March 2010
1 post
February 2010
3 posts
500 days of summer
Rachel: “Look, I know you think that she was the one, but I don’t.”
Rachel: “Now, I think you’re just remembering the good stuff. Next time you look back, [..] I really think you should look again.”
January 2010
1 post
--My-- Top 25 Films of the 00 Decade
My idea was to write a post for each film, explaining in two lines why it has changed something in my mind and/or in my heart. These will follow soon…maybe.
For now, that’s the list:
#25 The Ring (Gore Verbinsky, 2002)
#24 The Others (Alejandro Amenàbar, 2001)
#23 Dogville (Lars von Trier, 2003)
#22 La science des rêves (Michel Gondry, 2006)
#21 21 grams (Alejandro Gonzalez...
December 2009
1 post
“Io se fossi Dio,
non mi interesserei di odio o di vendetta e neanche di perdono...”
– Io se fossi Dio - Giorgio Gaber
November 2009
30 posts
Today's (My)Wiki page →
Preface: I work in an IT company. That is, I’m in front of a PC 8 hours a day. Obviously sometimes I need a break from work, so I go to Wikipedia and start searching weird arguments, or starting from a word or a theme I encountered before in the day I dig deeply and randomly in it. I’m sure this happened to you even one time…
I find this activity really...
“Lincoln: Che cos’è Dio?
McCord: Sai quando vuoi tantissimo una cosa e allora...”
– The Island (via grondola) (via batchiara) (via danyx)
Proprietà fittizie
danyx:
curiositasmundi:
gravitazero:
Ratzinger: “La Chiesa è dei poveri.”
Il solito vecchio trucco di intestare tutto a dei prestanome.
- Galatea
Me living alone: day three
house [n., adj. hous; v. houz]
1. a building in which people live; residence for human beings.
2. a household.
home [hohm]
1. a house, apartment, or other shelter that is the usual residence of a person, family, or household.
2. the place in which one’s domestic affections are centered.
I was just wondering yesterday (after talking with a person) about the difference between an house...
Me living alone: day one
I don’t belong to this place.
This place doesn’t belong to me.
Just passed the first night in my new house…slept ten hours and well, but woke up with an annoying headache. Sometimes this night I opened my eyes but rapidly reclosed them and turned my face to watch the wall. I never recognized the room. The wall neither.
When will this loneliness be over? I need a day.
For now...
The battle you'll never win...
indeliblenonsense:
You would if you could, wouldn’t you? You’d live in his skin, endure his pain, voice his screams, cry his tears, and be miserable for him. You’d feel his agony if you could. You are an idiot. Whoever told you love is free? It comes at a high price. You knew you couldn’t afford it yet you still went through it. You mortgaged everything and it’s still not enough. Never enough....
“And it’s not “clever lonely” (like Morrissey) or “interesting Lonely” (like...”
– chuck klosterman (taken from http://inretrospect.tumblr.com/)
“E anche se vedo il buio così chiaramente, io penso alla bugia affascinante e non...”
– Afterhours - Dentro Marylin