riccardo
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36 years old
Bologna, Bologna
Italy
Last Login: 7/7/2009
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| General | writing traveling athens italian language surrealism people giving shape to shapelessness, bread, wine, trance parties, looking for guitar and signing lessons, collage, creativity creation and fabulous creatures, monsters, mythology, legens, great cycling champions starting with great campionissimi like Botecchia, girls because they rule, dance performance because I have only seen a few in my life but they were the best! getting lost on a bicycle | | Music | fiery furnaces, the coral, cocorosie, arcade fire, modest mouse, pixies, thin white rope, kyuss, rubicks, the duke spirit, manu chao, guided by voices, can, interpol, kashmir, kyuss, lucio battisti, galaxie 500, godspeed you black emperor, serge gainsbourg, sigur ros, the gossip (best show I have seen in 2-3 years!) | | Movies | spirited away, respiro, persona, last samurai, accattone, l'avventura, fish called wanda, the party, pulp fiction, pepe le moko, io non ho paura, belle de jour, snatch, the fog of war, 8 1/2 | | Television | have not watched it since being here | | Books | the day of the dead, the year of the hare, Achille Innamorato (Alberto Savinio - best italian writer), Hamsun mysteries, pan. La luna ed i Falo, Moon palace, ti prendo e ti porto via, the colossus of maroussi, the illuminations, Fosca, when we where orphans, pippi longstockings | | Heroes | Ricardo, a uruguayan sculpturer in Santa Fe New Mexico: "I am going forward with this, I want to see until where I can go with my sculpture, I cannot stop here and give up. I have no money to buy new spectacles or replace these shoes, and sometimes barely money to buy a cup of coffee... I have not been with a women in a long time: you have seen where I live... and they all leave right after walking in. But I am going forward with this, even if it may be crazy" |
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riccardo's Details
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| Status: | Single | | Here for: | Networking, Dating, Friends | | Orientation: | Straight | | Body type: | 6' 3" | | Zodiac Sign: | Virgo | | Children: | Someday |
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writing, trying to, every day a little... i focus on quantity, not on quality
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Midsummer June 24 2007. Sweden on a lake and green grass and trees and flowers multicoloured, prevalently yellow and purple... long tall flowers and a Stang covered with birch tree branches and wild flowers, including two flower rings hanging on each side. I am told it is 8 meters tall. Good job boys and girls. We danced around it, we played childish games, we cooked and ate and drank and smiled and sang and cheered and I learned Swedish all in one day... the following day it rained, poured, the countryside was dark and shadowy, heavy drops were heavying the trees who arched down like stange shadows, teh humidity worked its way from the lake and surrounded everything in a light myst, together with rain it impregnated the grass of the rain's smell, rendering the earth soft mud on which it was a pleasure to walk bear feeted. We stayed in a little cottage, only candle light and the faint light of the grey day, we played card games, oracle cards, sipped calvados and varous cups of dark tea with a drop of soya milk. We talked about the purposes of life, our lives, about healing and health, about new love and weddings. Angels spoke to us, and ultimately told us that each has to rely on himself and make his own decisions... we..ve been paralised by the fear of making the wrong decision,when all we need to do is visualise what we want, and we shall have it. Easier said than done, added Vanessa. Now I am in Stockholm. The city is glittering gold with yellow, orange and red houses, tall facades with reverberating eyes, facades stranded on glowing and incessantly moving water, incessant colour variations following the sky and the clouds and the blue now deep and then white and silver. The light is what attracts me most about the city... it is clear and soft, so light an dat times bright, innundating and nothing can stop it when it is free to roll down from above, of wash in from a low horizon. It penetrates people, their soul, their body and puts everyone at peace, these floating souls, on streets, water, and green parks surrounded by gold and yellows. //////////////////////////////////////////////
Fa piu' paura la liberta' di qualsiasi prigione./////////////// / / / / / / / / / / / /
/ / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / April 19 2007 I am in Italy. No Longer in London. I have left London, almost too rapidly, did not really get to see all the placs and friends. It does feel a bit like a rushed departure, I am supposed to come back to London: I am on sabbatical and a whole life including a "serious" job awaits... crazy how a job and a situation can wait for a human being 12 months. Soo, psychologically, this is different. You leave a place and a life with the sense that chances are you will be back. I should be back. Why not. At the end of a year as a vagabond I will be financially poor. Damn, money and the need for some good money will attract me back to London. Why not? And maybe I will simply see how great London is, and how much I miss it. And I miss it already. I really do, already. All the things about it that probably wore me out so much... now I am worn out by others...the tranquil pace of life here in Italy, the luminosity of vacant piazzas, the silence of buildings and houses with shut windows and closed down shops... here in a rural small town in north eastern Italy, and by family... you know. What else to say. Italy is wonderful. And I am currently planning a trip, a long trip somewhere new... But I am enjoying the calm pace of life and observing it with amazement.
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March 21st, 2007, Spring it is... My comment just posted to dear Cathy, who left Santa Fe three years ago, and just weeks before me: "You were online with me and the world one moment, and gone by the time I logged in. How are you dear friend? My room is a mess, you should see it: piles of clothes, boxes filled but yet not closed, bags and suitcases broken and untied, and me half naked in front of a computer, trying to just think of something else, communicate with friends because I accidentally skipped through the blurbs on myspace homepage (yes, this page, this about me...) for a clue as to where and what I may do next... come and meet me somewhere, Cathy!"/////Confusion during the weekend, too many options. A text message from a worried friend somewhere in southern Italy...the Kyrill storm through Europe, the entire city paralised, people trapped in dark silent carriages, crackling slightly as they shake their way on the tracks inch by inch... and even snow one morning, white and surreal, on top of dormant cars along wet streets , only on there cars for me, for me who since my return from holiday wakes up as late as possible. A snow ball, and another. Coldness and the sound or something collapsing softly, memories of a fight with friends in high white immaculate powdery snow, on mountains covered by sunshine and pine trees with heavy but crystal branches, and underneath them bodies rolling, agitated, breathing hard, the echo of laughter. I throw the snowball agains a chocolate brick wall... one of those on red church street, on my way in the morning to 20 minutes of bliss... what is bliss...? a cup of coffee, a friendly face, the athmosphere of something surprising in its simplicity, a few words jotted down on paper, white immaculate paper... Too many options this first week of february, the year of the pig... too many options in London... but I picked one and loved every minute of it. /// Here is a link to an old (very old) site, current in the void of this labyrinth ... start from here: http://www.stanze.com/poesie/tempo/001.asp
- nowwwwwww.....?? // 2007, the year of the pig...I moved just off Brick Lane now... /// I live on brick lane! pretty silly hem? Yeah, when I first moved here to London 18 months ago I was all excited about this mixed up crazy place... now still here, still excited, sometimes a bit tired of too much energy given, expended, lived... but here... catch me at coffe @ 154 or 157 mornings or late afternoons... will ad more soon starting with photos and some plain bullshit.. simply plain, brick lane sunday market trash style...
I have to update this, a long time has gone by since the text below. I was a lot freer then, living my day like I absolutely wanted, minute by minute. Now it is no longer like this. I work, it is an office job. 9-5, lik emany of us. I get to leave the office as much as i want, but it is an office stare at the computer job... I have to remember to leave the office. You have to make an effort at this things and interpret anything you do, including working for others, the way it suits you best, you desiresa nd pleasures. Now I work 37 hours a week... in London.... london is a beautiful mess. I live of brick lane, which is also a dirty little mess, an architectural disaster with all the council blocks that were built here in the 60s and 70s.... but brick lane i spictoresque, there is life here... I like it an dthen I no not... just like london.... it is all about attitude... i need to remembr that... to remain free. I need to update many things on this page... I got here again because I was searching the internet for this great band I saw play the Rythm Factory, on whitechapel high street a while back... rubicks... they are on My Space.... this is how I reconnected with this creative site... ok, one thing at the time....//got in Miami. A long wonderful road trip. I have my books, my notes, my music, my old postcards and photographs, a mountain bike that I never used, I sold my old 77 300D in El PAso, I gave away my Snowboard to a friend, I am not sure what I will do with the Dale knit sweathers, or the wool socks. What about the guitar? And I have connected my computer, but the days are so wonderfulhere now,I will go to the ocean// Are there any mosquitos in miami already? ///
Now I am leaving New Mexico, actually I already left. Sad and happy at the same time - after three years it feel very good to turn the page. Turn the page? what the hell does that mean. This society and life is strange, we are all (or maybe just a few of us?) pushing, pushing on... til we are in our old age. Are pushing on by inertia, what is this drive, this energy, this committment to going on and pursuing better things, this sense of hope, or maybe this sense of frustration with what we have - in comparison to what. What is teh comparison. So here I am turning the pages, going on with my life story... in search of what, a better life, a more rewarding situation, new friends, a return to what I may have lost over the years. After another trip in Mexico, a longer one this time, I have decided, concluded, that I amnot going to retire when I am older, I will not seek a place in the sun to relax and drink beer. Someone told me that I am too young for that, but somehow I believe that even in the future that may be an unappealing situation. I am jobless now, maybe in a different way I am retiring with a short sabbatical, and I can feel already eagerness to plunge myself into something stimulating, exciting, rewarding, challenging, nothing that would be easy... this is how we live, pushing on, with curiosity, without regrets (when we are young), without second thoughts. Maybe I have broken certain things, I was thinking that by leaving Santa Fe and my job there I had broken a tempting inertia to live there, to pursue a career, to just live regularly. I had to turn the pages. And now I have no idea what will be next. More travels, some good moments with old friends. And I am filling the blanks on Myspace, why? A need for some companionship, some accessibility, some connection with others...
/// Wow, just got back from a wonderful trip in Penasco. Seems like the US, but it is not, it is mexico. I was swimming with dolphins just yesterday, now I am staring at a computer screen
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