secret dream
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 listening to: CSNY, Looking Forward
God, help me concentrating on one--oh, what a nice butterfly!--thing at a time.
well then... everybody has a secret dream, right?
...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 all my body’s activities to this though: sit down, get a pen (or a palmtop), write it down. Let myself to be carried away by the flux of thoughts generating other thoughts. Or even simply note down something odd, funny or encouraging that I just saw sometime, somewhere. Pin down whatever flutters through my mind.
That’s why I ask readers od this blog—if there are any—for a little patience. One of these days I’ll make it. Really.
In the meantime, I post a photo. Why not.
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 for my birthday. (This would be quite normal in England, I am said.)
It has always been fun to have a reason to rejoice on a gloomy rainy day while everybody else just feels depressed. But for some reason today I don’t feel like rejoicing so much. Might be the weather (really, I mean REALLY gloomy). And sure, the fact of having just watched The Corpse Bride doesn’t help.
But we’ll see—guess—tomorrow. After all, it’s only a few minutes away.