everyone says that...

i just want to know the name, that name..
maybe someone knows it before me, maybe someone has the chrystal ball ans reads my feature before me...that would be cool only if it wouldn't hurts me...

2 blue eyes were looking at me.. u should go there, Manziana's wood.
1 new bike, 4 same eyes...feelings? maybe better than the old ones.
past thoughts keep coming to my mind but doesn't flow up.

that wood, the same country as mine, just few km's away from my place, but loooks like a farytale book.
green land andl floating water...not only water.
drive north-west, keep ur eyes on the traffic jam, control the weather, stay cool. 40 Km's and u r there. far from the world, far from the truth.
it is a beautiful lie, which lives for a couple of hours. enough to make u think about the present.

jump on 2 wheels, stay up, push down, dont think that tomorrow is that day.
the day everyone judges u because u r there. look at ur feet, feel the breath, join the air. piss behind a bush and realize that it is only u to be evanescent and not the world around u.

u go up and dow, cross the stream, smoke funny grass under a roman bridge and feel it. feel like u've built it up. take the wrong pattern, carry uo ur bike, drink pure water.

and then, met ur father.... just a phone call, and u meet a man. 60 years old, same eyes as urs, same moves as urs, same smoke as urs.

i look at him and i discover my self while my man is close to mem, sharing that air, taht same man.
this life is amazing. this man gave me a birth and gave me the joyful of breathing something ithat is already been, and always be, there.
my dad, my priest, my love. he looks at me, after weeks we ddn't talk. he s there, no questions.
a mirror of waters is the landscape. his voice is the soundrack, my happyness is the clue.

go there, find out ur self, Rome is a treasure. be careful to keep it to ur self, don't share it with anybody because it won't b the same. u can understand much more ln this way than reading between the lonley planet.
it may b only a sunday afternoon far from the world, wayfrom the billboards.

listen to me. this happyness has to be lived until the last drop.
ride and run, eat and laugh, scream and feel good..these are this is what really matters.

rome is a treasure. u r and so is the man who's close two u, sharing ur cries and dreams.

came back to write down about my my life o'trip.

i dont think everyone is interested in someone's life, but just about those things which make a life great.
these things are not so many, few tenderness gave to the eyes, smells as present for your lips and nose...ash and peppermint colours to brush your hand with.
nothing else, nothing much.

i've been abroad for awhile, i'm only 26 but i' ve already changed continet few times by now...japan, australia, us..and now i'm back in my own italy..still dont know why actually, but this is another story.

i want to try to talk about the last trip i had, without telling u where it was untill the end of these few lines. it just begins like this......

once upon the time there was a girl, her name was A, big green eyes and long legs (for further details, please keep reading)..
normal girl, temporary job, mobile phone - but not blackberry, to complicated for her - curly hair, lot of friends and a car. small green car, full of stuff usefull for nothing.

she jump in and out the lonley planet's pages to study where to go the day after tomorrow with her blue-eyed guy, G
hey babe, should we go there? but she already knows where to step first. the beach, yes of course, mountain? ..yeah, maybe....THE ROAD, there's where she wanna go. riding the street of the island.

this chick here, that morning felt like the world stopping that very nite, at the beginning of the highway to cross the sea.
she woke up as every day: 8.30 (but always 9.00), rolling in the sheets trying to not to think about the happening of the day.

so, she woke up looking at her shape very happy about it, her long legs and toned skin are still her pride.
move to the kitchen and make coffee, nothing exists in the world before the coffee. it is like a white blank courtain the world to her before a coffee.
the smell of the coffee will be there again only in 10 days, so it is better to drink it now as much as u can!
move to the kitchen, make coffee, sit down at the table with G still walking around half asleep. the air was great, felt perfect in that kithcen, the same one of her childhood.

(i dont know why is like this but i love kitchens, also my frinend's ones, feel protected and fullfilled..mmm).

put on make up, chosen the right shoes for that skirt she didn't like, but was the only thing still out from the washing machine. who cares, she is going, she is pushing the "Stop" botton of the world turnig point. stop the world, turn off the light, take the bag and start dancing.

once at work she start lookng at his email, deciding which words to use to talk to him ( because her boss sometimes tells her that her voice "makes him agitated"...) and start the routine: ups sendings, telephone calls, booking the privte jet, choose the nec-ties for his nephew's birthday, sending flowers fot his sister, being sure the cemetery is cleaned and full of white betties on the family tomb and so on...

1.00pm, lunch break..just tomatoes and tuna infront of the screen, but she was tasting the fresh bread with souces and smelly jelly. again, 3.30pm, maybe a cigarette, so the time will be here sooner. maybe now her boss on his yacht thinking about how boring his luxury week end is. the boat was to big, the food in late, the waitress to noisy, the water maybe to cold and the 5 stars hotel booked "Just in case" to far from the parking lot...instead she was worried about the right roads to take with the green car and the blue-eyed G.
the invoice came at 4.30 and she put the yellow mark on the total, 21.000€ for one nite stay in london with his wife...
100€ for 10 days camping will be enough?maybe even less if they were lucky...

5.30pm, almost there. G was loading the car, leaving behind the stress, the sneakers and the boring mom. and so A did.
now, lets go!! gosh, 3 hours driving to the harbour, lets sleep there so tomorrow we are fresh and ready to go towards the other flag, so close, so far.
hotel near the station, eating red sweet grape on the bed, maknig love full of ...nothing, light as foam, moving on each other with no attention for the 2 mattress together, the television with discorveychannel, just happy to be there, not yet tomorrow, still the off-day of a friday nite in the harbour city.

then there was a boat, yellow and blue, off connection from the continent that i want to forget ..so far so damm good.
camping? no thanks, car is better..u know, will go to the camping only tomorrow morning..
beach?yeas, the camping one first, after having breakfast with smeely croissant and jelly milk...good, damm good.
hey honey, let's build it up! the tent was ours ambassy, the national spot inside the international frame. italians? no, just us, italan? mybe...not from here anyway.

the days rolled by and my eyes got fat to look at those endless landscapes. smelling each other at nite they could understand the different origins of the air. Ah, yes, this is the salty beach of Saint Julie..hey G, rememebr the picture on that flat stone? u looked like a wild guy from the jungle! look down, u can see the water has ur same colours of the eye!

then G bitten her thigh and said "muuh, which colur was the mirth barry u smell of?" his shoulders were wide and strong, full of the sea he swum in. her brest, not so big but enough to be hold in a warm hand, were tanned and he could not resist for a taste of natural beauty
the ash of that restaurant's grill was on her skin and the peppermint scent of the grass around the tent made her float inside a deep and long sleep, but not before being in his hug, for a long silent while...

Corse, is like this, colurs, shadows, smell, natural waterfalls of air-juice...

take ur A and bring her there..she will b urs until the end od the nites.