Some sentences i wrote for a friend project in London.
Some sentences i wrote for a friend project in London.
Lor is a dear friend and a sensitive photographer. There are no lies in his art.
Please look at this picture carefully.
Here is the other face of Rome. This is a face of the place where i grew up. The sea that surrounds a dirty sand. The annihilation of the structures. The notion of “urbanistic” disapears, and we always come back to a place that seems to be too old to let us move on. Dehumanization appears somehow romantic, as we loose ourselves in silents questions with no answers.
We Romans are a so old civilization.
We live in the past and present like shadows of our ancient glories and fresh mistakes.
We surrender in the shame of our politics, enchained to silence by the blackmails of crosses and mafias.
Lightings incapable to stay still. And an endless sky where we can hide our dreams.
YELLOW as the taste of your lips.
YELLOW for all those words i never spoke.
YELLOW like these leaves that will fall… While you say you still love me.
YELLOW like curtains. YELLOW as all the secrets we share.
Wherever you are, whoever you are, do not listen to anybody and create what you feel. Use any media, be conservative or technological, or be both. Trace the photos, cut, paste, use acrylics, RGB or CMYK, paint with your hands. Just be yourself. And beware of those artists that wants to teach you that some things are not allowed, that you are too old or too young. Beware of those who give you rules to follow when there are no rules. Beware of those artists, sometimes, rich bored guys, that want to make you feel common and trivial, just to keep their position.
Nowadays we consider Gutenberg’s invention of mechanical movable type printing as one of the most important event of the modern period. Google’s intention to digitize all the world’s books may also be seen as a huge event, a second revolution after Gutenberg, that embodies the step forward that human kind as done since the beginning of his history: “to give knowledge to everyone”, to communicate, evolving and sharing.
A first reply would be “Yes, it’s a good thing” in this point of view. Technology is the access key to this evolution. So I agree with the ideas of Nicholas Carr when he wrote in “The library of Utopia”: “the main problem with constructing a universal library has little to do with technology. It’s the thorny […] legal, commercial and political issues that surrounds the publishing business ”(i) that create problems and debates.
Personally I don’t believe that the wish of digitize to share knowledge will destroy authors job. On the contrary, like the example of Paulo Coelho that Jarvis wrote in the chapter of “GoogleCollins”(ii), this would be a chance for them to be read, known, understood/criticized… a good way to improve. An author, in my opinion, is an author not for the money, but for the need to share, to express. That is the point. If a book is free to be read online… where is the breaking of the Copyright law, if copyright prevents copying? We have to accept evolution, as it happened around 1440. Enter the new millennium, encouraging the update of the convention of Berne.
(i) MIT Technology Review – “The library of Utopia” http://www.technologyreview.com/featuredstory/427628/the-library-of-utopia/
(ii) Jeff Jarvis – “What would google do?”p 141-144
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.
It hurts like hell.
I finished working and i just wanted to come home.
Point is that i’m not a biker nor a PRO… so when i though “Oh yeah let’s jump over this step” in the rain… i just fell.
But… good point for me: i fell with style.
My knee btw was injured and when i got off from the bike i saw the blood.
I went in my new house and realized that i couldn’t find disinfectant.
And when i was with my knee in the shower, trying to clean the wound with water, i realized how lonely i felt. When i got hurt, i always had someone next to me. It made me feel good to know that i was in pain and someone was there, to help me or just stay in silence, next to me. I’m not a complicated girl for this.
Sometimes a silent presence means more that hundreds of words.
When i woke up… i found my wound infected. And as it was sunday…. pharmacies and drug stores were closed. Thankgod my parents came one day in Paris, so when i told them i had a problem they tried to help me. As i had no solution and i had to go working i decided to leave just some minutes befores and ask the help of the Firefighters of the hotel i work in.
Yep, in France, when you got hurt, you call Firefighters.
Well there was this firefighter who was very kind with me. For him it was just routine and he didn’t pay a special attention to me… for him it was just… “normal”. But for me… it was everything.
Lonelyness make you realize how precious persons around you are.
When you’re lonely like me, and you just moved in a empty house on your own… there’s no one to help you to trasport stuff, that keeps the door opened while you’re coming in with a heavy box, no one to cheer you up after a long day of work, nothing cooked, no one who will give you his/her arm to catch once you fell. It’s just you and a huge city full of strangers.
So when this guy smiled at me and treated me… somehow i felt i was going to cry.
Finally here i am, waiting to heal… hoping that loneliness and dirt of Paris will not infect me again.