9 Questions and an hangover

Should I really try to get out of Berlin for a while?
Should I bring home any girl who would like to check my apartment?
Should I think that the best is yet to come?
Should I put a micro onto my classical guitar?
Should I found a band called "The Bodysnatchers"?
Should I stop reading in italian?
Should I believe there is some stuff that last longer than a while?
Should I get the driving license?
Should I watch Wayne´s World?

West of the East, East of the West...almost in the middle

SZ ueber Goerlitz

Books for this next year

1. Coetzee´s last work
2. An old novel by McEwan
3. Arendt in Jerusalem
4. Last Grass

Depressed country for aggressive people

NYTimes on my own country

I thought it was different, but it is just rebounding.

Another clone

Once more the same

Clones

The same title

I guess not looking for explanations sounds the best thing to do in moments like this one...I am just wondering whether one day memories will become explanations...whether lazyness will disappear, whether I will find a way to talk about it...
Yesterday morning I lost the flight to Berlin, so that I had to wait 11 hours in the smallest international airport of Italy...it has been pretty tough to be by myself for such a long time and avoid to feel totally empty and useless, since I did not want to look for explanations....I had lunch twice, read the whole newspaper as carefully as possible, tried with books, solved the most complicated crosswords I can solve, discussed with the hostess and lay in the sun...being a smoker would have probably helped...being so clueless once more sucks though.

Sufjan Stevens, PJ Harvey, Tori Amos B Sides, Mingus Big Band, Sweeny + Will Oldham and the last from Radiohead have been playing on my Ipod lately. You should all listen some of them, if you like.

The dom and the best abbacchio of my life

I am in Rome since yesterday, it rains and then the sun shines...walls are dark orange...this kind of beauty does not ask you to do anything special. you just have to be passive enough...at two a.m. bars and clubs do not serve any more alcohol; in every internet cafe you need to show your ID, but it still charming to be back in the capital, sure that here you can let yourself be understood...

Once more about next wednesday.

T.G.Ash in the Guardian

The song of the month: two minutes and something of poetry

Hit her with a hammer
Teeth smashed in
Red tongue twitching
Look inside her skeleton

My fingers sting
Where I feel your fingers have been
Ghostly fingers
Moving my limbs

Oh God I miss you
Oh God I miss you
Oh God I miss you
Oh God I miss you
Oh God I miss you

Daddy's in the corner
Rattling his keys
Mommy's in the doorway
Trying to leave

Nobody's listening
Nobody's listening
Nobody's listening
Nobody's listening
Nobody's listening
Nobody's listening
Nobody's listening
Nobody's listening

Oh God I miss you
Oh God I miss you
Oh God I miss you
Oh God I miss you
Oh God I miss you
Oh God I miss you

I guess that my life pretty sucks every two years because I meet too many people from the second category

NYT on Perfectionists

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