Messing around

Mi sister messed with my room & my closet...

It's a big deal. That’s my territory; In my disorder I know my order...

I arrange my clothes by color and style. My room has this Zen, welcoming ignition. And now all I see is mixed color, no style order & a disturbing distribution.

I'm freakin' out. The fact that it was an invasion of privacy and a huge lack of respect is bothering to a boiling point.

I'm reminding myself to breathe...

It's a beautiful day to be mad for small things, but is this a small thing?

The most exciting attractions are between two opposites that never meet.

- Andy Warhol

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Life is too important to be taken seriously. – Oscar Wilde

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Motivational Tuesday

Have you ever been really nice to everybody that someone had to ask "why you are so nice"...?

The world is really messed up, that we need an excuse to be nice?

Let’s just break all that negativity & start working on the brighter side of things. If you feel like me, you can add this post or video to your blog, face, twitter, tumblr, flicker or whatever media you use. I'd be posting once a week anyone interested?  

Pass it on, share the good vibes' to more people. Together lets change, if not the world, at least our attitude among it!

Life with us & without us

“Live a good life. If there are gods and they are just, then they will not care how devout you have been, but will welcome you based on the virtues you have lived by. If there are gods, but unjust, then you should not want to worship them. If there are no gods, then you will be gone, but will have lived a noble life that will live on in the memories of your loved ones.”  –Marcus Aurelius

Ode to Jupiter, Mars and Venus of course

Can you imagine no first dance

freeze dried romance five-hour phone conversation
The best soy latte that you ever had . . . and me

Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star

One without a permanent scar…

Drops of Jupiter, Train

Veil of truth.

Grab my hand and hold it tight

Don’t make me feel your touch

I will ask for your dreams

Take them as my own

Ahead it starts the end

Stars and light worn out

I’ll make them our own

I’ll dare you to let me go

Faded colors of myself

I dare you to make me feel.

Ci vogliono sempre di più

Basta, ciò che è abbastanza per voi?

Carrying everything as a hole

Haven’t you feel empty long enough?

I would say enough is enough

How much is really enough?

Burden of my thirst

Necessary and unnecessary cursed

All greatness may come all along

With one and only one twist of hope

But once, once is never ever enough...

I am not that strong. You are not that weak

When French meets Latin...Italian may come

I don't know what it is about Italian...

Hypnotizing, without breath

Strong way the words keep tangling in the mouth as they are pronounced

Claro-obscuro momentum of sounds

"H" is always jealous, scared and absent

When the "c" meets your tongue

The battle begins

The Italian way.