Need a purpose. 
Easter mountain for the whole group. A cottage far from everything, even thoughts. Waking up and seeing the dawn of a bed creaking the snowy peaks is something to be reckoned with. Especially if it is warm under the cover of chenille blue smurf and all around there is an air of vacation.'s been years since I went to the mountains in winter. Even more years since I practiced some winter sports. I tried to learn to skiing years ago, without much success, to say the truth. I went down. The problem was always to stop. Yesterday I tried to bob. Always the same technique. I went down. But my problem is that it just takes a bit of speed, are brought to throw to the side and not always a good idea. So the doll sitting next to Bob and myself after yet another culata. I enjoyed not so long ago. That tired wet and chilly in the afternoon of the five is something priceless. I almost learned to ski. This time, seriously though. 
- The other night I warmed my back next to a fireplace and smell the sea \u200b\u200bcourtesy of a lot of sea urchins during the difficult phase of cleanup. Camino as an emblem of the house, instead ofa protected, closed, and comfortable. The smell of the sea as a symbol of something endless. No oxymoron would be most appreciated.
- Scene: The first date in a restaurant in London. Her, a young American journalist who writes a column on transplanted sex Carrie Bradshaw style Independent, him any. He asks her the fateful question: "How many men have you been?". She tries to beat around the bush, he continues: "I am very good at these things, you'll see I guess ... you?". Her caustic: "If we add a zero at the end closest to you." He gets up and walks away. Welcome to the era of post-sexual revolution.
-Yesterday I heard that I had a desire for some time: I bought a plane ticket. Print an e-ticket is one of my 10 favorite stocks. Always implies a shift. Long or short as necessary. What is the destination? CHINA. Yes, I go to see Madame. Likely destinations: In addition to Shanghai, Beijing and HongKong.
-Interview Waiting for the Rolling Stones in Scorsese's documentary "Shine a Light." The journalist said the band: "You're always number one." Keith Richard replied: "It 's difficult to withstand the competition of all these new bands are formed. They are so many. First it was a joke. There were only the Beatles." Later in the interview will argue that the secret of their power lies in the indestructible eat little, drink a lot and get some good hashish (and, after aggiugnerà, have about 25 orgasms a month even though this aspect seems to be unbeatable Mick Jagger).
Happy Easter to everyone.
"When you fall in love there is a strange paradox. And this paradox is that when we fall in love we are trying to recover some or all of the people who were attacked by small. D ' On the other hand, we are asking the beloved to correct all the wrongs that those first parents and brothers have inflicted. So love ... contains within itself the contradiction. The desire to return to the past and the desire to undo it. " 
Going to the cinema here in the province is always a bit of a problem. The films arrive when they arrive, and very often their do not come. For this we must rely on a bit and be patient, sooner or later will give us some film club decide to fill the gaps of the previous season. But then the problems arise sinuous: the first after a few months I can not remember the film in any way I wanted to see the second I forgot everything I read about it and then I get lost. The first problem could be resolved on returning to turn moleskine movies that interest me. Already done, but does not last long, I forget and then usually after months can barely even understand what I write. As regards the second, well, enough to go and review two things but as you know the supply is reduced, the newspapers to stop talking about those movies and it all comes down to a few thousand magazine or that I read every blog on the cinema day. THE nonsarebbe that bad except that recently I would have something to say about it. In a few words last night I went to see couscous, moral winner in Venice last year, according to many well u NpO the director himself. Now if the objective of the director was to make us understand how we became racists I swear that has hit the full mark. Why do my nerves after two and a half hours of claustrophobic places filled with sweaty people screaming chewing weeping gave way. I. Stoic. What you watch the original uncut version of Solaris in Russian with subtitles. What they like Paint and the first hand-held camera. But no. Not here. Here we have exceeded all limits. Yet this morning I went to sno review the reviews. All cry out to the masterpiece. I cry at a movie too long, the Director advised the director of the Venice make a cut of 45 min but he no, no, let's keep it evil. I cry at a movie bad shot, because a director of the first Paini you do not know how you can adjust the picture and turns and not to throw the piece during assembly. I cry to my intolerance that had been buried for years. And 'I like the Swedish cinema. People talk a little. Assume expressions are making very deep. And do not sweat. And do not chew. Or if he does, he does so with the utmost rigor. Then I feel the problem that the film smells. In the sense that the images I evoke olfactory hallucinations. I imagine always smells of what I'm looking at CEH, crazy I know. Yesterday this thing caused me many problems. Tell me that I did not write this post. Please. 
It took years, but finally I understood for what they did on Sunday. That is fast asleep in the sun on a cover of a hill. Turns taking pictures so as to appear fake. Take off your shoes and listen in silence silence. 
I opened up a square of pink cardboard, I pulled out a ring and I saw that the sun is out. Just crap. I thought. Basta. It 's spring, after all.
