La vita

Perché è così che ti frega la vita. Ti piglia quando hai ancora l'anima addormentata e ti semina dentro un'immagine, o un odore, o un suono che poi non te lo togli più. E quella lì era la felicità. Lo scopri dopo, quando è troppo tardi.
Because it is like that when life cheats on you. It grabs you when your soul is still asleep and inside of you it scatters a picture, a smell, or a sound that you can't take off anymore. And that moment was happiness. You figure it out only later when it's too late.

Accadono cose che sono come domande. Passa un minuto, oppure anni, e poi la vita ti risponde.
Things that are like questions happen. A minute has passed, or years, and then life gives you an answer.

La gente vive per anni e anni, ma in realtà è solo in una piccola parte di quegli anni che vive davvero, e cioè negli anni in cui riesce a fare ciò per cui è nata. Allora, lì, è felice. Il resto del tempo è tempo che passa ad aspettare o a ricordare.
People live for years and years, but in reality it's only a small part of those years that they live for real, that is in the years when they succeed in doing what they were born to do. It is then that they are happy. The rest of the time is only time they pass waiting or remembering.

*Quotations from Castelli di Rabbia from Alessandro Baricco

A poem

One of my favorite poems.

Funeral Blues

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

W.H.Auden

Where the problem lies

In order to get to where I am going, I must reach the halfway point...and of that half I have to reach half...and in order for me to move at all, I need to start...and this is where the problem lies...

A friend of mine posted this on Facebook. Beautiful thought, captures exactly the condition I am in..