tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186961192011-04-22T02:23:44.751+02:00God, help me concentrating on one--oh, what a nice butterfly!--thing at a time.farouchegrandehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12936569953722269382noreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696119.post-63483984588720683172007-07-10T01:30:00.000+02:002007-07-10T01:35:06.983+02:00

well then... everybody has a secret dream, right?mine is to hear somebody, someday, stutter the following words:«You... you... but who are you?»Currently reading: Julia Kristeva, ColetteCurrently listening to: CSNY, Looking Forward

farouchegrandehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12936569953722269382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18696119.post-1143412151704551902006-03-27T00:28:00.000+02:002006-03-27T10:02:28.623+02:00

Among the places I don't belong to, those I miss the most are Holland and France. Also U.S. I miss a bit, but I don't belong to it a little less (or more) because I have never been there, so my missing it is a completely dreamed up feeling.Other places I don't belong to: Great Britain and Ireland, still a little less than the previous (and also because I've never been there). I miss the smell of

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...that I never have time to stop and think. That is, of course I have time to think. My life is mainly devoted to thinking activities, mostly on behalf of someone else; also every now and then there are lapses of time in which my hands are busy and my brain is not, so I do have time to think independent thoughts. The point is, as I said, I never have time to STOP and think. Think and devote

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So they say. Tomorrow, tomorrow, I’ll be 41 tomorrow. Dang. I used to be proud about being born in such an unconventional month, just a week after Hallowe’en. I always liked chrysantemum--also an unconventional flower, especially because in Italy it is considered “the All Souls’ flower” and used mainly to decorate graves—but for this very same reason nobody ever gave me a bunch of chrysantemi

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