Life is wine

“Make your own Bible. Select and collect all the words and sentences that in all your readings have been to you like the blast of a trumpet.” Florence-Dijon-Praha, an Italian running behind Eastern Europe.  

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Well, have I been traveling so long that I forgot how to stop?

Patrick Wolf | Thickets

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Ma ho visto i morti sconosciuti, i morti repubblichini: sono questi che mi hanno svegliato. Se un ignoto, un nemico, diventa morendo una cosa simile, se ci si arresta e si ha paura a scavalcarlo, vuol dire che anche vinto il nemico è qualcuno, che dopo averne sparso il sangue bisogna placarlo, dare una voce a questo sangue, giustificare che l’ha sparso. Guardare certi morti è umiliante. Non sono più faccenda altrui; non ci si sente capitati sul posto per caso. Si ha l’impressione che lo stesso destino che ha messo a terra quei corpi, tenga noialtri inchiodati a vederli, a riempircene gli occhi. Non è paura, non è la solita viltà Ci si sente umiliati perché si capisce – si tocca con gli occhi – che al posto del morto potremmo essere noi: non ci sarebbe differenza, e se viviamo lo dobbiamo al cadavere imbrattato. Per questo ogni guerra è una guerra civile: ogni caduto somiglia a chi resta, e gliene chiede ragione. Cesare Pavese | La casa in collina

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Come potrò dire a mia madre che ho paura?

Fabrizio de André | Cantico dei drogati

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Einmal ist keinmal.

MIlan Kundera | The unbearable lightness of being

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On redoute toujours de perdre la mémoire. C'est elle la source de nos maux. On ne vit bien que dans l'oubli. La mémoire est le pire ennemi du bonheur. Les gens heureux oublient.

 Jean-Michel Guenassia | Le Club des Incorrigibles Optimistes

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If we were allowed to be honest in job applications: An imaginary cover letter.

Dear Sir, dear Madam,You don’t know me, and I don’t know you. I feel like this is the best start to our correspondence: neither of us knows anything about the other so we are willing to start off  fresh. My name is Marta, and I am a student in European Studies. I am writing to you because faced with the perspective of impending unemployment, I feel the unstoppable need to apply for jobs....

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“If you can't change your fate, change your attitude.”

Amy Tan | The Kitchen God's Wife

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Grinderman | Honey Bee

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"Then start asking the right fucking questions"

True Detective

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'Cause there's this tune I found that makes me think of you somehow and I play it on repeat Until I fall asleep

Arctic Monkeys | Do I wanna know?

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All broken down by The side of the road I was never more alive or Alone I've worn the faces off All the cards I'm gonna take it with me When I go

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Nostalgia is the only pastime left for those who have little faith in the future

Che cosa avete contro la nostalgia eh? E’ l’unico svago che resta per chi è diffidente verso il futuro. L’unico. Senza pioggia agosto sta finendo e settembre non comincia. Ed io sono cosi ordinario. Ma non c’è da preoccuparsi. Va bene, va bene così

La Grande Bellezza

(Why are you against nostalgia? It's the only pastime left for those who have little faith in the future. The only one. Without rain, August is almost over and September doesn't start. And i am so ordinary. But there is nothing to worry about. It's alright, It's alright)

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“My dear boy, " Miss Frost said sharply. "My dear boy, please don't put a label on me - don't make a category before you get to know me!”

John Irving | In One Person

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"Pray for the people inside your head For they won't be there when you're dead"

Johnny Flynn | Tickle me Pink

(New really weird lyrics favorite)

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2013, Summing up.

Some songs: Instant CrushReckoning songAll too wellGracelessDon’t swallow the capLes écorchésWorking on the highwayMissing YouStand By MeDiskoPartizaniFormidablePassage(me in the dark)Noi tireremo drittoLes démons de minuitLes bourgeoisAmerican MaryLittle by littleMesecinaGrowing upOnly a clownFat City (Slight Return)Betty Blueceн тpoпeWalk Like a ManBubamaraМохнатый шмельSuper Gut 

(And some extra very politically questionable music).

A few places: Groningen, Prague, Paris, Bremen, Berlin, Köln, Bonn, Brussels, Luxembourg, London, Milan, Rome, Civita di Bagnoregio, Todi, Assisi, Asinara.

Three books: One Hundred Years of Solitude, La Gloire de mon Père, Kitchen

Two movies: Parada, Wild at Heart

One Sentence: "Stai Addosso"

Worst idea of the year: Cycling in August in Sardinia.

Randomest idea: Sleeping in the trunk of a car to see Bruce Springsteen live. 

Best idea: Baking cookies on a Saturday night.

All in all, less useless than a person who doesn't speak French.

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Distance sucks. My room is so far from the kitchen.