Waiting for Godot (in Siena)

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  "Well? Shall we go?" - "Yes, let's go".
 "They do not move."
Sundays are difficult. Something like a tragicomedy by Samuel Beckett.
It can be hard to have all that free time, and really don't know what to do with it.
Sometimes you find yourself with a whole sunday-day to use,
and the only thing you can do is wondering and wandering,
 with indecision,
... waiting for Godot.
"Let us not waste our time in idle discourse! (Pause. Vehemently.) Let us do something while we have the chance! It is not every day that we are needed. Not indeed that we personally are needed. Others would meet the case equally well, if not better. To all mankind they were addressed, those cries for help still ringing in our ears! But at this place, at this moment of time, all mankind is us, whether we like it or not. Let us make the most of it, before it is too late! Let us represent worthily for once the foul brood to which a cruel fate consigned us!"
Waiting for Godot by S. Beckett


“There is no confusion like the confusion of a simple mind…”

Gatsby 20s Illegal Party at Rivalta Cafè in Florence.
For a few hours, back to the roaring twenties!

"And as I sat there brooding on the old, unknown world, I thought of Gatsby’s wonder when he first picked out the green light at the end of Daisy’s dock. He had come a long way to this blue lawn, and his dreams must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it. He did not know that it was already behind him, somewhere back in that vast obscurity beyond the city, where the dark fields of the republic rolled on under the night.

Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that's no matter—to-morrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther...
And one fine morning...

So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

Do you ever feel like you were born in the wrong age?
Since the movie has been released, everyone has been falling in love with Gatsby and the Roaring Twenties.
Truth is that only a few people actually know what "The Great Gatsby" is about.
F. S. Fitzgerald managed to describe how our current society would look like..
A cahos of excess, vice, powerful dreams and hope. 

"The Great Gatsby" is about hope.  
About our very hopes and illusions.
About the elegance we lost.

"The Beautiful and Damned" and "Tales of the Jazz Age" by F. S. Fitzgerald


Walking North

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..Feeling the wind on our faces..
Yes, it was summer, but we were close to Cape Wrath.
The sea was the guardian of all rainbow colors and shadows.
The Scottish sky had tons of clouds, wandering around like our thoughts.
The grass was dancing, light and happy,
as well as our hearts. 

Walking North through the Highlands.

Walking North as a State of Mind. 
No filters, No photoshop :)


Made (and drunk) in Italy!

Thanks to Mary&Ettore - Super Friends

If I say "made in Italy", what do you think I'm talking about?
Handbags? Shoes? The latest collection by Gucci?


I'm actually talking about something much more precious.
....Wine :)

You take your made-in-somewhere car, 
Leave the city centre with all its noise, pidgeons and expensive useless but "cool" shops (made in China - for the record),
Switch your cell (and brain) off,
And decide to get lost..
You actually have to get lost. Better with some really good friends.
Drive around those marvellous hills, enjoying silence and peace. 
All of a sudden you find yourself in Wine Wonderland:
It is called Capezzana..
 A die-for place, great food, and
a world champion vin santo
(Yep, it means Saint Wine, guess why??)
You made it: you found the "made in Italy" heaven.

Let them think that the best and coolest things in Florence are Pitti and Luisa Via Roma.


(A Small Short Sad Thought: 
My Nikon is actually on its way to ReflexHeaven. I didn't have the heart to take her to Capezzana and watch me drink all that delicious wine. 
She wants to die at home. 
In the meantime, as you can see, I am using an Iphone to take my pics... Yes, I know: simply shameful.
Let's hope I become rich quite quickly and can afford a good replacement!)


The Talk of the Town

People like to talk and, unfortunately, not only in town.
The less they know and have to say, the more they talk.
One of my favorite magazines,
The New Yorker

- yes, I receive a copy every week, and every week I feel happy, I feel as if I am not living in this sad town full of ancient-minded-people, but I am far away living my metropolitan warrior fairy tale..
 (the best 100 bucks ever spent) -

has a whole section under the title "The Talk of the Town".
Towns like to talk.
Every week, every day, every hour
this very minute
the rumor of the moment is wandering around,
from mouth to mouth
through streets and squares.

I like people who know when silence is the best thing to say.
I love those ones who choose to watch and think before judging.
Being always looking for the best in people,
I believe that there is a silencer in all of us, the only thing missing sometimes is probably the user's manual. everyone, deep down, has its own potential silent side.
words are precious.
waisting them is a crime.
never stop thinking. never stop moving. never stop choosing silence over an empty dozen words.

so please, if you don't have anything worthy to say ..
let me read my precious treasure.
in the end, we all hate chatting people,
but we all want to know the talks of the town. Including me.
is there anything more boring than people who keep talking about nothing?
yes, there is:


Always Looking for the Best!

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Nothing better than starting a new year with a great grey sky and a lot of problems with no possible solution.First of all my precious Nikon-friend: I really don't know how to survive while looking at its slow and painful death. With no money to buy a decent and worthy replacement.
Yes, I know, I promised me, myself and all of you that I would be positive, ready to look at a full HD colored wonderful world, smiling, and light-heartned.
But let's face reality: I am a black&white woman.
It is in the shadows that the best things, the best moments, and the best people can be found.
And I am looking for the best.
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2013 + 1 = 2014

Once upon a time, 
A Prince was walking down a path through the woods. 
It was the first day of a brand new year.
He looked sad...
He did not know that a Princess was watching him, and that they would spend the entire upcoming year together. 
Let's begin this 2013+1 light-heartned and simply...happy!

Happy New Year.

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