written on Sunday, December 21, 2008 @00:07am

A mean wind is sweeping the mountain, it whistles through the window of my tiny room shaking the glass and making the building sway.
I cannot sleep.
So I think to what’s happening and I can’t explain it… not the wind you know… it’s my life I’ve got problems with not the wind… not the mountain… not the perfect little woods I’ve surfed through today… not the mountain goats we’ve seen looking for food on the top of a peak this morning… everything right now is perfect even the tiny tiny room and the mean mean wind that makes me feel as if I am in a tent, camping.
Everything right now is perfect yet everything right now is not real.
This is a space and time gap where things re-align themselves for some weird coincidence to be infinitely better than they really are…
I will have to leave all this behind in a few hours to return to a place where I will need explanations… where I will be asked to explain… where some questions will remain unasked and some unanswered. That place scares me, because there I am a weaker person. I need people that don’t need me. I want people that don’t want me. I can’t find peace.
I am full of peace when I get lost in the woods up here. I can seat there silent for minutes in the freezing cold, in awe. Amazed at how things are when nobody sees them. Amazed that I’m the first to see them. Bumping through them as if they were mine. No photographs. Just a memory. Just for me. Just a few seconds of silence and perfection I will hold forever.

pensiero da autostrada di notte quando e' buio e tira vento e gli occhi ti si chiudono e vorresti essere gia' arrivato ma manca ancora un'eternita'

i viaggi iniziano in un punto e finiscono in un punto
la strada e' interminabile
la bufera imperversa ovunque

written on Friday, December 19, 2008 @455pm

just spent the day on the top of the mountains… there is no place else where I can think straight and be happy and forget I’m so fucking lonely…

and again so fuckin' lonely

xmas crazy flowers

please show me the way,
to the pearly gate,
that opens towards the sky,
and tell me why
i'm staring at you face
as if i'll never see you
again, tonight the stars are
black, hiding in the dark of
the coldest breeze,
chilling my eyes.
dreaming about what could be,
if there will be a time and place.

snowstorm

i thought that walking barefoot in the snow would improve my spirituality and free my soul from all the cumbersome feelings of xmas.

it just made my feet really really cold.

written on Wednesday, December 17, 2008 955am

lato a
neve-sole-lago-montagne
musica nelle orecchie


lato b
nebbia-alba-freddo-dopolavoro ferroviario
musica nelle orecchie

written on Friday, December 19, 2008 0025am

I’m in heaven.

I’ve left behind all the irrelevant things that rule my life.
Exploded my carbon footprint (I am sorry!) with a long drive alone through valleys, woods and mountains, and now I'm in heaven!
Listening to Lester Young in a tiny tiny bedroom with a tiny tiny bed. Alone and forgotten but happy as only the snow and the evil cold of “my” mountains can make me.

gambe stanche, vedo rosso.

scorching light

xmas mermaids under the haze of a full moon.
twisted truths about my thoughts.
chilled air of silent cars, frosty leaves and shiny pearls.
crisp ideas of hollow bricks.
someone is smiling in my ears.
more songs and tears running on my way home.
dark clothes hide on the pavement.
twisted truths about my hopes.
a lazy step brings you closer to the front.
a red flash explains why this should make sense.
a hole in the ground.
a dead man shadow.
a sincere vision of the reason why, clouds my eyes.
twisted truths about my dreams.
all appears for what it may desire to be.