... I feel like I'm positive in opening a new Italian blog. But most of the times just thinking about it makes me sick. I don't know. At least this one has an educational purpose (not for you, but for me xD). I think I've tried all the Italian weblog platforms existing. And all of them suck. Not just because they're full of "hey look at me! Me! Me!" people. It's just that Italian platforms are totally closed to the rest of the Net! And that's pretty stupid!
Well, now I'm pretty tempted. I would be able to talk and discuss about Italian politic, social issues, news...Why I don't do this here? Because I don't want to bore you more than I already do. And mostly because all these bullshits, in the end, annoy me.
I want to leave, that's all. Best will be Japan, but any other country that offers more to young&willing people than Italy is totally welcome. I want to try working in UK.
Well, now I'm pretty tempted. I would be able to talk and discuss about Italian politic, social issues, news...Why I don't do this here? Because I don't want to bore you more than I already do. And mostly because all these bullshits, in the end, annoy me.
I want to leave, that's all. Best will be Japan, but any other country that offers more to young&willing people than Italy is totally welcome. I want to try working in UK.
2 commenti:
come on do it!!
a blog Italiano perfetto!
have a wonderfullllll week!
and a poem by Blogger “thalassa”
speak to me memory the language of seagulls
behind the hills behind the sweating sight
beds of sand tatooed by sudden wind
curved and open crevices particles of the skin of earth
with snake linear language
where the path into the cliff blue turns white foaming
air seeped through the stones ethereal as moans of this dry land
disconnected lay dormant following the wind of others
elevated lyrical images
of islands in high sea half to light half to gray _darkness
strains of memories
wave rolling wave to become equal in motion... in distance
into my mind to capture the essence
aqua choreography
the barren chest of isles producing depth not seen
by my sweeping cantos of self unity
sounds magical lured by the cardiac tunes
murmuring the language of skin and love songs
speak to me
speak to me memory,
the language of seagulls
Demetrios the Traveller
thanks demetrios!
WONDERFUL poem :)
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