Numero 16 - Romeo and Juliet

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yePTx_Q79yQ


"Juliet, the dice was loaded from the start,
and I bet
and you exploded in my heart
and I forget... you know the movie songs
When are you going to realize it was just that the time was wrong? Juliet...."

Numero 15 - Pull

Uff.

I suppose keeping a blog is making an effort in patience and constancy.

But exams are finally OVER and I'll have more free time to post here!

These are the photos of last Saturday! I love pull, even though I am really bad with it. I learnt how to play when I was in Scotland, in an old, scubby pub.

I wonder why photography has become so popular in the last 2, 3 years. Maybe I was too young to notice it before, haha.

I actually think that one reason is the growing popularity of blogs, and the necessity to communicate everyday feelings with few, simple words. A photo can be vibrant of feelings, and it doesn't need any effort to watch it.

The bad thing of being a photographer is that you never appear in pictures. And despite all the rumours about photographers hating being photographed, I actually like looking myself through a picture!

Taking photoes at myself just like every blogger on earth does, is out of question. I feel so stupid and self-centerd and not natural...

Numero 14 - Asian food to fight the hangover

I woke up with the horrible sensation of being into a sinking ship. I went to this pub at the centre yesterday night, just a couple of hours to relax and not thinking about exams, but tiredness and an empty stomach made my medium beer the most dangerous poison ever.

I don't generally hold out alchol that much, but not as piteously!

At 12.oo everything was spinning so fast that I had to sit and eventually lay in bed for an hour. I woke up feeling veeeery hungry, so I had miso soup and lovely chinese noodles. Didn't take a picture of them because I was too hungry!

Now... I've got to wait for the hangover to cease. If it doesn't in half an hour I'll probably try with coffee, it always works.

Numero 13

I got it after the show. Ever heard about "six characters searching for an author"? Bloggers are characters, writers are authors... it's so simple.

Numero 12 - Meditating

I have recently been thinking about what a blogger is. I came to the conclusion that bloggers and writers are substancially different, different in souls. I have a blog, but this does not make me a blogger. I am a writer, even though I've never published a book in all my life.

But you see, a real blogger is someone who wants to share his life with others on internet, a writer is someone who wants to share his thoughts, feelings and immagination through other characters.

Writers can be boring sometimes, bloggers are never.

Interests are different: one follows the beauty of words and language, the transparence of expressions, the other uses words to accompany photos and pictures.

No one's better than the other.

Everyone looks for the best way to spend time.

Numero 11 - What?/Mmmh/Eheh!

Who cares about who got the arm of the bronze statue if it "accidentally" melted with the body?

Romans had such stupid laws! (right, I don't actually think it...).

Oh, and that's not me. It's my lovely friend Irene, wearing Cleopatra's make-up and clothes for a Roman & Greek Party.
Pictures taken by me <3 .

Numero 10

A few pictures of my friends Lorna and Silvia when they came over for the night...a few weeks ago.

I wish I could post everyday. I have bloody exams in a week, and I am fucking stressed.