?
-Actually I'm not going on vacation. I don't like summer that much. And I've been here and there lately so I think I'm gonna stay home, enjoy the empty city and visit my family.
- Oh (disgusted...). Ok then. So enjoy your... Whatever... See ya!

What is it with you? I'm sorry your brain is so small it can't fit the idea of someone actually not enjoying this terrible season, preferring other times of the year to visit new places and valuing some precious time with kins and folks. And I'm also very sorry that your saggy ass won't make it any further than the Mediterranean.
I'm...
I'm not gonna take anymore of this. Really.
If you don't go to hot gay places, you are immediately cut out.
You don't like Spain? OH-MY-GOD-YOU-ARE-SO-NOT-NORMAL.
I'm sorry but..
You know what? Fuck the whole lot of you! I won't apologize! What for? For not liking the stuff everybody does? Go fuck yourselves!
(Language man!)
...Uff...
It's repulsive. I just wish it were already fall. And thanks to the fact Australia lies on the other fucking (Bad...) emisphere, I'm not gonna have one until... March for crying out loud (Better...).
Wait a minute, two summers in row? Thank God - correction - Thank Mother Nature I'm gonna go live by the sea.

La dolce attesa

La dolce attesa

Al terzo mese di gravidanza isterica
già sul viso i morbidi tratti di maternità
diceva Maddalena sarebbe un nome particolare insieme a Sofia
nel caso fosse maschio Vincenzo Maria.
Al sesto mese di gravidanza isterica
tutti ritennero fosse opportuno non scomodare la verità
Insidiati dai rimorsi per averle dato il tormento
finché desse alla luce una creatura entro l'età feconda
Mentre aspettava il lieto evento
che mai avrebbe avuto luogo
comprava abiti premaman e una culla di legno
come quelle di una volta
le si leggeva in faccia smisurata felicità
per la dolce attesa
Al nono mese di gravidanza isterica
tutti mantennero la messa in scena invariata per viltà
sarebbe stata questione di giorni ed avrebbe chiarito da se
l'increscioso equivoco di cui era la sola ed unica artefice
Mentre aspettava il lieto evento
che mai avrebbe avuto luogo
sentiva quell'essere muoversi con grazia superba
come un trapezista in scena le si leggeva in faccia smisurata felicità
Mentre aspettava il lieto evento
aveva già pensato a tutto
prete, battesimo e clinica dalla culla di legno
come quelle di una volta ai più svariati tipi di carion.
Mistica e lenta la dolce attesa
la dolce attesa


I'll try here to give a very bad translation I came up with quickly. I apologize in advance

The sweet wait

In her third month of hysterical pregnancy

On her face already soft traits of motherhood

She said Maddalena would be a peculiar name and also Sofia

In the case it were a boy Vincenzo Maria.

In her sixth month of hysterical pregnancy

Everybody thought it right not to bother the truth

Hit by regrets for pestering her

Until she gave birth a creature within child-bearing age

While she was waiting for the happy event

That would have never taken place

She bought maternity dresses and a wooden cradle

Like those of once

You could read on her face her immeasurable happiness

For her sweet wait

In her ninth month of hysterical pregnancy

Everyone played the act, unchanged because of their cowardice

It was only a matter of days and she would have clarified herself

The unpleasant misunderstanding of which she was the only artificer

While she was waiting for the happy event

That would have never taken place

She felt that being moving inside with superb grace

Like a trapeze artist on stage you read on her face her immeasurable happiness

While she was waiting for the happy event

She had already taken care of everything

Priest, christening and clinic, from her wooden cradle

Like those of once to the most varied music boxes.

Mystical and slow the sweet wait

I was just listening to this song by Carmen Consoli this morning and I couldn't help but think of my friend. In five weeks she's giving birth to a babyboy. I'm glad things are working out fine for her. She deserves all the best from life. I love her.
Having a baby must really be a life-changing experience. I wonder how it feels like to hold in your arms a creature that is part of you. It must be the greatest feeling ever.
Why am I feeling so paternal? V. thoughtful right now.

Hard Spell Game

I scored 37...

http://www.bbc.co.uk/hardspell/starspell_game.shtml

Big Time

So much has happened since last Monday. I could sit down and type for hours. In a nutshell: lotsa FUN! I went home on Thursday. I went there to say hi and more importantly to get the car. I picked Laura up and drove to Milan. We started our weekend with a nice concert in Piacenza. The rain nearly ruined the gig but everything went fine in the end. L'aura (the singer) is really easy-going and seems to be pretty weird. She's another freak. This is her with me after the show. I really enjoyed it.

I drove all night and arrived near Trieste at about... well, late at night, it was already dawning... Sleeping in my car. Kinda weird. I felt spied on by the trees that were surrounding us. Anyway, Saturday was great. I'm gonna post some pictures here. We really had a fantastic time. I'm glad I met them all again. It'd been quite some time. They were all surprised I'm leaving. I hurt my knees really bad. They're sore. We played soccer on our knees on a pitch covered in soap and water. Elisa played along. She's a terrible player. I wish she didn't play in our team. But we even won the game! I'd never won anything before. Ever. I'm just fabulous I guess. Later we watched the gig. Some fUns and a couple of other bands, Bikini the cat and another one I can't remember the name of. Pretty good I'd say.

I stayed a little on my own. I needed a moment to myself. I made some new friends. I'm particularly fond of one. He's a soon-to-be architect from Sicily. Not only was he cute but he gave the impression he was... I don't know... flirting but very subtly, not in an exposed or "aggressive" way. I think he was being sympathetic. I now know he is not gay but still. It doesn't really matter His presence made me realize two things I had sort of neglected, disregarded lately. First that I'm a quite complicated person. I won't go into details on this one cos I'd only be tedious. Second, what I like in a guy - other than a nice set of pecs and big arms - is simplicity. I need someone un-complicated, reflective, thoughtful, responsible rather than serious, frank and transparent. Simplicity tends to embrace all these qualities together. It binds each one of them. I don't know if that guy really is all that, I doubt it, but that's how he came across to me. And I'd like to thank him. I just contacted him but I don't know how to put this. I don't want him to think I'm after him or scare him away. I hope I'll have the chance to talk to him a little about it.

We watched also Elisa singing. She was so sweet. I was not excited at all about it. She was just one of us, strumming on her guitar and sharing something very precious and intimate. Lovely.

I really wanted to take one last picture with her before I leave. The flash device didn't cooperate though. This snap is even worse than the one I took last year. Fxxx it. As I told her, I'll remember and think fondly of wherever I'll be, I don't need pictures of her, her voice is enough.

I just wanna add one last thing. I would like to thank all those guys for sharing that day. It really meant something.

Wrong (?)

Has it ever occurred to this man that there might be a slight chance he is wrong?

Campioni del mondo!

They're even cuter with that cup in their hands, aren't they? :)