Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Rockstar Wheels On Older Chevy

WATER, AND THE MEMORY OF SILENCE SEA / THE WATER, AND THE The Remembrance Silences

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A seashore, where small lakes in miniature, as it seemed to me exactly one year ago, Malta March 26, 2007.


Walk by the sea while I receive the strong smell of salt air. Looking at these miniature lakes, formed where the wave was not able to fully recover itself, it all comes back to mind a famous poem by Montale, Cigola the pulley in the well. Here the poet imagines that in a bucket of water, pulled with just a pulley of a well, an image appears to be emerging from his memory.
This seems very similar to this stretch of holes. In fact, my brain is not able to reconstruct the events linearly backwards. Rather resembles a field of small crevices in which, when the wave of the time he retired, remain trapped bits of past life memories. Some are close and it is easy to look inside. For others, you have to do a little more street.
I walk by the sea, and so I listen to the silence of the sea.

Cigola
the pulley in the well water up to the light and there merges.
trembles in a memory filled bucket
in the pure image circle ride.
combines a face to evanescent lips

deforms the past, you old, belongs to another ...


(from Cuttlefish Bones, E. Montale )

Sunday, March 16, 2008

How To Use A Brake Pad Spreader

OF THE SEA THE ROUGH STONE IN PRAGUE / THE ROUGH STONES OF PRAGUE IN THE SILENT

Praga 2

statues on Charles Bridge, Karluv Most, Prague / Karl Statues on the Bridge, Karluv Most, Prague

Millions of photos in the world. I've just added a couple, a few years ago, showing an unusual touch of Prague and its stones. They are rough, but a poet has covered with kisses. He loved all his life in Prague, just as they loved so many poets.

dry before the two or three kisses on the forehead

and here and there, you lean to
Drinking water
silver from the mirror,
and if no one will be watching you
touched his lips with his mouth.

There is a time when most of the fingers
quick passes on the clay the sculptor
blood impatient
you model the body from within. Perhaps

Squeeze
your hair and young people rise above the shoulders because
rather to resemble wings, and before them promptly

'll run right in front where there

the eyes and the bottom end of the air is
the big, steep, thrilling and sweet
nothing
shining.

(Paraphrasing and quoting Jaroslav Seifert, Czech poet, Nobel Prize for Literature 1984)

Praga

Detail of the Wallenstein Garden, Prague / The Wall (or "Grotto") of the Wallenstein Garden

Monday, March 3, 2008

Aunt Jemima Buttermilk Buscuit Recipe

Traveling TALES: THE SILENT MUTE INVESTIGATIONS Checker

Aereoporto di Abu Dhabi

Airport Abu Dhabi, United Arab Emirates / Abu Dhabi International Airport, United Arab Emirates


are 2.30 in the morning. My plane, bound for Far East, makes a stopover in Abu Dhabi. The rest, though widely expected, does not mean that it is less annoying.
But who is talking?
I forgot to introduce myself and tell you: I am a police inspector, P. Muto, chief superintendent for a truth, as many would like to push myself to say. My portrait is easily done: a poor clerk with a failed marriage behind him. By changing the order of factors, an employee with a miserable failed marriage behind him, the result and the flatness of my life remains the same. In an attempt to escape from the greyness of my life I decided to take a trip in the summer of '94, taking advantage of the arrears of three years' leave ever taken.
I had gone to a travel agency where a talkative young lady I was overwhelmed with a torrent of gossip, and concluded that the combination flight + hotel for Singapore was really missed . Stunned by his verbosity, I was not able to replicate and I bought this extraordinary package .
Returning to the facts, the plane had landed safely with a few bumps along the track. But the truly tragic news was given to us shortly after. We all had to leave the plane, regardless of destination, saying goodbye forever to the possibility of sleep that night. While cursing myself against bad luck, I heard a voice behind me soft and seductive to say: - It 's this her? -
I turned and saw a smiling middle-aged, elegantly dressed, who was holding my scarf. The silver hair, white beard, looks well-kept were in stark contrast with my face on the unmade bed, the rumpled dress. Conquered by the grace of person, I thanked him and my bad mood faded within seconds. At the core kind always love para.
I wandered the airport in a desperate hunt for a coffee, I met only luxury jewelers. I hate shopping in general, let alone the diamond at three in the morning!
At each corner I run into swarms of cops, colleagues overseas who were talking happily together.
In fact, wanting to clarify, I do not belong to any investigation section. I work in a dingy office full of dusty paperwork. My direct manager is Dr. Sordo. As you can imagine we are a very ill-assorted pair. He, despite its name, with a fine ear and particularly talkative, I, dumb name and fact. This, not for pride or arrogance, but because, in most of the occasion I do not know what to say. But in my heart, I believe that in many cases life takes a lot more courage to be silent.

was finally given the order to return to the fold. Sitting with restrained waited nervously at the conclusion of this operation. But things were not going the right way: some of the passengers had not yet returned. Looking around, I realized that was empty just the place of my distinguished interlocutor. And I knew also, from the speeches of the crew, one of the stewardess was missing the call. I'm not a moralist, but quell'anziano mandrill, to satisfy his sexual appetites, were to hold in check the entire plane was going too far. Could vent to, damn him! Finally, here comes the girl, really nice, it seemed a little tried and palliduccia. He explained to the captain that he felt sick in the toilets of the airport. The excuse did not seem a large that. I hoped that after five minutes to save the obvious canonical appearances qull'individuo put an end to our unspeakable hold. Not so. Eventually it was announced that it was necessary to download the baggage of a passenger who died and left almost three hours late.


Without an intersection not far from Raffles City, patiently waiting for the decisions of a traffic light. It was now two days I was wondering what had come to do in Singapore. When the signal was positive I set across the street. I looked up and saw with surprise that the other side of the sidewalk advancing the human plane, the cause of our troubles. He was not alone. Automatically accelerate the pace. He was fired within me the green of the beautiful emerald eyes of the girl who gave him his arm. ... (Continued 1)

Raffles City, Singapore

Raffles City, Singapore