And the time goes by
I had promised myself to write a few lines on the trip to Berlin with a clear mind, backed by at least 13 hours of sleep and devoid of any physical disorder.
Therefore, correctly, write it after three in the morning with a sore throat worse than when I came back e. .. no, unfortunately I am glossy by default even when I drink six spirits.
say that Berlin is a city of young people.
will .
will that we visited with two teachers (which, translated, means with rather small margin of freedom in terms of time and in terms of improvisation).
we will have to stay in a hotel about an hour from Alexander Platz, and perilous, in East Berlin that seems much less vibrant than the western (and who knows why ...).
that will remain effective for about three days we had a rain cats and dogs, another with hail and snow storms, and another in which the sun hath been finally deigned to check out.
will.
Berlin is a city that should be visited under the pretext of looking for the beautiful . Berlin, beauty - exquisitely nell'accezione literally-has very little.
Flats fifties alternate constructions of matrix clearly Nazi in their solemn Sfregola against the sky where the clouds chase each other so much quicker than if only a second before you could cheer for a sunbeam, that after you fold so that you get a hailstone in the face.
I could say that Berlin is peacemaker art, everywhere you turn you can lay eyes on the works of pop art and wonder, how to blend neoclassical art without jarring with expressionist art.
agree only in part, because While it is true is not the essence of art to be constitutive of the city in question, what really makes you put your nose out of your room, with a wind speed of 180 km / h makes you grace to make you do a second shower, is the fact that, in Berlin, you can really perceive.
The weight of history, I say.
You can get your hands dirty with the error. Can you feel it, almost, that node that will occlude the throat, in touch with the look of the walls of the Reichstag. You can give to you and spins you print clear, crisp , the picture of parades and stunts performed by twin girls with blonde braids.
Berlin not to visit the art; Berlin did not visit it for fun, Berlin visit to be aware that the story is as alive and present there.
And you do not understand at first. You walk in those gray streets and you can not explain why you seem so hostile that city. Walk and do not understand what it is that sense of oppression that makes you look annoyed other students laughing in front of the Topography of Terror. Walk in and you can not understand why, as unfounded, and a fine one Caramel Macchiato Muffins for lunch, hungry ?
Walk and you can not focus on the good things.
that gray penetrates you to the bone, along with cold and rain.
And then?
So I do not know (and right now I feel the voice of Julia in my ears telling me that, after this, the myth of Vale who always knows everything has gone along with that fucked up That speaks well of ).
Really. I do not know how the hell should I label it, Berlin.
should probably invent a new adjective for her.
Probably you just have to visit it again, to seize it in its entirety.
Probably.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Friday, March 13, 2009
What Machine Works Out Your Triceps
relations and horoscope
Times have changed. The time is ripe. Yes We Can. Yes We Change.
Mh. Not really.
I have the good habit of healthy on Friday morning buying my beautiful copy of Republic and sipping the wonderful stained Ms. Lilly. The act of reading is often disturbed, of course, a little 'because sgom Sara, a little' because between Parliament and a little 'because Emy is always instill a ass and you can not expect much.
But they arrange, that is. Republic is not only a way to silence my guilt over what little it is, now, my reading activities but, above all, is becoming a pleasant collective ritual.
Go into class, you end up browsing the headlines, shooting some vitriolic comments that are certainly, will be collected by someone who is arranging the coats behind your back. Separate newspaper from Friday and pass without even raising his eyes to Teo, in front of you. Then there is the community reading the horoscope, the downcast eyes with Trevi because even on that Friday, the fish says everything and nothing.
"thou hast learned something?"
"No, shit, you?" * Resigned look
/ ironic *
"'It is what sucks"
"Yes"
"And every Friday, however, we read"
"Aha-Aha"
* silence * "But it seems very sti sesseggiamo six days "
" Exactly, is' I'm shit na horoscope "
Then there is the booklet of art, a few comments with Liz and Julia, to what would be nice to go and see this and it would be nice to go see that.
I do not want to continue to talk about this, however, point first because, if unfortunately, some of them read the blog then able to inflate the ego and we lose them down the street: P and why, in fact, I brings melancholy to think that next year certain habits end up in the toilet.
the gist is that I love the Friday morning. A little 'less on Friday afternoon when, having crossed the threshold of the house, the paper ends up in the hands of my Grandmother.
Fair and sprightly little woman that has just rounded the buoy of the eighties, after marry my two older cousins, it seems that its purpose is vital even marry myself. That can not come to his lovely niece, so cute and so alarm is, in terms of romantic relationships, a real sloth.
Yes, at age 19 played his little Valentinetti is devoid of raw material and if you just can not explain, not really, when she attended her husband at that age already (God rest his soul), not really when his grandson, then, had already presented the first guy to the whole family. And then let's talk, she who: "gha you so much sbattola, Belon, the fact you gha occupasion, legis you cuss so much, you gha a beautiful little face, ela bela" .
There is that people (and not just by the name of Grandma) tends to widen the eyes, sapendoti only. You are given that look of sadness mixed sorrow. They call you single , why say "one like a dog" does not sound so very good, ninth. We like single, single slide down the language and knows elusive, elusive. Something that, for logical sense, is cool just because unconquerable. Something perfect, because complete, as it is. Which is
a big dick, 'the story is complete. Like the women's emancipation.
Most women I know who called themselves emancipated just because no companion were then the first bend, when they found one.
No malice or desire to criticize. Only renewed fear on my part. I have an idea of absolute love, something that puts my being, the ever-changing and I hope my life reserves as a function of the other's.
plasmo me to you, because I know that you'll change over the years and years I'll change, but you know what? There I want to change because of you and there that I did not weigh for nothing.
He knows damn important. He knows he is irreversible. And do you know of something that at the time and at least for the next ten years, are not yet prepared to do, honestly.
Yes, the little woman with controcoglioni, what seems to have always the right answer at the right time, that since he was eight years speaks of the greatest institutional systems, what the controversy is par excellence, well, is terrified by the bonds .
not all. Surprise!, I believe to be a disaster in these things. Give me an article to write, give me an essay on the constitution, give me a political debate from engaging in or give me someone to haul big, but not a combinatemi appointment because I realize that I am not .
The last time I went out with a guy I should be definitely missed something (like the fact that it was not real output), given that it all ended with an elegant message that sounded much like a two spades. Indeed. It was, I think. Something like not a good reason to continue to feel or so.
Now, it is not the point. The person in question was exquisitely polite (I say this without irony, I can not even claim to have been used and thrown away, damn it: P) but rather the fact that, after the step of: me-look-the-mirror- e-lo-I-break-Diiiiio-what-I-suck and that of: my instinct is misfiring was followed by the awareness that it was overly sweet ... compared to my standards.
not get me wrong. I do not usually dripping honey, I hope it does not drip even then. Except that, between a smile and the other, probably not identified for what they really are.
And the truth is that I look around and read it in the eyes of those people who are dear to me, that would, for them, the great love. And I wonder: if I am the one who refrettaria true love I could make some noise, they?, They are like?
In love you can not correct, in love can not understand where did you wrong and correct because most of the time who rejects you (and I speak, because even I did) does not give you the real explanation, afraid / to offend your sensibilities. In love, you bring not settle, flirt in rewarding the presence of even one good quality that you recognize as such (ie, in a sense, to settle). In love there is no meritocracy and objectivity, only subjectivity, therefore, really, I wonder how my grandmother can still chase the horoscope of the week and which are listed under reports.
Yes we can, yes we change, yes we're workaohlic women's.
El dehydration that someone you risveierà curiosity-Romantic week is ".
Mh. Not really.
Times have changed. The time is ripe. Yes We Can. Yes We Change.
Mh. Not really.
I have the good habit of healthy on Friday morning buying my beautiful copy of Republic and sipping the wonderful stained Ms. Lilly. The act of reading is often disturbed, of course, a little 'because sgom Sara, a little' because between Parliament and a little 'because Emy is always instill a ass and you can not expect much.
But they arrange, that is. Republic is not only a way to silence my guilt over what little it is, now, my reading activities but, above all, is becoming a pleasant collective ritual.
Go into class, you end up browsing the headlines, shooting some vitriolic comments that are certainly, will be collected by someone who is arranging the coats behind your back. Separate newspaper from Friday and pass without even raising his eyes to Teo, in front of you. Then there is the community reading the horoscope, the downcast eyes with Trevi because even on that Friday, the fish says everything and nothing.
"thou hast learned something?"
"No, shit, you?" * Resigned look
/ ironic *
"'It is what sucks"
"Yes"
"And every Friday, however, we read"
"Aha-Aha"
* silence * "But it seems very sti sesseggiamo six days "
" Exactly, is' I'm shit na horoscope "
Then there is the booklet of art, a few comments with Liz and Julia, to what would be nice to go and see this and it would be nice to go see that.
I do not want to continue to talk about this, however, point first because, if unfortunately, some of them read the blog then able to inflate the ego and we lose them down the street: P and why, in fact, I brings melancholy to think that next year certain habits end up in the toilet.
the gist is that I love the Friday morning. A little 'less on Friday afternoon when, having crossed the threshold of the house, the paper ends up in the hands of my Grandmother.
Fair and sprightly little woman that has just rounded the buoy of the eighties, after marry my two older cousins, it seems that its purpose is vital even marry myself. That can not come to his lovely niece, so cute and so alarm is, in terms of romantic relationships, a real sloth.
Yes, at age 19 played his little Valentinetti is devoid of raw material and if you just can not explain, not really, when she attended her husband at that age already (God rest his soul), not really when his grandson, then, had already presented the first guy to the whole family. And then let's talk, she who: "gha you so much sbattola, Belon, the fact you gha occupasion, legis you cuss so much, you gha a beautiful little face, ela bela" .
There is that people (and not just by the name of Grandma) tends to widen the eyes, sapendoti only. You are given that look of sadness mixed sorrow. They call you single , why say "one like a dog" does not sound so very good, ninth. We like single, single slide down the language and knows elusive, elusive. Something that, for logical sense, is cool just because unconquerable. Something perfect, because complete, as it is. Which is
a big dick, 'the story is complete. Like the women's emancipation.
Most women I know who called themselves emancipated just because no companion were then the first bend, when they found one.
No malice or desire to criticize. Only renewed fear on my part. I have an idea of absolute love, something that puts my being, the ever-changing and I hope my life reserves as a function of the other's.
plasmo me to you, because I know that you'll change over the years and years I'll change, but you know what? There I want to change because of you and there that I did not weigh for nothing.
He knows damn important. He knows he is irreversible. And do you know of something that at the time and at least for the next ten years, are not yet prepared to do, honestly.
Yes, the little woman with controcoglioni, what seems to have always the right answer at the right time, that since he was eight years speaks of the greatest institutional systems, what the controversy is par excellence, well, is terrified by the bonds .
not all. Surprise!, I believe to be a disaster in these things. Give me an article to write, give me an essay on the constitution, give me a political debate from engaging in or give me someone to haul big, but not a combinatemi appointment because I realize that I am not .
The last time I went out with a guy I should be definitely missed something (like the fact that it was not real output), given that it all ended with an elegant message that sounded much like a two spades. Indeed. It was, I think. Something like not a good reason to continue to feel or so.
Now, it is not the point. The person in question was exquisitely polite (I say this without irony, I can not even claim to have been used and thrown away, damn it: P) but rather the fact that, after the step of: me-look-the-mirror- e-lo-I-break-Diiiiio-what-I-suck and that of: my instinct is misfiring was followed by the awareness that it was overly sweet ... compared to my standards.
not get me wrong. I do not usually dripping honey, I hope it does not drip even then. Except that, between a smile and the other, probably not identified for what they really are.
And the truth is that I look around and read it in the eyes of those people who are dear to me, that would, for them, the great love. And I wonder: if I am the one who refrettaria true love I could make some noise, they?, They are like?
In love you can not correct, in love can not understand where did you wrong and correct because most of the time who rejects you (and I speak, because even I did) does not give you the real explanation, afraid / to offend your sensibilities. In love, you bring not settle, flirt in rewarding the presence of even one good quality that you recognize as such (ie, in a sense, to settle). In love there is no meritocracy and objectivity, only subjectivity, therefore, really, I wonder how my grandmother can still chase the horoscope of the week and which are listed under reports.
Yes we can, yes we change, yes we're workaohlic women's.
El dehydration that someone you risveierà curiosity-Romantic week is ".
Mh. Not really.
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