21.5.13
19.5.13
postcards #4
I've been in Florence only once. Only for one day. My father and I took a train in the morning, very very early, and got there when the city was still sleepy.
I don't remember much. I was 12 or 13.
I remember the walk along the Arno, and the empty sidewalks in those early hours. I remember the improbable clothes we both wore. I remember that I loved these postcards.
Then in the evening, we took the train to come back home.
18.5.13
13.5.13
n.8 I'm a versatile blogger.
I thought "I will do this after the exam of Wednesday", but since I'm the biggest procrastinator ever one of the biggest procrastinator ever (I don't want to sound arrogant... I'm sure you are great procrastinators too!), why study now? Let's do this post instead.
The rules are:
1. Thank the person that gave you the award.
2. Include a link to his/her blog.
3. Select 15 blogs to nominate for the award (I agree with Rosie to limit the number to 5)
4. Tell the person who nominated you and your readers 7 facts about yourself.
Thank you Rosie for this award. It's a real honor to accept this from you. I've found your blog only recently but you are cool and talented... so stop saying the opposite, ok? And you? You didn't take a look at her blog yet? What are you doing then?
7 facts about myself:
n.7 - my favorite song to dance is this;
n.6 - in my opinion, this italian actor has the sexiest voice ever. I know, I didn't hear all the voices of all the people on this planet, but I'm sure he has the sexiest voice. In second position there is Lachie of the Overtones.
n.5- I cried at the end of the elementary school because I didn't want to go to the middle school and I cried at the end of the middle school because I was so happy to finally leave it. You can say whatever you want about me, except that I am not a coherent person.
n.4 - I started my first blog when I was like 14 and it was the fake diary of Ginny Weasley (before she began to hang out with Harry, I've never forgiven her decision). It's still somewhere on the web, but I don't know where.
n.3 - I'm extremely shy and I have the phobia of salespersons. Yes, you read that right. Salespersons. So, when I have to talk to one of them I spend an entire minute to repeat to myself what I have to say. Then I tell myself to say thank you, bye, and smile. Be polite, smile. And of course, after all that thinking, the words come out pretty weird.
n.2 - I listen music when I'm under the shower because otherwise I start thinking about sad things, I get depressed, and cry.
n.1 - I like when they say that I look like my name. Or that it suits me. Or that it's a nice name. As if I were the owner of this name, as if I am the only person to be called like that. And in reality, it doesn't mean a lot. The etymological dictionary is not even sure where it came from. It could come from the Germanic and mean nobility or, and this is my favorite version, from the ancient greek. It was the name of a sea nymph of the ancient mythology and means the woman who come from the sea. And it's also the name of a fish. I don't eat fish, and I don't look like a sea creature. But I like when they tell me I look like my name.
Don't be shy, I know how weird I seem after these things.
My nominees are:
Gorilla Legs
Ditzy and Whimzy
Opshopaholic
The ginger diaries
Downtown Dreaming
An inspired week to all of you.
The rules are:
1. Thank the person that gave you the award.
2. Include a link to his/her blog.
3. Select 15 blogs to nominate for the award (I agree with Rosie to limit the number to 5)
4. Tell the person who nominated you and your readers 7 facts about yourself.
Thank you Rosie for this award. It's a real honor to accept this from you. I've found your blog only recently but you are cool and talented... so stop saying the opposite, ok? And you? You didn't take a look at her blog yet? What are you doing then?
7 facts about myself:
n.7 - my favorite song to dance is this;
n.6 - in my opinion, this italian actor has the sexiest voice ever. I know, I didn't hear all the voices of all the people on this planet, but I'm sure he has the sexiest voice. In second position there is Lachie of the Overtones.
n.5- I cried at the end of the elementary school because I didn't want to go to the middle school and I cried at the end of the middle school because I was so happy to finally leave it. You can say whatever you want about me, except that I am not a coherent person.
n.4 - I started my first blog when I was like 14 and it was the fake diary of Ginny Weasley (before she began to hang out with Harry, I've never forgiven her decision). It's still somewhere on the web, but I don't know where.
n.3 - I'm extremely shy and I have the phobia of salespersons. Yes, you read that right. Salespersons. So, when I have to talk to one of them I spend an entire minute to repeat to myself what I have to say. Then I tell myself to say thank you, bye, and smile. Be polite, smile. And of course, after all that thinking, the words come out pretty weird.
n.2 - I listen music when I'm under the shower because otherwise I start thinking about sad things, I get depressed, and cry.
n.1 - I like when they say that I look like my name. Or that it suits me. Or that it's a nice name. As if I were the owner of this name, as if I am the only person to be called like that. And in reality, it doesn't mean a lot. The etymological dictionary is not even sure where it came from. It could come from the Germanic and mean nobility or, and this is my favorite version, from the ancient greek. It was the name of a sea nymph of the ancient mythology and means the woman who come from the sea. And it's also the name of a fish. I don't eat fish, and I don't look like a sea creature. But I like when they tell me I look like my name.
Don't be shy, I know how weird I seem after these things.
My nominees are:
Gorilla Legs
Ditzy and Whimzy
Opshopaholic
The ginger diaries
Downtown Dreaming
An inspired week to all of you.
12.5.13
postcards #3
I've never been in Paris.
A huge kiss from the magical city of Paris to my bassist of trust!!
Agne
With which illusions I came to Paris hoping to study. Paris is not made for study... it's too beautiful... despite the cold and the rain! It's made to walking on the boulevards, to remember art's history in the museums, to dream.
Chérie, a bientot. Gras bisou,
Frà.
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