Hai lasciato piazze piene.

Mi manca Kenka, Lucia, il prof inglese. E so dirlo solo su un blog.

going to-activity

I state it: packing brought a deep connection with a world I had left in boxes, wardrobes, for years, it gives emotional response to a situation that seemed wayward and undirected- I’ve felt sort of hostage to the moment. Getting prepared for moving gave me that emotional response that comes from the very core of my being, and packing directed me…gave me the response: how should I perceive the world? Dynamically.

I believe in the rebirth of the emotions I thought I’d left in boxes, I have confidence in my virtues and in  the triumph of my best purposes.

What do I understand of this going to-activity? An initial response would be one that reflected on a force that drives me to act, react, with dedication, something that brings me under its influence, and I refer to a primary dynamic engagement between myself and energy; my purposes are the material of what I do. Everything is temporary, yet me, yet all the stuff I’m leaving here or bringing with me, so what am I, but something dynamic in its continuous, dynamic de- and construction? 

There is something beautiful about moving.

There is something beautiful about moving. I’ve been in this town for three years , I’ve learnt a lot, engaging  myself with a wide variety of domains, from painting to writing, swimming to chant, meeting new, good, close friends to loosing tracks of other ones in Como. Rather than giving a view on me and fragmentation of thought, this re-thinking, over-thinking about moving confirms the permanent circle of life, of human experience. I haven’t packed anything yet but I’m doing it soon, once I finish my thesis. Aw, I feel very satisfied about it.

Going away has a characteristic it shares with that of another activity, going to somewhere. I’ve crossed some limits in various ways: literally, by going to Lisbon in my twenties and settling down in Trieste; but this activity, moving, on a sensitive level, for me has acted as mind-opener. Shortly after my coming to this house, I had to learn again how to share an apartment; how to cope with other people’s routines, thoughts, habits, and later I started even loving the people I lived with, sometimes missing them, sometimes detesting them, above all I’ve anytime loved them, even at disastrous times when few feelings of love could be available J

More recently, I’ve focused on planning my future, thus relating my old worries about the unexpected and linking the ideas that I might be having something better.  Why not?

Since Beauty is the characteristic shared by both my mind and object of my research in daily life, I should try to go further than I’ve done, and for this reason I should be keeping myself open minded; and moving, appears well-suited to this purpose.

Moving provides the primary material for innovations in life: the glimpse of Beauty, my best intentions for my life, testimonies of my genuine thoughts, the unfinished reflections on planning ..to name but a few. Yet the beloved aspect about innovations may well be a solid, realistic (real), thing- which I’m working on about.  My wish is to evolved towards the things I love, the Beauty,  in my own words.

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Matteo

Vorrei che i miei pensieri, quelli più chiari ed essenziali, fossero dotati del potere di imprimersi nella forma scritta. Ma così non è, e la mia vita mentale non è ancora così forte da autodeterminarsi nelle parole. Allora mi siedo, e la aiuto a scrivere. Matteo, se mi stai leggendo via blog, sto bene. Oggi ho avuto un po’ di malessere, dev’essere che non ho digerito il cibo serbo di ieri. Dimmi di te. Forse ci rivediamo a Como tra tre mesi. A fine mese trasloco. Credo che debba già salutarti, ho un ospite.

Che ne è di me? Sto finendo la tesi. Sto bene. Aw, apprendo dal blog che ho un pubblico di lettori che mi segue dal Brasile. Mi chiedo come siano arrivati a me. Manda tue notizie, anch’io ti leggo da qui.

Uncontrollable ability of daydreaming.

The grip of uncontrollable ability of daydreaming …I am unable to achieve the necessary transformation in action and words.  I possess.... the characteristic to which I am alluding, I am a daydreamer, and have always found it impossible to describe things I image to other people; I have always found myself, intentionally or involuntarily, assuming the attitude of imagining a parallel context ( which does not exist, and through whose fantasy world I keep on daydreaming in).  Consequently, enormous emotional conflicts plague my eyes once I am back to reality. How can I express the mood of grace, beauty, and happiness, expressed in images and fantasies, that is most characteristic of my love about daydreaming.

I wish to write to what this may be due by predisposition  or aspect and am therefore interested in taking other people part of my fantasy worlds.
Ok, now Imagine coming home and finding a free ticket for a travel (talk to your eyes asleep with the empty promise of travelling, where would you like to be brought to?)

Ci siamo scelti

Ferma ad aspettare che scattasse il verde, noto e in cuor mio sorrido, ad un minuscolo volpino, che una ragazza teneva al guinzaglio. Il cane contraccambia il mio affetto e non appena mi inginocchio per salutarlo mi viene incontro  festoso, mi salta sulla mano, mi lecca in volto. Lo accarezzo, e mi viene dirattamente in braccio. Scatta il verde e non vuole saperne di scendere, accompagno il cane con la sindrome-da-cane-stanco dall'altra parte della strada; la proprietaria continua a reggere il guinzaglio, sbalordita però, non dice nulla. A malincuore io e il volpino razza spitz di cinque mesi ci salutiamo. It made my day, che bello-ci siamo scelti!