The nonse of all the system

I wake up.
After 7-8 bad hours of sleep.

I move the curtains. I see Paris skyline, plunged into the rain. A thin, invisible rain that whisper that winter is coming.

Alone i look outside. And when sky i so grey i realize how the whole face of this city changes. I wash my face, and i have a weird breakfast.


Then i think of those i left in Rome, under the sun.

The majority of the peolple i left in Rome did not understand why i moved.

They don’t feel guilty, or responsible. But they are scared to write me, to ask. Or maybe they just do not have the capacity to undertand. I always over-estimated some persons.

With all this distance i realize that truth is so different: i thought to have many friends there. Nope. They made gossips and disappeared. They asked me to work for free … “friends” stuff and blah blah. Big part of them never wrote, never asked. Other just wrote to say ” oh great you live i paris now? good i’ll visit you so i won’t have to pay the hotel”. Wow… what a style. I’m happy to have recognized these persons. And in the future, i won’t be so naive. I’ll know how to treat them.

On the other hand i’m having a great feedback from other persons. I miss them a lot. I miss my boyfriend of course. But distance is such a good teacher. I notice things i never saw. I suffer, but this pain is making me stronger. Leaving is a kind of declaration of indipendence. A declaration of how strong someone can be. And the weaks are envious of such actions.

That’s how i feel it right away. Rome is a great city, i was just surrounded by assholes.

And what about me? well i’m working and working and … working. I have about 3-4 free per day, and i am testing new games… so i really feel kind of alienated!

I’ll have to find some motivations to enjoy more the city. It would be easier if french people weren’t so cold. Or should i say people from Paris.

Anyway i perceive it now as the city of the Arts, and loneliness.


Thoughts about Paris…

I know that most of the people think of Paris as a very romantic capital.

A kind of “love nest” out of time, were persons look in each others eyes… and fell deeply in love.

Well. Sounds good. But reality is very different. Paris is a very cold city. People like me that goes living in the city center find themselves strangly … alone.

It is not a place for falling in love, or for looking for a person to fall in love with and build a future together.

It is a European capital that stands for its productive power. Work is the keyword. And the key to Paris differents worlds as well. Everything depends on how much you earn, on what kind of job you’re doing. The type of job qualify and define you as person.

Talking about me…. as i do not work as “a very well know artist”… it’s like i count nothing and so i am not an artist.

What i create seems to be meaningless in a Parisian’s eyes.

Target is: first, be famous.

But that sound crazy to me. Art should not be a slave of social musts. Art is a weapon again ignorance, againts the rules (sometimes wrong) of the common sense.

Fame should not be the mainstay of art.

Some many faces

So much silence.

Thousands of glances … unspoken wishes.
Lonely souls bound to each others
so many hands and eyes, that you will see just once.

I feel terribly lonely.

In Paris again

parisThis time, it’s quite different. Mostly because of the people. I grew up in Paris, but i lost, during these years, the relationships i had with my classmates, friends, with every single person i used to see everyday. I was a litle girl, i had no idea of what was going on, so i didn’t had the time to say goodbye to all these persons.  And now, after 16 years, here we are.

I saw these faces again. I saw how the places i used to live changed. Our lives went on. I always, always had the feeling, since i’ve left this city, that i lived two different lives. That somehow i was two different persons. “but i’m a  million different people from one day to the next” as Ashcroft says in his song (bittersweet simphony with the Verve)… as i spoke two different languages. As i was somehow both french and italian. black and white.

…And now… well, it seems that i can feel a strange, new feeling. I feel like i woke up from a strange dream, realizing that it wasn’t a kind of binary of two different lives but one. One only, my life, and time moved on not only for me. And what is in front of me is not clear at all. There’s nothing of well-defined. It’s all blurry, it’s all to discover.

But i’m not scared like before. Not at the same way at least.

I guess i grew up. I guess i know a part of myself, at the same way i know the streets of Paris, the particular smell of some places. The color of the Seine when i’m there my friends that i know since 22 years, and that i still love from the bottom of my heart.

This things makes us better persons, and deepens the meaning of our being here.

My Paris … Some more pictures (Part 2)

Hi Folks! It took me sometime to find some pictures to show you. I didn’t want to show the “classical pictures of Paris”. I always try to give you unexpected points of view and figures it’s not common to look at. I hope i reached the target this time. You can use the photos of this post, as long as you credit me and link back^_^

A Photo Collage of Général de Gaulle on the Hotel de Ville - June 2010

A Photo Collage of Général de Gaulle on the Hotel de Ville – June 2010

The Collage was huge, actually.

The Collage was huge, actually.

I really don’t feel chatty today… So I’ll just leave you with these pictures!

Pont Neuf

Pont Neuf

La conciergerie

La conciergerie

Ile de la Cité

Ile de la Cité

I played a lot with saturation and color on this one. The centre is just a perfect subject for this kind of saturation games in my opinion

I played a lot with saturation and color on this one. The centre is just a perfect subject for this kind of saturation games in my opinion

Some street art next to the Centre Pompidou

Some street art next to the Centre Pompidou


Traveling around my beloved city: Paris part 1

I said many times that i grew up between France and Italy. So i would like to share with the world these pictures i always keep next to me. It often happens that nostalgia just takes all of me. I’m always divided in two: when i’m in Rome, i miss Paris, and when i’m in Paris well… i miss Rome. Let’s start by the Quartier Latin, on the left side of the Seine.

Place Saint-Michel, in the fifth arrondissement. This is saint mikael, on the top of the Fountain.

Place Saint-Michel, in the fifth arrondissement. This is ST Mikael, on the top of the Fountain.

Have you ever heard about the Luxembourg’s Gardens? It’s always on the Rive Gauche; The park is the garden of the French Senate, which is itself housed in the Luxembourg Palace. It’s a big Garden in the heart of Paris. The second of Paris: the biggest one are the Tuilleries, in Spring it is magnificent:

Jardins du Luxembourg


While i was coming back home (i always lived next to the Louvre, in the 1st arrondissement) i just saw this old car next to a bistrot.


Let’s go back to the right side of the Seine. I’ve mad some captures on the Pont des Arts the “Bridge of Arts”: it’s a famous pedestrian bridge that connect “the square court” of the Louvre to the Left Side of Paris. Do not ask me why, but today “Le pont des Arts” is completely full of lovers who hung up padlocks to demonstrate their love.

Le Pont des Arts

Le Pont des Arts

The view from Le Pont des Arts by Night. You can se Notre Dame Far away.

The Louvre Pyramid is a large glass and metal pyramid, surrounded by three smaller pyramids, in the main courtyard of the Louvre Palace. The large pyramid serves as the main entrance to the Louvre Museum.  The Pyramid was commissioned by the President of France François Mitterrand in 1984, it was designed by the architect I. M. Pei.


If you love Photography and the games of glass reflections, take your time to look at the Pyramid during the sunset.


Some Street art in the 2nd Arrondissement.Tulipes