Poem of the day

The grey sky wears me out
I feel low - and keep on sinking
I cannot make the sun shine, there's no doubt
nor wipe off the clouds to lighten my thinking
So I do what I can to bring my smile back;
Waiting for tomorrow, playing some Jack.

Forza Ferrari! Forza Kimi!

Loistavaa, Kimi! Che giorno indimenticabile! Sei grande!

Streetsoul

I had a good feeling about this day since it started. And so far it has been promising. I finally got the time to listen to the music I got. The most positive surprise was definitely Guru's Jazzmatazz's Streetsoul. It does deliver - even more than required. I'm actually glad I started with this now 7 years old record. The track that does it for me it surely Plenty with Erykah Badu. Truely excellent! Night Vision together with Isaac Heyes is obviously great. Supa Love with Kelis does what you would expect a Kelis song to.

This record really gives me the right mood for a quite lazy Saturday. All in all I get the urge to get myself the latest addition, Vol. 4.

Today I was thinking, I should really take some time to listen to all the excellent music I've got. A lot of pearls are collecting dust. I feel a little bit bad about that. 'Cos after all, for me at least, music makes the world a better place.

I'll leave you with a poem. Inspired by who knows what. The world around me, I guess.



I light a candle just to feel the warmth of the flame
I don't feel lonely anymore
Instead I feel a sudden joy for colourful autumn leaves
for the crispness of a frosty morning,
for the purity of cold fall nights
Promising a fresh start.

About beautiful places

I just got home from the island of Bornholm, Denmark. What a beautiful place! Since I left the camera home, I can show you no pictures, instead I'll give you this link. It should do the trick.

Beautiful sceneries, I wish I'd payed a visit during summer time, I will have to return.

While visiting a local brewery, Svaneke Bryghus, I noticed I'd told a lie about my beer drinking habits earlier. In addition to drinking Corona, one might see me drinking dark beers aswell. So there, I'm happy to have straightened that out :).

And to the music: I got three new sources of inspiration. Michael Bublé's latest, Guru's Jazzmatazz's Streetsoul and Donavon Frankenreiter's Move by yourself. Be sure of that you will hear more about these from me.

I'll leave you with a piece of poem I wrote some weeks ago, inspired by a beautiful soul.

My soul is still warm from the fire you lit.
I closed the window to keep it inside.

Foul language and love songs

I have a problem. It concerns foul language and love songs. Especially a mixture of these two. I remember thinking "Why, oh why, James" when hearing James Blunt's You're beautiful.

Yes, she caught my eye,
As we walked on by.
She could see from my face that I was,
Fucking high,
And I don't think that I'll see her again,
But we shared a moment that will last 'till the end.

And then there was the version with "flyin' high" instead. Better, if you ask me.

Why would anybody, on purpose, walk with white suede boots in the dirt?

Someone who does the same is one of my huge favourites, Damien Rice (his website is a work of art, like the album covers, have a look.). In a more mild way, though. That guy's suffering never seems to end, if you judge by the songs. So Damien, I forgive you for using a somewhat foul language in some of your songs.

One of the many songs that I love is from the album 9, Accidental babies.

Well I know I make you cry
And I know sometimes you wanna die
But do you really feel alive without me?
If so, be free
If not, leave him for me
Before one of us has accidental babies
For we are in love

Do you come
Together ever with him?
Is he dark enough?
Enough to see your light?
Do you brush your teeth before you kiss?
Do you miss my smell?
And is he bold enough to take you on?
Do you feel like you belong?
And does he drive you wild?
Or just mildly free?

What about me?
What about me?

How can anyone write lyrics like that? No filter i used, that's for sure. This is coming straight from every aching cell in that body.

Listen to some of Damien. Listen to Elephant.

I'm yours

Jason Mraz. He's what anybody needs a day like this, when the leaves are yellow, and the frost left its mark on the morning.



There's something magical about those first frosty mornings in autumn. First a crispy chill wakes you up, and just an hour later the sun melts away all signs of a cold night, leaving only a shimmer of gold that is a reflection of autumn leaves, making everything beautiful. And imagine that with a blue sky as a background. Magical.

A bit like Jason Mraz. I just let his "I'm yours" play in the background, and I'm facing the reality: that's all I need for this day. I suggest you give it a try.

Rome in 347 pictures and plenty of ice cream

Let's start with a poem. Inspired by Paris two weeks ago.

You threw me a kiss through the window
as I saw you move on

I stood still
unable to move (on)

The kiss still burning on my cheek and my hand as its shield
as if that would save it from the world around me
moving on

When all I wanted was to stay in the moment
Still

And now let's move on to Rome. Ah, 30 degrees and sun would be enough for me anywhere. But having it in Rome makes it even better. I must say, I achieved many of my goals on that trip. I took a lot of pictures. It's the typical story: Girl gets camera, girl takes pictures, more pictures and even more pictures. Girl gets tired of carrying the camera on day three. Girl takes less and less pictures and of more and more strange things. But it is always fun. Documenting the world. Collecting those glimpses.



I must admit. This writing session needs no background music. I'll have to choose the music afterwords. It'll be something with a good rythm. Maybe something Cuban.

Back to Rome. Besides taking those photos I did enjoy having a [read plenty] good cappuccino, especially when some of them came with a lovely heart shaped white foam on top. The best cup of cappuccino? At Café Trevi, just due passi [or not even that] from the Fontana di Trevi. And yes: it came with a smile and heart shaped foam :)



And the ice cream. For me, doing Italy without ice cream would be like swimming in the desert.

Testing procedure
To do the appropriate testing the test person [me] has to be careful to always choose the same size of the ice cream. If possible, it should be a big cone. What the hell, the biggest there is. It's important to keep the size the same. It is also important to have, again - if possible, one flavour that always is included in the test. That way the test person has one given criteria, which is easy to compare from one test to another. During this seven-day test it was chocolate. With chocolate I gave [some documentation on test materia got lost during the week] liquorice, pistachio, lemon, cream, coconut and chocolate chip a chance to measure up. The winner of the seven-day test was the chocolate [that was a surprise!], but not a very ordinary one. A deep and profound type of chocolate, with pieces of canded fruit in it. It was heaven.

The apartment was excellent for a stay like this. Especially when we got back to it the first night, noticing that the key we'd got didn't fit into the lock of the front door of the house. I called our landlord, Enzo. "La chiave funziona" [the key works] was his story. Mine was the opposite one. But Enzo was kind enough to bring us another one. And it did open the door.


[No, this is NOT the apartment]

And yes. I did meet the pope.
That's Rome for now. I'm sure I'll give it another thought when it sinks in. I'm still waiting for my luggage, and I'm hoping my bottle of latte condensato is in there when the bag finally arrives.