To blog or not to blog...

Sure you feel how all of this has no sense at all.
We run and run in circles but we are always here.
Much about making me feel how inadequate I am.
We'll fly into the wind as tiny hot ashes.

Il mio disegno politico.

1. Il rispetto del prossimo.

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Sulla Liberta'

La liberta' e' decidere di andare a lavorare tutte le mattine. Decidere che e' ora di alzarsi, mettersi in sesto, fare il caffe' ed andare in ufficio. Ad un ora stabilita, fino a pranzo, per poi tornare al lavoro, fino a sera. Poi si torna a casa e sono libero di mettermi di nuovo al computer. Ma potrei uscire. Magari un altro giorno: lo decido io. E dove andare? A vedere un film, a mangiare e bere fuori, una birra, due, tre sul terrazzo di un bar in centro. Sempre lo stesso e sempre diverso. Senza legami. Liberamente decidere sul che fare. Liberamente?

Liberta' e' 21 giorni di vancanza all'anno. Perche' dobbiamo riposare, finalmente rimediare allo stress della vita quotidiana. In 3 settimane al massimo. Torniamo tutti abbronzati e carichi di foto di ricordi. Viaggio. Nuovi posti, nuova gente. Meravigliosi paesaggi, albe e tramonti, riappropriandoci del nostro tempo, intensamente vivere in due lune. Per riabituarci a stress e ritmi dopo una settimana dal ritorno. Liberamente.

Il lavoro nobilita l'uomo. Sara'. Io a volte preferirei poltrire, girarmi dall'altro lato e affondare la testa nel cuscino. Ci si dovrebbe continuamente riqualificare. Se infatti fossi uno scrittore, musicista, artista, fotografo potrei raccimolare il necessario per vivere. Magari non chiedendo l'elemosina, che anche nel mio concetto di nobilta' non e' ai primi posti, si potrebbe eccellere in un campo, di grano,gratificato da nuovi traguardi, nuovi obiettivi, prospettive diverse. Diverse da una carriera che ho sempro detto essere contro i miei principi, la scalata al successo, alla gerarchia di comando, ad uno stipendio migliore, ad un'automobile piu' grande.

Liberamente scegliere di volare via.

Leoncavallo and other stories

The opera was great. I do not fancy opera, I never did. Maybe it is because of my father, that hates it. Maybe is because I cannot understand what they sing in my own language. I found myself reading the subtitles in dutch trying to follow what they were singing. But when Canio started with "Ridi Pagliaccio" I got the shivers running all over me. 2 hours flew away like a "battito di ciglia" and I found myself screaming bravo and clapping hands loud. There is something about doing things for the first time, something incredible that makes you feel like a kid, that makes you open your eyes up wide and capture every little shade, something that deepen your senses, changes your perspective, makes you feel like a virgin.

When I walked out Amsterdam looked even more beautiful. I was in a glorious mood. I met with Nando, Enrichetta and her father again. I was very open to some conversation and we discussed about the opera and Amsterdam and Holland and how good it is to be here.

Strange days

Today was a strange day. I decided not to go to Breda and stay here in Amsterdam. The plan was to go to the opera, Pagliacci: Ridiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii Pagliaccioooooooooooooooo that is all I knew about it. I woke up before the alarm clock, fixed myself a royal breakfast like I never do, showered and jumped on my oma fiets to go and get the tickets at Nando's place since he had forgotten his wallet at home. I am always amazed by the beaty of Amsterdam when am I am not obsessed about getting to places in time and the sun was brightening things up. I was feeling good. I locked my bike and ran up the stairs. Irene was there and we had a small chat since I always have "cockroaches in my ass" like they say in Kosovo. I quickly run to the Muziek Theather but I had to wait. There was a delay with the rehearsal. After half an hour Nando came out and had this plan of me getting in and jump into the "buca" to get access to the artists restaurant. I was scared about it, since I am notoriously brave, but I said yes and walk into the Theather. Fortunately doors were shut and I could not get in so I met him in the hall. We were walking around spotting preys when he saw Enrichetta. They waved and we walked to her. She is the "Prima Ballerina" of the theather and she was sitting at a table with her father. After 10 seconds she was already on my nerves. I quickly looked through her accessories. A Luis Vitton bag, prada boots and an attitude. It was time to move on, the show was about to begin. I found my place and I was looking around amazed. The intense red, the ceiling lights, the sound of the tuning instruments. I was like in a trance, my arms on the balcony, my head resting on them...