Just Maybe Forse Ciao

In the city of toys, with the rooftops red, pink and green, the colorful bricks that have seen the war, the regime, the imperial splendor, the fake and true wealth of those who have ruled the streets, the hills, the music, the art, well there I do not have a toy heart. In the city of toys, the grey and gold bridge, the pastel green of the dome, the PollyPocket knot of streets, history breathing through churches, clocks, figurines, masquerades, puppets and all there is to play with - in the city of gold I glitter too. As I have switched off all my fluorescent colors inside, to make hugs last less, to make kisses never come, and love and making love never real for myself. Colors would want longer hugs and kisses and love making which seem real instead, every once in a while. If I had a toy heart, then I would be able to forget and embrace the colors instead, a toy among other toys, playing games with bubbles and PollyPocket streets and palaces, and princesses' dreams...

India made me think. It's not like I wanted to - you know, I was on holiday and all - but I kinda had no choice. it was like a slap in the face to land in Goa, all the colors I have always wanted there in my face, mixed with the dust on the street, the heat from the ground up and the different smells of spices and cows and scooters and all there is to smell. I had forgotten, or probably I had never seen, so many colors, used for houses, temples, cafes, juice bars, beach shacks, food, dresses, make up. All of it. All can have colour, and I kinda had forgotten. India make me think. Because we believe we know and we actually don't, what is best for us, most of the time, and we act as we do, we made us feel as we do. And frankly, when the sea waters get so difficult even if you can swim and the sky becomes the tallest you have ever seen, and the beach becomes spheric in your eyes that see bubbles, bubbles all around, it makes sense to question what you...

When there's nothing left to burn you have to set yourself on fire. She thinks boarding a plane to Eastern Europe. Walking down Budapest, with the feeling of elegance and royalty, typical of many Eastern European countries, where you feel the ghosts of the past singing chorus about battles, loves, deaths, murders, adultery, fantasy, imagination, cruelty and spirit of the war. The cold cold wind over the Danube, the one that would cut through your skin if you weren't well equipped, makes her think. Loneliness, like anything else you feel, can be burnt down. But, if there is no-one left to burn, to get warm, then you have to set yourself on fire. And there you go, she will not burn he, who has now started to describe his real life hoping, maybe, this won't drive her away. He is so afraid of burning and yet terrified he won't burn again. She will not burn he, who awaits for her on the other side of the world with a torch in his hands in the 40 degree...

New York is a sexy bitch. She gets all over you, with the smog and the fumes. She gets under your skin, with the subway dirt and the height of city's skyscrapers She gets in between your hair, with the cold, freezing wind of winter. She gets in your breathe, on your eyelashes, she slips through your fingers, she escapes your hands and she slides right beneath your feet. New York is a sexy bitch. She has red hair at weekends, she is blond on Sunday mornings, she is a brunette over the week. She makes you fall in love with her and then she might not call you back when you long for her. And you can't forget her. Cause she is all over you, under your skin, between your hair, in your breathe, on your eyelashes, through your fingers, in your hands, beneath your feet. Whenever you meet the City, she always has an affair with somebody else. You wonder, whether you'll ever come first, or whether there will always be a threesome or a foursome or an orgy every ...

When the sun sets everyday over Adelaide, you never know what year tomorrow it's going to be. When she saw the sunset over Adelaide, Violet didn't know what year it was. Adelaide. It sounds so much better if you pronounce it in the Italian way. A.DE.LA.I.DE. All the letters, all of them. Such a smooth sound. With only 175 years of history, the capital of South Australia doesn't know year 1800. Can you believe it? And yet, Adelaide is not new, it is not even remotely new, but the sun touches everything down here. There are women wearing hair clips like the ones you could see on the cover of a 1960s magazine. And the colours of their dresses is always pink or some shade of pink.  There are men waiting silently by the little almost deserted stations outside the city, to get on the train to the centre, on a platform with a cute Victorian roof, white or light green or yellow, with those squiggles that Queen Victoria must have liked. They are not weari...

He would stare at empty chairs Think of the ghosts that once sat there The ghosts that broke his heart. oh the ghosts that broke my heart The ghosts that broke his heart oh the ghosts that broke my heart the ghosts the ghosts the ghosts the ghosts the ghosts the ghosts The ghosts that broke my heart before I met you Lover, please do not Fall to your knees It's not Like I believe in Everlasting love https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XonJJbV54BE The largest town in Argyll and the Isles, Oban is known as the ‘Gateway to the Isles’ and the 'Seafood Capital of Scotland'. Barcaldine Castle is buried in the depth of Argyll, just near Oban, on the shores of Loch Creran, surrounded by hills and embraced by over 400 years of history. Blood, feuds, brotherhood and rivalry, Barcaldine Castle is not too much and yet enough. Just like an everyday love story. There are officially two ghosts left wandering in Barcaldine Castle, a woman...

Naples has the sky. You might think your city, wherever you live or wherever you travel, has a sky too. True. But Naples has the sky and it does remind you that it does have it. Because the sky in Naples kisses the volcano, the Vesuvio, every day and every day also in winter a tiny ray of sun, at least one, through the Vesuvio also reaches the sea.   Naples has the sky and the sky gives energy. When you walk through Naples' alleys and you feel sucked in people's voices and steps, their clothes hanging out the windows, cause cleaned things are closer to the sky too. You feel the need for something genuine, real, primitive when you look at Naples and you feel its energy. Like that love that makes you want to look right at the sky while walking, as if your heart needed more oxygen, as if you just needed to be out in fresh air. That is genuine, that feels real, like when in the sky of Naples there are no clouds and the sun is just simply warm in December. As ...