EAT! EAT! EAT!
EUREKA! The magic world is not “to eat” but “to eat together”!
Two days ago I had a barbecue with some friends and it was absolutely a nice night, we giggled, laughed, ate, played cards and we stayed together.
In this period I found out that to be happy we don’t need exaggerated things, some friends, irony, food, smiles are the perfect ingredients for a good recipe of happiness!
Enjoy your -teen nights!

"It was the wind of change, it was the wind that used to blow on a summer twilight…."
- Anonymous

Little art!
Do you know how to turn a jar of jam into a candle holders?
Well we did it! We made this little creations to sell them and then we donate the money to charity! It was our little mission, a little job for the world.

"I tried to discover, in the rumor of forests and waves, words that other men could not hear, and I pricked up my ears to listen to the revelation of their harmony."
- Gustave Flaubert - November

It’s just a memory…but those photos are the most beautiful and the happier of this summer!
I went to a mountain village with my friends. What we did was, first of all staying together, then we breathed fresh air and we drank pure water, we played cards and board games and we did an excursion!
I wanted to share with you these pics of the mountains that made me understand the harmony of life.

Trainspotting

Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suit on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life… But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin’ else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you’ve got heroin?

"The draft is white people sending black people to make war on the yellow people to defend the land they stole from the red people!"
- Hair, the Musical

I was scared of dentists and the dark
I was scared of pretty girls and starting conversations
Oh, all my friends are turning green
You’re the magician’s assistant in their dreams

Oh, and they come unstuck

Lady, running down to the riptide
Taken away to the dark side
I wanna be your left hand man
I love you when you’re singing that song and
I got a lump in my throat because
You’re gonna sing the words wrong

There’s this movie that I think you’ll like
This guy decides to quit his job and heads to New York City
This cowboy’s running from himself
And she’s been living on the highest shelf […]

I just wanna, I just wanna know
If you’re gonna, if you’re gonna stay
I just gotta, I just gotta know
I can’t have it, I can’t have it any other way
I swear she’s destined for the screen
Closest thing to Michelle Pfeiffer that you’ve ever seen, oh

Lady, running down to the riptide
Taken away to the dark side
I wanna be your left hand man
I love you when you’re singing that song and
I got a lump in my throat because
You’re gonna sing the words wrong

Vance Joy - Riptide

La petite marchande d’allumettes

It’s me! Well it’s my red head…:’)
This is not my natural colour, I’ve dyed my hair 4 years ago but they decided to turn red forever. That’s why my brown hair are still red.

I always go back to red!

La petite marchande d’allumettes

It’s me! Well it’s my red head…:’)
This is not my natural colour, I’ve dyed my hair 4 years ago but they decided to turn red forever. That’s why my brown hair are still red.

I always go back to red!

"Gli uomini non la smetteranno mai di trattare la macchina meglio della fidanzata. Anche perché non rompe le palle, la macchina è muta, se vuol dirti qualcosa accende le lucine, invece la morosa parla e non è dotata di cruscotto, purtroppo."
- Luciana Littizzetto