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In quest'era dove tutto si muove cosí velocemente, meno male che ci sono i libri a stare ancora a passo con te. Meno male che c'é la musica che ti consola, meno male che c'é il cuore che scoppia. Non so come sia arrivata a questo punto della mia vita, al punto dove non sappia nuovamente di nuovo chi sia. Ho sempre pensato di essere una persona "allegra e solare" cosí mi hanno sempre descritto le persone, ma ho sempre anche pensato di essere solitaria e timida. Quindi il fatto é ? Una persona solitaria e timida per non chiamarla appunto "solitaria e timida" la si chiama l'esatto opposto? Cosí, proprio giusto per chiamarla qualcosa. Ho sempre pensato che precendenti esperienze mi hanno plagiata e determinata in questi ultimi anni, ma 10 anni fa ero sempre quella sul fondo delle foto, giá sono sempre stata un problema con queste foto. E' sempre stato un problema farsi scattare una foto! Ho ero troppo "grossa" o "mal vestita" ...

Here I am on the weekend before my return to school. It's Saturday night, I'm really lost doing my stuff at home. Lately, this is my routine and I do not get tired at all it rather, I have to admit, makes me quite happy and quiet. I came back from New York a few days ago and I must say that I recharged my the batteries there! I needed to see that city, every time I just feel home there, I feel I always have things to see and lots of things to experience, I feel I mustn't look too much for the best places because I know them. I feel like I know that city better than my dear London (or perhaps is what I like to believe in, just to feel a little closer to it). Although, that city always has something for everyone; brings love, takes it away, proves it and makes it known in its strangest forms. I went to Washington square park, where artistic people spend their afternoons... It's the city of the possibilities, it is the city of the jazz bars, the...

This summer was the best I’ve definitely ever had since I moved to London. Weather has been warm the whole time, I can’t even describe the feeling! Wanting to stay out, meeting up with friends, feeling like is never time to go home (however you really know it is the time), going for runs at the nearest park at sunset. People says that was the best summer ever...full stop! Now, apparently August is sweeping everything away with it, but also bearing time for vacation for me, in fact in about a week I'm finally leaving ! But this is another post :) ! ...During the summer I’ve come across Murakami’s book Norwegian woods. He was already known to me, I remember last year in Sydney I bought a copy for a friend of mine that was turning 40. I loved the idea of buying to her a really beautiful and well written book and doing my research I "met" Murakami. Since then I’ve always wanted to read that book and finally a few weeks back I was with my boyfriend in central London, ...

It was The Bridge. I used to love crossing it,  made me feel like I knew exactly how Brooklyn Bridge was! I grew up driving through it and under it with my father, with my mother, with my childhood friends, with one of the first boyfriends in route for a romantic drink in Piazza Delle Erbe, on a train to Sampierdarena. It was a symbol, Genova! It was where you could see the nearby Ikea, where you would have a second glimpse of the sea. Crossing the bridge was a ritual an experience more than anything... I remember a younger myself sat in the back seat looking outside the window at the bridge's ties, thinking how majestic it was, years passed by and it made always the same impression on me, even now, whenever I have to go to the airport after a mini-break, that bridge had always its charm. It was a spectacle. Imagine just this morning how shocked I felt when I've discovered what happened. The bridge collapsed. How can a bridge collapse? How can this happen in 201...

Guess what? My flight is an hour delayed, whilst I started to think about all the possibilities I have to get home at a decent time I thought I could dedicate some time to my blog! With great surprise is a pleasure to be able to sit here, in the airport departure hall with a little bit of time for me to think about the past days. On Friday, my father drove me to Serravalle where took a train to come and visit my boyfriend towards the South of Italy. It is incredible how life here is always beautiful! They say is boring as fuck, because from their side there’s nothing to do, but I think is just great. I totally mean it! Friends gather together at the bar, probably just smoking cigarettes and gulping beers! But they are together, talking, exchanging stories, updating each other on their own life. People down here are so warm, there’s a genuine interest towards the individuals around you. Every time I come back is a feast! Makes my heart so full! It is such a great feeling to be su...

Every time is the same odd feeling. I remember when I was a teenager was super easy to keep up with a blog, however, nothing really exciting was happening in my life! Now, with all the beauty and stuff actually going on I'm so struggling to even post a few words twice a week. I've decided to go through my blog once again. The last post I've read is from my trip to Bali. I was reading a few of them: ...getting lost in ricefield, Ubud's monkey forest... I'd love to be back there and live again those moments. Eating banana's pancakes and drinking piña coladas ...I'm trying to stay focus and live the present moment, although taking a walk down memory lane seems a very appealing thing. Before leaving Australia a person that I might consider a friend gave me an incredible book " The Power Of Now " by Eckhart Tolle. That book walked me till the end of my journey home. It blew my mind, teaching me how to see the world and live situations in ways that oth...

The house’s full of books, italian books, english books, manuals, paper, white sheets, dirty curriculum, curriculum used to thank the world for the birthday wishes. There are cameras around the whole house and I don’t want to talk about the clothes. They are everywhere, tidily scattered around this house. There’s Huna walking around the living room thinking that no one take care of what she’s doing, while we all are laughing at her during every fall or tumble. Every moment when I put myself in front of the keyboard it doesn’t mean to be the right moment. Perhaps just at night, when I feel more comfortable ( it’s just appearence ? ) and then I try to calm down and let my head dictate the right words. Tonight I reached a conclusion, New york’s streets never will be as the London’s ones, but equally the London’s ones will never be as the New York’s ones. It's something so trivial, but so infinite that makes me smile thinking about how those words are kidding me in abstra...

E anche l'ultimo residuo di familiarità se n'è andato! Ora mi sento decisamente pronta a ricominciare una nuova settimana di nuovo qui. E' come se fossi stata in vacanza io invece che le quattro persone che mi son venute a trovare ! Le serata, i bei momenti. La Londra che son riuscita a vedere anche con gli occhi della turista in questi giorni. Ho scoperto con Marco e Gionata il Borought Market e la Golden Hinde, la riproduzione di una nave da guerra del 500. Quella zona di Londra è veramente stupenda. Piena di tipici edifici e viuzze piccolissime. Quella è esattamente la Londra che cercavo e mi aspettavo di vedere qui. Meravigliosa! Un caffè e poi continuiamo il nostro cammino per le strade londinesi, Westminster Abbey in cui non riusciamo a entrare ( ma in cui pretendo di andare presto o tardi ). E' strano , quanto cominci a sentirmi a casa. Quante cose debba vedere e quanto tempo avrò ancora per farlo! Mi sento lontana un miliardo di miglia da casa. Eppure in due o...