back home for a while

Italian House

 travelling transforms learning. here they come: the beautiful couple Giuditta & Augusto (aka The White Stripes!)

I love to look at beautiful things.

rain after sun: welcome to the changing city

 

and after a shower in open air

I finally reach their place

to have a homely beer

 

someday,

around quarter-to-nine

I come along my friends' house

 

after a half -past-four lunch,

but before a nine o'clock dinner

 

pouring right when I went out.

me drench.

 clothes dump.

a glass of red stout,

all around is silent music,

drops of water,

dark lightening.

friends eating burgers and moooshrooms.

 

rapid clouds

are going all over my head

 

later on,

coming back home has never been so quiet

 

silence and pure air

the only things

that set you free

after a crowded night

Notts city

here they have strange red berries on the ground.
wind and dropped red leaves.

I heard a "shhhh"

of flapping wings

 

I met Amy

from Midwest

 

I cried

in front of a handsome guard

 

I bought

an inflatable bed

just in case I have to go round and round

 

I had lunches

with boxes of chips

 

I saw the waterproof

book-crossing

 

I wore

mediocre lipstick

 

I laughed at a boy

standing in a park surrounded by a drum set

 



 

 

ribbons and leaves

and time in a tin,

behind the walls,

in the kitchen...

UK, here I am

it all starts in a windy noon.

this is a very peculiar place. I like it.

looking for houses.

all day long.

64 emails sent.

3 cups drunk.

and the sun went down.

 

 

a new house is all the ways an extreme pleasure.

even if it's not mine, actually.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

the city early in the morning looks asleep

drunk men are going through their final stumble

all sundays
end in great ways.
back and forth
thru the streets of Notts

chill
windy gusts
sun
and drizzle

and bricks
musk
black paint