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paperina_85 @ 2006-10-09T22:53:00






When you set out to
Ithaka hope your road is long,
full of adventure and discovery. The
Lestrigoni
and the Cyclops, the angry Neptune do not worry,
not be the kind of meetings
if your thoughts remain lofty, and a feeling
stirs your spirit and your body.
Cyclops, Lestrigoni, not certain, nor
incurring the wrath Neptune

if not carry them within your soul if you do not set them up.

Pray that the road is long.
That the summer mornings are many
when in port - and now that joy -
you touch the ground for the first time at Phoenician trading
linger and buy
pearl and coral, amber and ebony
all fine merchandise, including perfumes
piercing of all kinds, more intoxicating perfumes as you can, in many Egyptian cities to be

learn many things from their scholars.

Also you have in mind Ithaca -
Arriving there is the constant thought.
But do not hurry the journey;
if it lasts long, for years, and that old
reach the island, you, full of treasures accumulated
street
not expecting Ithaca to riches.
Ithaca has given you the beautiful voyage
without her you would have never put on the road
: what else do you expect?

And if you find her poor, Ithaca you will be disappointed. Without
wise now, with so much experience on
you already have understood what Ithaca is that mean.



(Constantine Cavafy, Ithaca )

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paperina_85 @ 2006-10-05T01:07:00






I loved London, and coming from Rushton, I was seduced by the sense of anonymity .
I liked meeting new people and I could look forward without receiving any malicious
accompanied by the comment: "Ah, you that Mickey Maloney."
It was as if I had changed them and starting over again skin.

* _ * In a book on the whole ugly, and I was very impressed, there was something good. In short, Mickey
summarized what I usually say in a poem ...

These days, though, I resumed my daily routine and I am again curious, driven and hungry for knowledge. I was seduced by the sense of anonymity because when crossing the border are no longer "the daughter of ...", but it's just me and for what they are worth. To hell with the parents and the recommendations!



This photo (horrible, mind you, but I have not found something better) portrays a bit 'my world today, Corso Italy, with its windows, the strange faces and those I meet often but we did not know the name and also their history, the most eccentric people who speak languages that I understand sometimes and sometimes not ... and the Feltrinelli with its colorful covers and the air again and the mix of cultures in which every time I get lost. My poor wallet, but ...

And then there's the return.
In these two days I was always running, so I switched from the Solferino Bridge, avoiding Course Italy. I have not seen new faces and decorated windows, but the spectacle that presented itself to my eyes was not less than:



In light of the sunset, even Pisa (however ugly, gray and dirty) acquires its charm.

Now I go to bed, the alarm sounds in 5 hours.
Goodnight,
Stefania.