to drown a rose

• incipit irrisolto

should it burst open
(the sleek white shell)
punk rags would rain all over

• i really meant

to blog in english once in a while, but it seems i just can't be bothered... sorry. just don't use automatic translation, ok?

• ma quando piove?

(when breathing’s hard
and life’s a pain
i close my eyes
and pray for rain)

• diva

any information about this clothing label?
i can’t find it on the internet, so i guess it might be something from the early 90s.
(i’ve got quite a few diva items from a friend a couple of years ago, but never really asked where they came from--they’re made in england, cheap but fun.)

• you can find a black cat

sleeping in the stuffy upstairs rooms of shakespeare & co. in paris (lovely place in a great location, but by no means a great bookshop, this should be said).

• photofriday: rest

resting on my scanner is a favourite with miss m. (the photo is blurred, but this suits her somehow)

• cultural exchanges, or the safety of objects

reciprocating chatiryworld’s «three pictures» (and cheating, because i’ve grouped 3 things in 1 picture):

3 favourite items from my breakfast table (i’m a bit ashamed now, because i can’t help noticing none of them seems to be made in italy): tin cereal box, plain put lovely bowl from habitat, typographic mug from the metropolitan museum, where i’ve never been.

3 things i’d save from my apartement if I should leave in a hurry (assuming that a man and two cats do not count as «items», that i’ve had time to get dressed and my shoulder bag is already on my shoulder).
this exercise has been useful: i discovered i was strangely detached while thinking about it--i mean, if i was to leave everything behind, it would really make little sense taking only 3 «important» things. if i had to choose now, i’d probably look ahead, so: my computer, a book i haven’t read yet, and my new seurat-patterned umbrella, which might be nice to have in this weather.

(so sorry about the ugly flash, but every sunlit hour seems to have disappeared from my working days, all of a sudden.)

• filastrocche come vengono

weeks run towards their end
like they knew where they're going

(i'm stuck with socks to mend.)

• folastrocche, filastracche

the heat is not an option
i can't let it prevail
i'm melting on the pavement
my hair a burning veil
who sets my thoughts on fire
confuses what i know
until my mind gets cleared
by dreams of silent snow.

• friday cat blogging,

or the perfect excuse for blogging about cats.
i discovered it here, but its origins seem to lay here.

so what is this?

this is a length of shoestring recently torn from my trainers by my cat. isn’t chewing an understated weapon of distruction?
there is no limit to what felines can achieve by chewing, given enough time.
(i came across more striking pieces of evidence, through the years, but threw them away without thinking of recording their horribly shredded appearance in pictures.)