Che l'amore sia tutto, è tutto ciò che sappiamo dell'amore (Emily Dickinson).



giovedì 27 maggio 2010

Love above all


Se una persona ti vuole bene, resta accanto a te senza che tu abbia bisogno di chiederglielo.

Lo fa di sua spontanea iniziativa.
È molto, molto difficile mettere d'accordo cuore e cervello. Pensa che, nel mio caso, non si rivolgono nemmeno la parola. (Woody Allen)
Mentre si guarda un film spesso viene spontaneo pensare che certe scene non potrebbero mai ripetersi nella vita reale. E' vero, alcune scene sono così assurde e inverosimili e non ne saremo mai noi i protagonisti. Ma non tutte sono così, alcune capitano anche a noi.

Milano è sempre in anticipo.

Milano è così, è la città aperta a tutti e tutto.
Ho scoperto che quest'anno hanno inventato una fiera chiamata "Ex punto a capo". E' interamente dedicata a separazioni, divorzi e neo singles. Questa sembra essere la nuova frontiera del bussiness. In questa occasione è stata pure presentata la "Torta del divorzio" (immagino per festeggiarlo)..
Esiste anche la "Strasingle" ovvero la maratona interamente dedicata ai singles. Lo slogan è "Rincorri la tua anima gemella"... Già è difficile far conversazione normalmente, immaginatevi correndo.. E poi c'è gente rincorre tutti i giorni la propria anima gemella senza dover pagare una quota d'iscrizione..

For more infos
http://www.expuntoeacapo.it/
www.strasingle.it

martedì 11 maggio 2010

Up in the Air



Ryan Bingham: How much does your life weigh? Imagine for a second that you're carrying a backpack. I want you to pack it with all the stuff that you have in your life... you start with the little things. The shelves, the drawers, the knickknacks, then you start adding larger stuff. Clothes, tabletop appliances, lamps, your TV... the backpack should be getting pretty heavy now. You go bigger. Your couch, your car, your home... I want you to stuff it all into that backpack. Now I want you to fill it with people. Start with casual acquaintances, friends of friends, folks around the office... and then you move into the people you trust with your most intimate secrets. Your brothers, your sisters, your children, your parents and finally your husband, your wife, your boyfriend, your girlfriend. You get them into that backpack, feel the weight of that bag. Make no mistake your relationships are the heaviest components in your life. All those negotiations and arguments and secrets, the compromises. The slower we move the faster we die. Make no mistake, moving is living. Some animals were meant to carry each other to live symbiotically over a lifetime. Star crossed lovers, monogamous swans. We are not swans. We are sharks.



Ryan Bingham: [on getting through airport security] Never get behind old people. Their bodies are littered with hidden metal and they never seem to appreciate how little time they have left. Bingo, Asians. They pack light, travel efficiently, and they have a thing for slip on shoes. Gotta love 'em.

Natalie Keener: That's racist.

Ryan Bingham: I'm like my mother, I stereotype. It's faster.



Ryan Bingham: If you think about it, your favorite memories, the most important moments in your life... were you alone? Life's better with company.




Ryan Bingham: I thought I was a part of your life.

Alex Goran: I thought we signed up for the same thing... I thought our relationship was perfectly clear. You are an escape. You're a break from our normal lives. You're a parenthesis.

Ryan Bingham: I'm a parenthesis?



Ryan Bingham: Anybody who ever built an empire, or changed the world, sat where you are now. And it's *because* they sat there that they were able to do it.




Ryan Bingham: All the things you probably hate about travelling -the recycled air, the artificial lighting, the digital juice dispensers, the cheap sushi- are warm reminders that I'm home




Natalie Keener: I really like my luggage. Ryan Bingham: That's exactly what it is, it's luggage. You know how much time you lose by checking in? Natalie Keener: I don't know. Five, ten minutes? Ryan Bingham: 35 minutes a flight. I travel 270 days a year. That's 157 hours. That makes seven days. You're willing to throw away an entire week on that?

martedì 4 maggio 2010

paramore___the only exception


When I was younger

I saw my daddy cry

And cursed at the wind

He broke his own heart

And i watched

As he tried to re-assemble it


And my momma swore that

she would never let herself forget

And that was the day that I promised

I'd never sing of love

If it does not exist


But darlin',

You, are, the only exception

But, you, are, the only exception


But, you, are, the only exception

You, are, the only exception


Maybe i know, somewhere

Deep in my soul

That love never lasts

And we've got to find other ways

To make it alone

Or keep a straight face

And i've always lived like this

Keeping it comfortable, distance,

and up until now I'd sworn to myself that I'm content

With loneliness Because none of it was ever worth the risk, but...

You, are, the only exception

You, are, the only exception

You, are, the only exception

You, are, the only exception

I've got a tight grip on reality

But I can't let go of what's in front of me here

I know you're leaving in the morning,

when you wake up

Leave me with some kind of proof it's not a dream

Oh You, are, the only exception

You, are, the only exception

You, are, the only exception

You, are, the only exception

You, are, the only exception

You, are, the only exception

You, are, the only exception

You, are, the only exception


And I'm on my way to believing.

Oh, And I'm on my way to believing.