Facilities: electric fan!

Came back from Berlin three weeks ago e no pics posted yet...
Suche a shame.

I've been in Savona last weekend for a skateboard contest.
We slept in those shabby, almost unfurnished, rooms full of dust in this bare hotel.
I suppose it wasn't a hotel rather a sublet apartment.
The reception was situated in a bar (same building, ground floor) and the rooms where placed into this apartment, up on the 4th floor.
I can't believe it until I see it with my own eyes.
Facilities: electric fan!

Amusing. After all.

The stolen summer (the knife-edge fancing dance)

(About the the previous post)

I've noticed that nothing has changed...
Where are my friends?! Where's everybody?!
Well I suppose spending their own summer toghether and havin' fun... So WTF am I doing?
Wednesday back to London, since that day I want to spend my whole time with my friends, having fun, drink some beers and enjoy the summer...
Time really goes fast and sometimes I feel like I'm trapped...
Let's get my breath back!

Vacuum

I've spent all the time working in the past 3 weeks.
I can't remember a single minute I've done something stupid or silly or funny.
I neglected my love and my friends.
Friday will be the 13th and I'll leave for a skateboarding contest in the center of Italy.
Hope the weather will be good and my mood too...
(and go back to London as soon as possible)

Morning perception

jump!

Noodles Lovers

Today I woke up with fever and noodles fancy...

(could you bring me some udon please?!)

So I meet you at the cemetery gates...

Cemetery are peaceful and quiet places.
Close to my house there's this amazing place: Cimitero Monumentale:
This is not a simply graveyard, it'a museum in the open air, a vast forest of stones and sculptures overflowed with plants and trees and flowers.
I love to walk along the pats and tread the pebbles or sitting between the tombs reading a book and drinking apricot juice.

Nobody can upset me there...

So we go inside and we gravely read the stones
All those people all those lives
Where are they now?
With the loves and hates
And passions just like mine
They were born
And then they lived and then they died
Seems so unfair
And I want to cry

Summer storm clouds above this 1931 Giannino Castiglioni sculpture.