MOVIE
Walking isHere
A jump (or, what is it?)
wanted to write, but lost the moment.
back to school now..
Lookie lookie.. seems like someone's gonna be up late tonight:
the long Journey begins, as I start Walking (7)
A Lot about the Past&thePresent
(15.11.14, after a long time of absence, a long time of thinking, a little more time between me and the Past,
relentless rain on the City always with me and Soap&Skin)
Ho do I get out of my on schedules?
Maybe Playing with something on the line, for once?
Once my life was so much more difficult,
every choice, every second,
exploding of questions, swimming in lakes of unsatisfaction, surrounded by limitations,
wanting to cry often,
feeling such emptiness.
But then.. that primal need to stay "alive", made every little attempt,
every drawing, every new song, even the smallest time spent with my best friends,
it made it so.. special.
What am I now? Living my life (?): I do what I like,
I do so much, I never did before, opening as many doors to my future as I can.
In my beautiful home, with my special friends!
I do discover new songs, but every discovery doesn't taste as sweet.
I draw, but leaving those sweet drops of ink on the greedy paper
isn't as marvelously intoxicating.
I do, and I do, and I laugh and I move and I dance,
and as much as I go on, all of these
become more and more
just actions.
I move because I'm supposed to?
Everything has become something to do?
Once I got an easier life I got accustomed to it, that it doesn't feel so special anymore.
..what if before I was living my difficult life
and now I'm just Working, for an easier one?
Just Like Honey
it only takes a song, just this one song
or the movie,
a picture, a drawing, a though, a scent,
the color,
..and it all comes back.
Tears that ask to be released, but the eyes demand at least for a reason
to grant this blessing.
yes..a reason..
to be so tied to a past that never lets me go..
I should let it go,
but I don't understand
what it is.
What if the past is there for us to remember?
...I've written so much,
and drawn
but still,
I'm sharing so little...
WII
so much has happened.
Only a few days turned into months, the months into the year that became my hole life.
Despite the change, it's difficult to explain in my own language, in my own head,
what is it that I left behind.
Despite the fact that I'm doing all the things I love,
I still feel like there's something, something
from where I came from,
something,
that I need,
to go forward.
What. Is. It?
Not Talkative Talking(writing)
I understand I haven't been very talkative.
Nor am I in a talkative mood,
AND
neither have I been in the past weeks
(let's say months).
I do have many nice/interesting(?)/even smart (!) things,
but I really don't feel like it's the right time.
AND.
Now it's the time for WALKING.
For all MOBILE USERS!
I really don't know why, but if you click on images the browser crashes
(making us all very sad).
But! Enjoying the advantages of a portable/smart/ touch screen,
you can simply avoid clicking on the images, as it would be even easier to just ZOOM THEm with your fingers ^^
LAST BUT NOT LEAST
(still for mobile users)
With every chapter there is a Grooveshark player (just Music Player for friends)
which unfortunately wont even show up on mobileZ.
LUCKILY,
just by clicking on the chapter name on the top, you'll be sent to the SITE DIRECTLY,
where you can play the song.
I highly recommend you do, since the Walking is thought and drawn
thinking that you will be hearing also (for the time that is necessary..)
Oh look at this!
Maybe I really WAS in a talkative mood!
BTW, 8.2 is out <3
(Just finished working on 8.2, way passed yesterday, still less than an hour in Today, 04.09.14)
After much much much Wondering,
and a loong thoughtful silence (..)
I finally decided to update my Walking on Ricordium.
I'll upload new little chapters every 10 days,
and try to keep to this schedule!
One cannot simply watch One episode of Game of Thrones..
Or I should say: not alone.. after all, if you're with other people, it's not gonna be so bad.
But if you are, alone, the just One episode will leave behind too much Silence for one to bare.
It's a marathon or nothing.
You know it is when it's been Summer for a few days and you're all "Winter is Coming".
Walking Busy
I've been busy: exams, just a week from now.. and the second Theater (I have no pictures this time..ohh no wait, I do!
and especially working on my Walking.
Walking Alive
Walking is my own comic book, Walking Through That Door;
started (a lot)more than a year ago, and then discontinued, (not so much less than)a year ago.
And now it's been back since a while ago.
It does take up most of my free time, and sometimes I do wonder if it's worth the time.
But then again, what cost is too much for giving birth to so many lives, worlds, and stories?
All of them as real as every reader wants them to be,
as every reader feels them to be.
And to me, that gave this one life to it,
they are all as alive as myself.
Here comes the point: can the one that creates in his head generate real life for what he has imagined,
if no one else knows about it?
Is a book alive if only the writer knows about it?
And if not, does it gain life when a single person reads it?
What gives life to a world that is not our own,
is making it a world of our own:
the difference between fictional and "real" is that the second one can be experienced by all,
while the first is confined somewhere, on some paper of between a screen.
But if many, and many more people were to discover it, read it, watch it, share it,
then,
it would start be a common experience, something to be talked about commonly, like the weather.
it would become
"real",
again, for those that want to.
Everything.
I just realized: if I ever did post my Comic Book in here,
in would belong to Google,
as everything else does..
Who Knew? it's easier to select than to Do.
It's so much easier to adjourn my Tumblr than any of the remaining three pages here of Ricordium..
it's so much easier to just scroll somebody else's work and chose my favorite than actually creating something new.. a word, a world.
(just if you're interested, I could add new playlists to Sound, but I left them all far far away, in my hometown.
New will come in a few months!)
Another Room?
I've spent more time furnishing my room than actually living in it.
And now the time to find another is in the air..
What will I take with me, and what will I leave behind,
of all this?
Looking out the window alone
I wonder why
in every time and place I've been,
after trying and trying and putting so many efforts into getting people together,
what I get is always that they eventually will leave their fetid nests of loneliness and drag themselves together
Leaving
Me
Behind.
Week-End-Summary:
"during this week I've been:"
working with my friends from Theater Course #1 on our final performance! A 30-minutes adaptation of Hamlet.
Live from T-Field on Wednesday and Thursday!
Thinking of them I think of this song:
In the Flowers, Animal Collective , new, a discovery, in the beginning.
But with time, you get used to its mysterious and captivating atmosphere.. like being on a ship, on calm and secure waters, but surrounded by a white and pure fog, and behind, a few shades of your favorite colors: and it's beautiful to see them like this, more and more vivid as the waters flow.. it's growing together.
UNTIL, out of the BLUE..!
Discover Hot Water
Just as I thought: it's impossible to follow my blog during the week.
The surprise..
I am so lucky to have met all my friends.
Incredible people I will always be grateful to.
And they'll also forgive me, while they settle for this Virtual Thank You.
I'll give it to them eventually..
Think-Talking
When we say we have no words.. we do have words, describing how we are feeling: feeling like we can't express how we're feeling. But we can,
saying
we can't.
19.05.14 - (Afternon and I'm Late, too late to write this kind of stuff)
FrienShiver
When your best friend, telling some story, refers to you calling you His Best Friend, you can feel the shiver down your spine, a pleasant mix of pride and fraternal love.
Comfort Flow.
It's a safe, comfortable, soft and warm bed.
In the beginning, You wake up; and live your life, and collect your experience, realize what you like and what you don't know, try and enjoy the things you love am much as you can.
Come nightfall, it's time for bed; the place where you bring everything you found during the day, a safe house, a Comfort Zone.
Why do you leave that bed I the morning? Why would you? Because you have to? Or because you know that as long as you stay there, the world goes on outside the closed window, and every second you spend lying inside your nice confinement is a second of chances, opportunities and change you are missing?
I love the comfort zone. There are times when you brought home so many extraordinary new elements that you need more time than usual to truly and completely appreciate them. So why leave the Comfort Zone right away? It would be a waste.
But eventually you will. That's what matters: never get tired, always flow.
It's just how it is.
Not that I'm a proud ambientalist (I wish I was a bit more), but it's ironic seeing all those Work in Progress in the middle of uncontaminated nature, life: we are slowly making this environment, unique, as far as we know, because in it's equilibrium it could give birth to life, slowly unable to generate and support life.
The sky over Trieste.
Exactly a year later, here I am in Trieste again.
After a year, what changed?
A graduation, a summer, a winter, a City, and now,
Trieste again.
Only here for a day, once a year on this occasion, so it's good to focus and realize the change.
This time it's too much, no time and no will and no place to write it all down, but know this:
Still listening to almost the same songs as that other time, thinking about the friend I used to have, remembering so vividly how the last time I put on paper our very bond, a bond that would need all the advectives, but none could come even close. And a year later . .
The change. Does the sky change too?
Just a Symbol
Soon it will be my birthday.
What the Birthday used to be in your home town, is a day where all the people around you, especially the ones that love you, try their best to make that day unforgettable.
It's not about the day itself, it's about the symbol: an occasion to dedicate one's self to that person that is now living and important "symbolic passage" (too much?)
None of my friends from of a lifetime are gonna be with me on this Day, and the Day is not gonna be how birthDays have always been until this special number:
from now on, from this number on, it's gonna be just a day, only with that sweet attention somebody gives.
It'll be my first New.Birthday, just a day.
And even if this thought really is a needle of sadness plunged in the back of my throat,
It's not what really bothers me about the Day that's coming.
Turning 18 has been an important "accomplishment" for me. It's true that it's Just a number,
But since I turned 18 I started seeing his number everywhere, just the number, enormous, in front of me, moving with me, coming with me wherever I went.
In a short while I realize what it meant. A symbol is such for the meaning it carries, and 18 is the moment when you realize you'll soon have to think about yourself, to start focusing on living on your own for the first time, and think about the future.
Of course, 18 is the moment when one should only Start thinking this way, so that when, after a year of two, the real departure takes place, the event does not cause more damage than required.
No symbol matches true experience. But when the change has happened, and home is far away, the fear of that Birthday that will make this change truly definitive, that will write your being on your own on paper, that will ultimately close the door of infantry (that oh-so-cherished infantry, under which cloth one could do almost everything with no fear of the consequences) becomes far more terrible than the fear of the actual change, and departure, that really closed that door.
The thing is, the symbol's function is an easy reading for the Outside: the big difference between leaving home and then turning 20 after 8 months of living on your own is that the first one is an inner experience, evanescent and as such one thinks it can be denied and fought (no matter how useless it may be), while the Number is just a number.
"you're 20 now, no more excuses"
And that is that, I did enjoy these past years of permitted carelessness, and I have almost no regrets: the few I have were not really up to me, so they'll eventually fade away along with all the useless dust.
I still remember the time I realized I was turning 10, and thought about what that would mean, and it's funny how similar to these thoughts those were.
But.
There is more.
One thinks about the future.
So different from a year ago, I think I'm still not close enough to know what I really want, but I'm pretty sure about who I am.
And.. I'm thinking about this future, and I'm in pain when I think of becoming a dad.
That's because it's something I've always thought about, and I've always wanted to be. Always. While I'm not sure about marriage (more and more people around me aren't), I'm want to become a dad. If it shouldn't happen, I would regret it forever.
The thoughts I'm having are about the time in which it should happen: I'm a little bit sad thinking that I will most certainly wait a long time before having a baby (considering also that first one has to find That One Person), following the fashion of our age: I can't become a dad before I settle with my future work, nor would I ask my companion to give up her entire future to have a child right away.
I think this thought pains me because my mother had me when she was pretty young, and she was born when her mother was very young, and so I've always had a young family and I've always been proud of it, and also of the bins I created with my mother, "growing up together".
I'd like my child to have the same relationship with his parents, and to have the coolest grandma that was my mother and the incredible grand-grandmother that was my Gran, for as long as possible.
This I think, on the last Saturday of my age and decade, spent with some of the family, and tomorrow with the whole thing, for the communion of my youngest and sweetest cousin.
I'll miss my friends on that Day, so very much.
But I'll see them in a while, and together we'll find a way to celebrate (even if so much later, what matters is having them: the rest is only a symbol anyway)
18.05.14 - (One in be morning, still counts as Saturday. Writing on IPod, since I have no internet)
All at the Same.Time:
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Ex.perimental-
I don't know, I'll try something new with the Writing: DoTs (what a revolutionary), "-" (he's a Rebel!), and spaces (tears in my eyes, Tears, I tell you!)
Music.Missing-
Is it me, or is it becoming more and more difficult to find that music that really does touch your heart?
I've been turning my heard towards the latest music, all 2012-2014, and I must admit I am a little disappointed. Last year I've discovered so many, some of them truly amazing, touching, perfect.
I'm not saying now it's bad. I'm just noticing that in just a few years, the new tracks are becoming repetitive and.. well, not original, all Disco-like.
A friend of mine says that the number of possible combinations of notes are decreasing: will we reach an end?
I'm so tired my hands are just typing.
Lies-
School time is back. After the whole lot of time I've just had, typing and publishing and blogging and Wondering (mostly), university is back, or, I should say, I am back to University.
This leaves me with not.as.much.time.as.I.just.had.
I will be as present as before (what a LIAR), for my duty as a blogger is more important that my future (just, whaaAAAaat?)
Stay Tooned (?)
This week end I went back home, after a month in the City.
I took out most of the artworks I made since Door IV. I looked at them for some time: I haven't published anything since, because I thought they weren't as good as the past ones.
False.
They are, they are different.. but I do like them. I think they are even better.
Experimental mostly.
So I cleaned off this little stain of Low-Self-Esteem: "good for you!"
Oh well, I still believe now that the latest are not as good as the past ones (the same I didn't reckon as good as the previous.....)
Anyhow, get ready: Door V is Coming.
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13.04.14 - (Almost Three in the Morning, after not publishing anything in a long time..)
Laid Variance (variance means difference, WordReference just told me)
What is a relationship?
I often wonder:
we spend a lot of time trying to get in a relationship with another person.
From the way we search, we can be divided in various "kinds".
Me and my best friend often refer to these two categories:
"easy fuck" types and "not easy fuck types".
As rude as it may seem, it only means that some people are able to enter a relationship without needing to feel deeply involved, and sometimes, they are not, at all.
That's the origin of the term: a relationship is more physical, a lot more; it starts from the body and from the need, and then, maybe, it can become something more. But usually it's not even what they were looking for.
And then there's the second kind of people.
It doesn't take much fantasy to guess what they are like.
To them, a relationship is as much a need as for the First Ones, but not a physical need, nor something that can be taken lightly, superficially, nor can it be done with everyone.
The second types wait, wait for that one person to finally shop up, and then, feel the desire for something far greater than the common notion of relationship.
It's all about the connection, it's all about understanding each other with that one look, and knowing.
To the second types, the physical need is secondary, it's meaningless if it's without everything else, and therefore, worthless without That Person.
While The First Types are usually active and full of experience, the Second Types are bound to the things that happen to them, are bound to wait until that person appears, to be charmed and swept off his feet.. until they finally figure out that usually, to get to know someone, you have to start from the beginning, where all that magic just isn't there yet.
It's not a distinction between people that have a lot of experience and people that don't: it's a distinction between people that react differently when they have the chance to get laid.
07.04.14 - (Four and a Half, ..
Tired.. Haven't slept at all today.
Experimenting. Trying to find the compromise between "it's usable" and "it's good".
Not convinced enough though..
Home buttons..
I really don't like the new "home" buttons.
But that means I'll remember for sure to change them.
03.04.14 - (not important enough to mention)
To the lovers of the Storm:
lock yourselves in your room, start doing what you love most, Maybe Tomorrow as background music.
03.04.14 - (the storm outside, locked in my room, painting, listening to Maybe Tomorrow)
Diet Day - The Never Day
Diet Day One (four Days before toDay)
Been good all day long.
23.30, after theater I go with my two friends Cristoforo and Lorenzo to grab a pizza (FOR THEM).
With not a little bit of will, I forbid myself to order.
But I miscalculated: my two friends left a quarter of pizza EACH. So who had to finish their fat and slimy leftovers up?
Diet Day Two (three Days before toDay)
Been good all day long.
Come nightfall, dinner at my place as every Wednesday evening.
We sticked with a beautiful salad! But when the desert arrived..what had we done? Strawberries with white chocolate melt in butter! Not to mention the chocolate and ice-cream leftovers I had in the fridge.
Diet Day Three (two Days before toDay)
Been good all day long.
During my flash-trip to Turin for the afternoon, I didn't expect my friends to have brought Kinder snacks, cookies and chips in MASSIVE quantities.
So who ended up eating during the going-back trip?
Diet Day Four (the Day before toDay, also known as yesterDay)
I locked myself in my house: nobody was gonna take me down!
Been good all morning (the world starts to crumble).
12.30, Gianluca is at my door, with 1 kg of pasta, cream and bacon. And of course, chocolate.
Diet Day Five (the Day of toDay)
I locked myself in my house: nobody was gonna take me down!
Been good all morning (the world starts to crumble).
12.00, Cristoforo phones me: "how about an All You Can Eat Sushi for lunch?"
What wasI supposed to do?
What could I do?
03.04.14 - (Seven in the Afternoon, taking a break from Painting)
Some Music (haven't stopped Wondering about it yet)
Writing down like this makes you really a lot more conscious about what you are.
Sitting here and saying what comes to the mind, with not too many refrains,
but enough to formulate a complete thought.
I, for example, am a grovel of questions.
I give them this meaning (to myself, until now): all about the future, all about what one is supposed to no or not to do, think or not to think.. in a hurry to see the future develop, I wonder with my mind,
and as the future has not developed yet,
all I have are questions.
And when don't seem to be regarding the future, I wonder if my present is as I want it to be. But secretly hid inside this dilemma is still the necessity to see what develops.
So let's wonder some more.
I Wonder,
about music.
So, I am pretty passionate about it, as are many many many people.
I search for new music, I select my favorite, and create playlists.
Every playlist then I listen to for a few months, and then, when I feel its time is done,
I go search for some more from scratch.
This way, to every playlist I can relate a period of my life.
For this reason I believe all these songs to be sacred to me.
They preserve the memories of the past,
the past that is past, and therefore will never come back,
like a book that is finished: you can read it again and learn from it something new, but
you can never live it again.
All I have left is the songs, like a soundtrack.
And together with them,
I draw,
and I can live a little bit longer.
02.04.14 - (Almost Five, time to go)
Just Writing - (It's title is too much.)
What are the emotions we feel when hearing our favorite song?
Some are not even blessed by one,
I am.
It's like being in love?
I don't know.. I'm writing down these words in the time-lapse of mine, just hearing.. and writing..
like I do so many times.. I will stop as soon as it will stop,
leaving me with that abundant pot of happiness and emptiness.
No other song can be compared to it,
no other song can be heard
and you can't simply hear it,
you feel it
can't be played everywhere, the time has to be right,
the words are starting to get fuzzy,
can't see anymore.
stop.
02.04.14 - (Just after The Song)
From Blogging to Living (Divergent Stream of Consciousness)
As a blogger,
I do ask myself how often I should post something now and what, in order to make this site worth spending some time on.
Should I write about everything I do in my like? Share even the most disgustingly intimate details? Like the awfully fat bacon and cream Tagliolini I had for Lunch today (honor of a friend of mine, always here to make us all fatter and happier)? Or the places I'm going to today?
The big question: "is it worth anything if nobody sees it?"
Freud said that art is a form of self-therapy,
for the individual expresses his most secret and deep part, taking it out and somehow generating new forms, something new and unseen.
Back to the question: if nobody is watching, it's not really sharing. It's just creating.
I know of many people that think that needing people to be watching is a weakness.
I think it's just beautiful,
in this world when we feel lonely so often, knowing that other people are interested in what you really are, what you are expressing from so deep within.. makes you part of the miracle of Being All Here Together.
Great series: Flash Forward. It's a sci-fi Tv-Series, beginning with a WorldWide collapse: for a few minutes, the whole world saw its own future, in exactly 6 months.
After that, every single human on the planet knew that every other one had dad the same experience:
whether it was good or bad, wether their lives weren't going right or did, they all knew that they were not alone in their condition.
It's a good metaphor of our Petit condition. No matter who we are and how our like is, no matter how impossible it is to completely share one's self to another human being,
in the end we are all in the same condition.
Sure, it's difficult for a person that isn't unhappy to help someone that is,
or for people that suffer to make people that don't really understand how they feel (not even one's self in time..)
But luckily (or not?), we all pass through Black and White, and all the colors between..
02.04.14 - (Past four-and-a-half, apparently having more to say than I thought)
New Forms (only questions)
In a blog born to share my drawings,
I am now saying that drawing is not so satisfying as it was, say,
some time ago..
Don't get me wrong: I love it.
It makes me feel alive, like nothing else does. I reckon it as a blessing, and every minute, instant, I spend doing it is like the true experience of magic.
What I am saying is that, after so many years.. I just feels a little bit saturated. It's like, I still need to express as many feelings as I always did, but the form of drawing isn't the best way anymore.
Particularly during the years in which I made the drawings you can see behind my Doors, my style really has changed, a lot. In a completely spontaneous manner.
Sometimes I like the style I got, sometimes I wish I could simply go back (what do you know?), and I think that's the reason I haven't uploaded the drawings I made during this whole last year..
to me they're simply not as good as the old ones.
It's like walking backwards (different from going back), and I despise walking backwards, for I fear it to be a waste of precious time.
"so what is this new form now?"
Something new. I must think..
02.05.14 - (Almost a quarter to four, in an evening of responsibility?)
Round Table over a Thought
This very simple thought came at me with a little bid of sadness and a little bit of cynicism:
the vary doctrine that defines "unnatural" homosexual relationships is the same that is founded over a man that performed Miracles and professed about Unconditional Love.
Now, we can all see the comments that can be made over this:
I- So what/ who cares?
II-Everybody knows about this major contradiction but hey, nobody can do anything about it: for sure it doesn't help anyone that is subject to this kind of ridiculous racism to fight against it.
III- (to point II) Well, I'm not entirely convinced about that: though it may not help at all in claiming one's rights as a human being, it can help enduring the pain of the verbal discrimination: just knowing that the other one is not making any sense should at least help a little bit, inside, shouldn't it?
IV-(to point II and III) Nonsense, it's only Words in the end.
V- (Myself, the Moderator) There is no need to be impolite. Everybody will think what they may.
For my part, I am only sure that this Cultural Rust everybody is so keen to lift up
as a shield when being racists and discriminating,
really only is a Shield..
They should look inside and ask themselves why is it so hard to admit
that people can be simply different.
Aren't we all?
VI-(Myself, as Moderator #2) Ok Ok enough with the slogans for today, thank you.
30.04.14 - (Just after 14, Just after the previous post, instead of getting back to work..)
"Web Usability"
So yesterday evening a friend told me that he tried to view my site but
couldn't make sense of it and after viewing only one Door, he closed it up.
He's a professional on this field, and so his advise is really important to me.
He told me about a book,
"Don't Make Me Think",
about "human-computer interaction and web usability":
"if the user cannot make sense of a web site easily in less than 5 seconds,
the user closes the site",
and he suggested me to re-design Ricordium to make it accessible to the Common Viewer.
"your creativity should stand out from your drawings, and not from the site".
And I do know that he is so very right,
but.
It's a matter of what we want.
What do I want? I could go back to the original form, where navigation was very-very easy,
and I would go back to people looking at some drawings I made.
I like this form because I think it's really a lot like how I am (and I shall leave this sentence to itself).
Every blogger wants a many people as possible to view its work,
but I think that I care even more about people viewing it as it is like now, or in a form that's similar to this idea.
And that, sadly, means less views (even though I COULD add a "get back to Home Page" button..)
Choices choices what will I do with you?
P.S. I thank my friend for always advising me
30.04.14 - (Just Before 15, Just before getting back to work!)
Late Spring Night,
Coming back home, alone in the middle of the night
I'm thinking.
I am different from a "life ago".
I am different from a year ago.
I am different from a month ago.
In this particular thought, the matter was creativity: I feel that right now, I am not as "visually creative" as I used to be.
" "used to be" when?" A life ago? A year ago? A month ago? I don't care, I'm not as "something" as I used to be.
B.u.t.
I am more "something else" than I used to, something I worked for and that is now starting to show some results.
And here I am, again in the middle of an emotional crossroad: do I turn my head back and weep, as always, for the "something" I think I'm losing, and after feeling bad about it, try to chase it down and get it back, OR, do I look forward, embrace the "something else", keep working on it, and follow the flow to, maybe, a new me, different from now?
I know it doesn't have to be a radical choice, one decision doesn't exclude the other,
but the matter here is: if one likes who he/she is, and loves what he can do, a "something" that he thinks takes a major part in defining who he is, but also knows that this something is somehow fading away
and at the same time something new he also loves
is slowly crawling in
should one keep an eye on what he was, even if he feels that that doesn't belong to him that much anymore,
or take the chance to focus completely on the change,
exit the comfort zone,
become something new,
evolve?
Down to the core, this is a question of time and personal resources dedicated to different activities.
We have to chose, in the end: time is the matter.
27.04.14 - (After Three in the morning)
Considerazioni Italiane.
Al ritorno da Roma la Capitale, Roma la Verde, Roma la Grande,
mi ritrovo a Milano, Milano la Grigia (?), Milano la Strettissima, Milano la frettolosissima.
Senza lasciare anche solo un istante di più spazio al dubbio, chiarisco: non esiste paragone.
Milano è una città, e come tale può piacere o meno.
Ma Roma.
Roma.
Roma signori è pura Bellezza (e comunque no, non sono diventato un fan dopo l'esplosiva ascesa de "La Grande Bellezza", io l'ho amato dal primo istante in cui vidi il grande cartellone scarlatto che annunciava la sua uscita per il 21 Maggio, mio giorno di nascita).
Roma non è una città, Roma è un museo vivace e vivente, una poesia senza fine, un grande vortice, un labirinto impossibile, impassibile, eterno.
Come la vera arte.
Milano.. Milano è una città, dicevo. A Milano è tutto bello concentrato, stretto, diritto, perfettamente funzionale, comodo, non troppo grande da perdere l'unicità, non troppo piccola per non essere chiamata La Città.
E' come un uomo in abito da lavoro che si prende una pausa di qualche minuto in una zona verde: si rilassa, ma consapevole che presto dovrà tornare a lavoro. E d'altronde, benché il verde in realtà a Milano ci sia, neanche nelle sue profondità più naturali si può mai trovare veramente pace:
la città ti ricorda sempre che sei nella Città. E che devi tornare al lavoro, prima o poi.
Roma.
Roma è Grande,
Grandissima.
Roma è molto grande..Roma è troppo grande. Roma è verde ovunque. Roma è molle, ampia, scoordinata, ammassata, ricurva su se stessa, come una serpe ubriaca che cerchi di uscire dal suo stesso groviglio.
Roma è un uomo svaccato sul prato. E non un praticello Milanese (un esempio a caso), ma una vera e propria distesa informe d'erba, che ti risucchia, e ti fa dimentico non solo dei tuoi doveri, ma della tua stessa identità.
Roma ti assorbe, le sue dimensioni spropositate di rapiscono, i suoi collegamenti infausti ti ci fanno perdere dentro, la sua Magnificenza ti cattura.
A Roma non si può lavorare, a Roma non si può vivere come in ogni altra città.
Roma non è una città,
è una spirale senza fine,
dove il tempo si piega non ai bisogni ma alla follia, ti ubriaca, ti annulla.
Non si può vivere a Roma. Solo morire.
23.04.2014 - (Before Midnight)
The First Words.
Nothing more to say for tonight..
impressions. questions. requests?