Friday, January 31, 2014

Thursday, January 30, 2014

On the Road

"Magic mirror in my hand, who is the fairest in the land?"
My queen, you are the fairest here so true.
But Snow White behind the seven hills
is a thousand times more beautiful than you.


It's all a matter of perspective.

On the Road

Feeling [almost] bored (waiting) at a crossing.

Sunday, January 26, 2014

On the Road

Too misty for a caption.

Tuesday, January 21, 2014

Hello World.

Our lovely grandchild
as she / he looked like tonight,
four past eight p. m.

Monday, January 20, 2014

Grazie, Maestro!

Today, on the – shhhh :) – xth birthday of my dear friend Giulio, another wonderful Milanese died: Claudio Abbado. Thankfully and with deep respect I am bowing to a noble character and extraordinary artist.  

Sunday, January 19, 2014

Nothing to worry

Flickering candle
going to die very soon.
Nothing to worry.

Friday, January 17, 2014

Friday is Skyday

What sunset, said I.
There will be rain tomorrow,
replied the hunter

Thursday, January 16, 2014

Fuckwits, basically, are fuckwits

A "fuckwit" is a person who has consistently failed to obtain any degree of 'clue'.

To cut it even shorter:

Fuckwits, basically, are fuckwits.

Who would have thought

Seven studies using experimental and naturalistic methods reveal that upper-class individuals behave more unethically than lower-class individuals. In studies 1 and 2, upper-class individuals were more likely to break the law while driving, relative to lower-class individuals. In follow-up laboratory studies, upper-class individuals were more likely to exhibit unethical decision-making tendencies (study 3), take valued goods from others (study 4), lie in a negotiation (study 5), cheat to increase their chances of winning a prize (study 6), and endorse unethical behaviour at work (study 7) than were lower-class individuals. Mediator and moderator data demonstrated that upper-class individuals’ unethical tendencies are accounted for, in part, by their more favourable attitudes toward greed.


Cats on a Hot Tin Roof

. . . well, not really hot the tin roof is,
but Mittens and Momo
are enjoying this and that sunbath
in this unusual mild winter.


Blowing in(to) the wind.

Friday, January 10, 2014

Nectarious Night

And I'll dance with you in Vienna
I'll be wearing a river's disguise
The hyacinth wild on my shoulder,
My mouth on the dew of your thighs . . .

Thursday, January 09, 2014


Be lion-mettled, proud, and take no care
Who chafes, who frets, or where conspires are.
Macbeth shall never vanquish'd be, until
Great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hill
shall come against him.

[Macbeth, Act IV, Scene 1 /
Third Apparition]

The Bearable Lightness of Being

. . .

When the Heron was gone

My Walden . . . rippled.

Into the Treebyrinth

How optimistic . . .


In the Treebyrinth
easy to escape it is,
as Yoda would say.



White Shadows

White shadows


Earth loosened by moles:
worth more than a moleskine
and more than moleskins.

Indulgence in idle daydreaming