Snakeshead

 

L'inverno è la mia stagione, una stagione sempre troppo breve e febbraio, è il mese in cui sono nata. Con il freddo risorgo ogni anno, per poi appassire con la violenza dell'estate. 

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 Winter is my season, a season that is always too short and February is the month I was born. With the cold rise every year, then wilt with the violence of summer.

 

 Nonostante questo io amo anche le altre stagioni, com'è giusto e naturale. Solo che non sono impaziente che il tempo scorra troppo velocemente. Il tempo è prezioso, mentre la vita è breve.

Despite this I also love the other seasons, as it is right and natural. Only I'm not impatient for time to flow too fast. Time is precious, while life is short.

Dopo molto tempo siamo tornati in montagna, avevo bisogno di allontanarmi dalla pianura, dall'umanità sempre più inutile e fastidiosa;  e perdermi in mezzo agli alberi spogli. Un giorno di nebbia, anzi immersi in una nuvola. Il sole avrebbe reso tutto meno suggestivo.

After a long time we returned to the mountains, I needed to get away from the plains, humanity increasingly useless and annoying; and get lost among the bare trees. A day of fog, even immersed in a cloud. The sun would have made everything less striking.

Sentirmi libera e strega del bosco, fata decadente in attesa della rinascita. La neve delle settimane passate, iniseme alle foglie cadute in autunno, renderà in terreno più fertile. I boschi sono sono sempre più in difficoltà e, nonostante siano una risorsa primaria per la vita di tutti, facciamo molto poco per aiutarli e mantenerli in salute.

 

Feel free and witch of the forest, decadent fairy waiting for rebirth. The snow of the past weeks, together with the fallen autumn leaves, will make the soil more fertile. The woods are increasingly in difficulty and, despite being a primary resource for everyone's life, we do very little to help them and keep them healthy.

 Non riesco ad immaginare niente di più prezioso e magico di un albero. Il bosco ci rende migliori se lo rispettiamo e ascoltiamo il suo respiro. Ho indossato il mio abito di velluto verde in onore del muschio e la blusa con il disegno "testa di serpente" della collezione H&M in collaborazione con Morris & co. in omaggio a tutte le creature del bosco.

I can not imagine anything more precious and magical than a tree. The forest makes us better if we respect it and listen to its breathing. I wore my green velvet dress in honor of the moss and the "snake head" blouse from the H & M collection in collaboration with Morris & co. as a tribute to all the creatures of the forest.

 

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luce e tenebra, vita e morte..
questo è il potere della Natura, trovare un equilibrio tra tutti i suoi elementi 

light and darkness, life and death ..
this is the power of Nature, finding a balance between all its elements

 

 

 

 

Snakeshead

Designer: William Morris, 1834-1896

Printer for Morris & Co. Thomas Wardle

1876

Printed cotton

 

 

abito in velluto verde: KAOS

foto: MARCO💘

HBB

Un'altro post stupido e frivolo per allontanare la tristezza oppure per poterla esibire come un gioiello che non possiedo, mentre il mio gatto "Nerone" ascolta "Higgs Boson Blues",  è molto più saggio di me e poi mi guarda con i suoi occhioni tondi, probabilmente si è stufato di tutte queste fotografie..

Questo è il resoconto di come mi sono vestita ieri pomeriggio per andare a Lucca, io ieri sono stata stupida e egoista, mi sono ispirata ancora una volta a Gina di Miami Vice. Polo blue portata sopra una gonna lunga, irregolare, vagamente etnica (comprata ai saldi invernali di una multinazionale, una di quelle che magari sta mandando in rovina il mondo), Sandali in cuoio artigianali, italiani, leggermente art deco. E per finire una borsa che ha qualche decennio di vita, una delle prime creazioni "Fornarina", ancora in buono stato anche se l'avevo prestata per qualche anno a una rockstar.

Pensi che le rockstar distruggano tutto quello che hanno, ma non è sempre così.

Another post stupid and frivolous to ward off sadness, or to be able to show off as a gem that I do not own, while my cat "Nero" listens "Higgs Boson Blues", it is much wiser than me and then looks at me with his round eyes, probably got sick of all these photos ..

This is the summary of how I dressed up yesterday afternoon to go to Lucca, yesterday I have been stupid and selfish, I was inspired again to Gina of Miami Vice. Polo blue worn over a long skirt, irregular, vaguely ethnic (bought at the winter sales of a multinational company, one that perhaps is bankrupting the world), leather sandals handmade, Italian, slightly art deco. Finally a bag that has a few decades of life, one of the first creations "Fornarina", still in good condition even if I had paid for a few years in a rock star.
Do you think that rock stars destroy all they have, but not always so.

Can't remember anything at all
Flame trees line the streets
Can't remember anything at all
But I'm driving my car down to Geneva
I been sitting in my basement patio
Aye it was hot up above
Girls walk past, the roses all in bloom
Have you ever heard about the Higgs Boson Blues?
I'm going down to Geneva, baby
Gonna teach it to you
Who cares? Who cares what the future brings?

Black road long and I drove and drove
And came upon a crossroad
The night was hot and black
I see Robert Johnson with a 10-dollar guitar
Strapped to his back looking for a tomb
Well here comes Lucifer with his canon law
And a hundred black babies running from his genocidal jaw
He got the real killer groove
Robert Johnson and the devil, man
Don't know who is gonna rip off who
Driving my car, flame trees on fire
Sitting and singing the Higgs Boson Blues

I'm tired, I'm looking for a spot to drop
All the clocks have stopped
In Memphis now in the Lorraine Motel
It's hot, it's hot - that's why they call it the Hot Spot
I'll take a room with a view
Hear a man preaching in a language that's completely new
Making the hot cocks in the flophouse bleed
While the cleaning ladies sob into their mops
And a bellhop hops and bops
A shot rings out to a spiritual groove
Everybody bleeding to that Higgs Boson Blues

If I die tonight, bury me
In my favorite yellow patent leather shoes
With a mummified cat and a cone-like hat
That the caliphate forced on the Jews
Can you feel my heartbeat?
Can you feel my heartbeat?

Hannah Montana does the African Savannah
As the simulated rainy season begins
She curses the queue at the Zulus
And moves on to Amazonia
And cries with the dolphins
Mama ate the pygmy
The pygmy ate the monkey
The monkey has a gift that he is sending back to you
Look here comes the missionary
With his smallpox and flu
He's saving them, the savages
With the Higgs Boson Blues
I'm driving my car down to Geneva
I'm driving my car down to Geneva

Oh let the damn day break
The rainy days always make me sad
Miley Cyrus floats in a swimming pool in Toluca Lake
And you're the best girl I've ever had
Can't remember anything at all