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INSOMNIA (the chandelier)

Stare at night with eyes wide open staring at the ceiling.

on so many things can fly over the thought of a night

who needs a perch where to stay and rest.

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Escape grayscale

"Only I'm at the window, today is a day in black and white

rain.

Seeking

melancholy over time some dream that I've done

years ago. "

Quseste words are not mine. The borrow a beautiful song

I honestly believe we can not do better to describe it.

Our Lady of the Depression. and a day in his company.

Sometimes I want to flee in a disorganized as one of these pigeons.

make me small small, disappearing into the pack.

any A pigeon in a flock of pigeons.

Hope is another, someone else to be taken.

coward bastard.

How much is your hot spot on the grid surrounded by millions of your peers?

Yet there is always one that must be in the exact center.

We have to be.

I just want to turn my life

in a two-dimensional expanse of silver nitrate.

a photograph. snapshot.

not matter if it's beautiful. is good pigeons in flight.

the concept is that it is property.

that was enough.

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Outside it is snowing

's snowing. Right now they are only a few small flakes reckless

seem almost scared to make the journey to earth

hypertrophic me my imagination makes them see how little men

driving that broken-down air slowly to the ground screw. I do not know if

cry "Tora! Tora! Tora!" as they fall

(maybe with the voice of the particle of sodium)

but my eyes are many small friendly bombers.

Right now they are saying only a few small flakes, but

down to the ground, it has already stretched a white veil.

As the powder that covers thin, the beautiful face of a Geisha.

This year it snowed so many times, as

not snowed for twenty years.

came to my mind the winters away

85 and 86 when the child, the school closed for

too much snow in the garden and build an entire world of igloos and trenches

then challenge us to war in the most innocent there

made of snowballs and children who were returning home

wet and half frozen, the angry mothers and children happy. Wow

the school closed!

This year is not so, whether the child is gone.

If a meter snow had fallen I am afraid that I would play as then.

My mom probably would not be angry this time,

basically now a son who is used to scale the mountains in winter.

But even if it has not snowed so much, there are already many

morning I woke up and out of my window

was waiting for me a world of white, as if it were entirely new, unwrapped the box

gift on Christmas Day.

I live on the edge of Europe's largest enclosed park

and either try to be one of those guys that capture images

You also understand that for me it is a gift

to which it is impossible to resist!

As that day just before New Year's Day I woke up at dawn

to go to photograph the "World of Narnia"

materialized all around my house

wonderful spell, which occurred, as is fitting in fairy tales

unaware while resting in my bed.

It was -14 degrees.

But it is there that I understand that I was born for this job.

I did not feel the cold while chasing a robin hopping,

timid creature! I hunted for hours ...

so great is the joy of hand-held machine-catching images

I do not regret the hands freeze.

Sometimes rest for hours with the machine in hand in my room

no apparent subject to play with time and aperture to white balance

test or the wonder of a long exposure at night.

that day, then, after robins chased and captured the dream of a world

crystallized and pure

I came back home happy as a schoolboy which have closed the school

Half wet as it was then.

But unlike then, are no longer indestructible

and I caught the flu.

A nice trick which kept me in bed for a whole week

including New Year.

But guys ... it was worth it ...

Meanwhile outside my window

small kamikaze ice have taken courage

they are rushing to millions, and some are nice plump

Narnia slowly recreates

Tomorrow morning I have something to do ...

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LEAVES

rained .

flood for weeks.

The water hurled violent

on that mountainside

where for millennia soared unchallenged

the gigantic size of a beech.

Days and days passed without

than ever the sun did peep

from the thick blanket of clouds.

The sound of thunder rolling down the valleys and streams

fully dug deep wounds

the sides of mountains.

burdened with too much water

the ground where the huge tree

rooted

slowly began to tremble.

In a moment of time is stretched between the rumble of thunder two

a dull rumble

grew

while the huge trunk

the father of the trees began

to wave

and after a few moments

crashed

as the hammer of a judge

after reading

a death sentence.

but a 'one small root

had not broken

and when it finally

after many days

the sun broke out from his prison

clouds to illuminate the immense giant felled

millions of leaves

that now hung inert

a 'unique little gem

opened

and born

a' single small leaf.

But believe me when I tell you

his

was green better than he had ever seen in that world.

It 's the first thing they see only the leaves when they are born.

's why who love him more than anything else

and for life, desperately

tend to him.

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Leaves Tourists, Travellers and the concept of the Reverse Cretivity

With this posting I'm going to do something that any artist should never do.

Unveiling what lies behind his work, openly disseminate the message, in short, naked.

A mystery is important for a work of art. Your message should be worth to be decrypted, it is often the efforts are, the greater the satisfaction that one gets. A famous director about his film said: "If I wanted to just send a message, I sent a telegram." He meant that in a film is not only important to the message. Texture, Script, photography have a duty to make the valid message to be accepted, and never boring. It 'obvious that it is not always so and indeed in many cases it is the immediacy of the force more effective than work. In photojournalism it almost always is. I can think of some famous photos taken in war zones. The face of a crying baby is a trivial example of how an image can hit you hard at first glance, telling you much without the stress (or pleasure?) Dell'elucubrazione.

For me every time I write a poem I never think that it needs to be immediately comprehensible to a reader. Why did not I think of any possible reader when I write. I write because it comes out by itself. It 's a birth, a process that could be called "Auto-Socratic." But on this return later.

The image I wanted to talk about is "Tourists and Wayfarer." Ie "Tourists and travelers."

I've taken on a bad day of November to the Park. I was looking for some nice picture when I came across an exhibition of works of art in the open. Honestly, and for what it's worth my opinion, the series of sculptures was a truly exceptional ugliness, all, without exception. So I made up his mind to try to capture through photography the images to achieve it make them look beautiful. Some of these photos ended up in the portfolio "The park and the snow and maybe someone will tell me if I have succeeded. The day was gloomy, and unable to count on the beautiful colors I opted for the black and white. I trod very clipping (ie the elimination of half-tones) because I seemed to give effect 'transcendent' image, crystallized a fragment of another time fell in this time and in this place.

As I said, entitled "Tourists and travelers."

Tourists are the statues. The Wayfarer is the guy on a bike. Both of the others have wheels. But the tourists are all the same and all look the same direction. In front of you. The Wayfarer is out of the scheme and look somewhere else. Really see the landscape. And it is the only one that ultimately seems forward to really move. There is behind this. This small criticism of the dominant mode of travel today. Where have all moving in formation watching what they are told to see. E 'as a singular message to think of it, for a photo taken at the park in winter, with the intent to make it look beautiful in the ugly sculptures. But the strangest thing is that when I took did not know .. I did not know the message behind it. I found out when I tried to give him a title. It is short, that I am the author I had to decrypt the message as if I were a spectator. With poetry I write is often the same thing before I write .. in some cases, as I said in a long time ago, the vomiting on the sheet. Then, after that, I realize what I meant, what I was saying. But if the message comes after the writing of the work then maybe the artist does not lose the rights to that work? I mean, is not affected his ability to build something?

I think not. I think not. The discussion is complex because it is probing the unconscious. I call this kind of thing "Reverse Creativity" in homage to "Reverse Engineering" ie able to manipulate and analyze the software from the final machine code without source. Creativity in reverse. Fascinating concept in my opinion.

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Fat burning (on the altar of vanity)

I have broken through the threshold of 70 pounds.

It had never happened,

once I touched when I stopped smoking

and downloaded the nerves to replace nicotine with food.

taking off his raincoat and the taste of tar, which envelops the endless joys of rediscovered flavors.

Currently none of this.

The papillae are all beautiful clothes wrapped in dark black, like hyenas or Morpheus.

Yet the scale the other day was not lying when

with a subtle pleasure revenge, I'm sure

(in the end we always put our feet in the head),

garrulous declared: 72.9

I'll be honest, that part of me that tends to identify with a man that welcomes new transabdominal cm, reassuring status symbols, he thinks, as he caresses her new life jacket lipid.

vain Part of me incidentally looks with horror at all nostalgic and remember the physical

dry last year when climbing gym and had performed the miracle,

where the hormones were not able to transform the body

a teenager to a man in everlasting.

What beautiful body when it works properly.

So what to do?

This weekend was devoutly committed to the Sports

that the commitments and laziness in recent months had relegated to a corner wretched.

Saturday I went with Miriam and Babi to climb Mount Barro

and Sunday I woke up at 2:55 at night to go with a lot of friends to ski at Abetone

in the middle of Tuscan-Emilian Apennines .

Fighting Ciambellone lipids was therefore initiated.

pace of that part of me that I consider it sympathetically.

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Good Morning Sunshine

Good day to you my mysterious visitor ..

given the limited potential of this means I'll never know who you are at least that

you do not leave me a comment

at this point should be for you a moral obligation.

The ultimate goal of this space is the time to lose in the second instance

and photography.

photography, drawing with light, it's my job, a passion and a good portion of my life.

I have a high opinion of it. Photography.

But this means, limited in fact, did not have it.

photos have a resolution that I can insert tiny, they lose contrast and sharpness.

In fact cease to exist.

So if the ultimate goal was, and it was nice to share pictures

alas there is an ultimate

and even if a first order for this.

It 'obvious that at this stage of life I was given the time.

A blessing in the hands of those who can not use it.

In fact I'm not a priest.

Indeed the blessings I urtica skin.

But thanks anyway. Nor is this a

Blog

hate blogs.

huge dose of self-hate that it takes

to believe it is fair for others interested

to things that autoincensatore

want to communicate. What

complicated sentence.

And then I use the C and K.

Bella letter Kappa but not Italian.

But then if it is not a Blog

why are you writing?

and especially for whom?

talk with me talk with me,

What a wonderful thing to change your mind about things

write down everything I liked

I feel very self-incensed

is short, self-complacent.

And I used a bit 'of my blessing.

Meditate people.

if you like it is obvious