I never thought about going to Norway this year. It was decided on Wednesday and Thursday lunchtime we are already in Oslo. Amazing how many different things you can do in a few hours, while people slept I was going to Bergamo to catch a plane that would take me to the capital of Norway, landing at the airport with the smallest of the city, an hour and a half from center. I imagined myself to land on a sheet of ice co 
n a recreational trail is not well defined. I did not know what to expect. I've never been on a journey so unprepared, no guide to the city, no local currency and no time to think about what to pack and what then you may have forgotten. But then I ricrederò and even though I have a habit of schedule and always know everything about a trip I must admit it's true that things are the best improvised. The only thing is that maybe I've lived too fast, I do not know what I mean, I'm sorry I burned a bit 'of steps, because I have not even had time to realize that I was already there. I wanted to relive those days for a couple of times a day, like repetition. Oslo inner peace, spectacularly beautiful, quiet and not so great, a non-dispersive Oslo and concentrated on a single main street 
, Karl Johans. A little 'exaggeration of the price (9 €: Marlboro, € 8.40, a pint of Guinness), but you know every city where it is often said to have directed the most expensive .. but here I think I have peaked .. London was not even that! Perhaps our friends Oslov we bring into account the air we breathe, perhaps it is a pledge to be paid for our trouble, so everything is in order there. There is na thing out of place, even the leaves at the foot of the trees are arranged well, and the grass green grass looks like a brilliant carpet, then it will all make you feel terrible when they show off their less fluent English, but maybe will also be because the movies are not dubbed and subtitles are in Norwegian (?). Oslo harmonious say, the sea, the lighthouse, the f 
alder-head-peacock, the castle, the castle, the guards, the port, the sculptures of the port, the offices of the port, the port's business The park with the statue in bronze of the angry child that you saw in each guide, and then close it was not much, I preferred the enormous marble sculptures and the great human pyramid Central ep 
crazy or I was the envy of the Peninsula wealthy Bygdǿy with mini beach. I appreciate Oslo on Sunday morning so quiet and dormant and no trace of the festivities for a few hours before. I observed along the Oslo fjord from different parts of the city and I loved the variety of colors and for all the reflections that gave me, for all the pictures and for the whole cross 
Quillio that gave me during this very nice trip .. a little 'inner if we want .. 
avatars with only 500 € .. Friends eh .. Luckily I was made a special price. Even friendship has its value .. 
there air in September .. we are in September. And I'm close to my contract season, the days are shorter and I am always a strange effect. Soon I'll be an unemployed job seekers. But now I've made the call. Here comes the night and I feel a little 'alone, without discovering all the sounds around me during the day. Silence, I see the moon tonight I saw her, almost like a mirage, the moon is one of the most beautiful things that exist . And I'm there before, helpless and alone with all my thoughts, with my ghosts are there like vultures looking for a carcass. We chase each other and feel the breath on my neck. Stove embroidery moments, tired of polishing the little things obsessively. Tired of sensitivity training with the insignificant. Grechetto decorations and squares, psychoanalysis stands out, and insights to the case. Fragments ending before it goes without saying, no links with the rest and no effect on the rest. There is a kind of me is still waiting for a sign face. I want to feel alive, listening and empathy for their sentimental songs. Dust off the Smashing Pumpkins and I feel better already .. basically I feel alive. Really. 
ell'acqua. It's getting late but I can not do much, I light a cigarette. He closes the fridge Giostyle, passes the pack to her that the system in the back seat. She pulls out a plastic bag, passes it to him. He sits in the car and gently tap to remove the sand from the foot-massage for a moment seems a little bag, digs in and change the slippers. She shuts the door in the meantime. It takes the sandals, but she did not sand. Try to see if it has enough space to get into the car. But do not make it. They are 6 feet behind and half meters in front of plenty to do all the necessary maneuvers. But nothing. You are there and square as the most svegliona of the traffic warden reads all the maneuvers to do .. in the car, and not content to agree to reverse. I'm smoking the filter now. They liberated the place. Parking. I observe. I do gently waved his hand and thank you .. I look back and in the meantime had been released thirty other parks around me .. There is no hurry .. calmly, very calmly .. Thank you and good day. 
dying at once, or one that jumps out from time to time, or hindering the bad actors. And they lived happily ever after. Others. Closing credits and I see my name only after the hilum of sponsor of the cook and the dining room of the actors. Perhaps I flatter myself to be the protagonist. Maybe I should be one that opens the door Texas Chainsaw Massacre, I would be the Rosa Maria de The country boy, I'd be the one that gets stuck in the library of The Day After Tomorrow, The Joy Potter would not can bypass the dialog Dawson .. And I doubt that my life is well-suited to other players, other players better than me .. maybe it is because so far no one has sent me a script! 
Last night I went to see Baustelle in concert for the second time in a few months. The first dates from March through eight Estragon in Bologna. We change locations and move at the beer festival (Porky's Beer) Cento (FE), including mud, slippery grass, the market, the smell of sweets, roast pork and beer await the Baustelle. Smoke. I feel like the time while waiting Nek in concert in Sacco's raining. Teenager. This time I also have the chance to arrive on time, and see their entry. He in stylish gray jacket and her white t-shirt and black vest. Beautiful. I prefer this summer location, the stage, Baustelle, left the full moon behind me and the amusement park. Emotions are caught in each CD, you start with a beautiful intro from the new disc, ranging from Charlie surfing to Alfredo , Baudelaire and his verse that makes me die, "give yourself to the garden of flowers of evil" and then revived old songs, I get provincial , a release from fear of The Crow Joe , surprisingly Sergio , The war is over, and even the song of Alain Delon in , a real delight for us savvy fan, then a beautiful medley between rubber and The song of the reformatory arranged again but that does not fail to move me. But the biggest surprise was to recognize the first notes A romantic in Milan, my favorite, the song that Bologna had not done so and that I hoped to hear, eyes shining and I enjoy the show in this place where even the full moon seems to appreciate the music of Baustelle and the sweet voice of Rachel and ice. Live are fantastic, I close my eyes to hear every little sound, then I look at them. I look like Francis is able to interpret his songs with great skill 
thanks to an appropriate language of gestures and movements, I see Rachel picked up the tambourine and beat time with a style that only she can do .. maybe it is time reevaluate the Italian music scene is not it? 
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looks like a scene in slow motion, say something without speaking, or looks that excite us hurt, looks of understanding between two people. Winks of the eye or "only" accomplices, fascinating and mysterious. Eyes that we can not fix, others in which we lose and we would always get lost, eyes that shun out of fear, frightening or reassuring, eyes that know how to smile and eyes that do not stop crying, eyes that tell us we make it without us account and that reveal something about us that we would remain ours alone .. one look is worth a thousand words, if it is a cliché there is a reason .. 
co Zampaglione (leader of Tiromancino). Song which once I loved, and wheeled out willingly. But What are my with 99 Posse was nice .. I find it interesting how courageous his comeback solo .. but .. that's good Guaglione Zulu? 
I returned to London after four years. And I repeat, it was time .. return to a place so far after a few years ago a strange effect, surrounded by a swirl of emotions indescribable. I admit, I was not ready, I did not realize the fact that they return to London until I went through the road that leads me directly from Stansted Airport in the city center. I recognized the familiar streets, fucking cool is to define a family place like London. Maybe it will be too much but I feel like in London, I felt a little, but right away, love at first sight. Arriving late in the evening, sitting in a taxi blacks, 
with the driver left the wallet full of pounds ... what can I wish for more?! Hotels in South Kensington, as bunks rooms, creaky elevator, conquer the carpet, no bidet room, hallway and set slightly squallidina. I was not expecting much, but I'm not complaining, just steps from the "tube" and close to a market open at night, like a smaller and Apu London that sells beer under the table but not can. Breakfast poor and not very substantial, but fortunately, the area offers a full English breakfast £ 5 or so. I'm not complaining even the climate, we have taken enough of rain but only 
first day, then we enjoyed two days of clear skies and a bright sun Caldini. One thing I like is turn on the TV and see the weather forecast does not understand much, but see the outline of Great Britain, I'm strange, always. I saw the changing of the guard , and I'm sorry to say but I think it is all wasted time, if we wait for the event in the rain it Scazzi me even more, the guards are still impaled all day. All of a sudden move, make two distance running, rotate the rifle, and still gets back. And we photograph them. But I made up with a tour at the National Gallery and British Museum , free admission. In the first stands the Rosetta stone and the second 
or you just see how the building welcomes us to be astonished. I did it .. I finally made the rounds in the long-awaited observation wheel in London, the London Eye , I confess to not having watched the entire first to climb, for fear of changing idea, very nice landscape, even if slightly soporific but I have kept awake to observe the sky from there. I love Notting Hill and the shops and stalls that are there, nonsensical, gloves leather, vintage accessories for golf, busts, mannequins, cameras, old retro clothes, necklaces, earrings, .. everything. In subway stations, a voice from the grave tells us to pay attention to step between the platform and the train. There are also posters that reinforce the concept. Mind the gap. Tour of ritual to Wax Museum ( Madame Tussaud 
's ), and relaxation along Oxford Street, the major importance Hamley's, a toy store huge, where all the clerks seem the eternal Peter Pan, shaved and paid for play and dispense smiles, and where I found that sell the fake snow, a kind of chemical that diluted with water becomes snow, but .. too soft. There are a lot of people whose only job is to carry a sign. On the CA 
rtello is advertising something. Often it's just a store that is half a meter. The Tower Bridge is always an emotion, is perhaps my favorite view of London, is seen as one crosses the modern with the old, the history and evolution, the only competition the Big Ben. Here seem to all actors, all different, and walk the streets of the city is like being in a movie. I missed a bit 'of things not because they are less important but because otherwise I might do a blog just about London, I recommend you bring your children to Natural History Museum, famous for the giant dinosaur (which does not exalt me \u200b\u200bcrabs) but also interesting and great attention to detail. For older children a tour of Camden Town Council is always good and we always find something to buy 
are saving a few pounds, instead of just lock them up for mothers from Harrods, too huge and dispersed and is not for me. . I only regret not being able to do a few things I had in the program, go see for Holland Park and take a picture (slightly out of hand), go to Tesco and take the barbecue sauce (I forgot) and eat Jappo to Wagamama (always too full) .. but it does not matter, but I have to go back again! We will also make the effort .. 
