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Or better “pof”!
That’s the sound that both mom and I have heard today. We’ve been looking around the house to understand what was the cause.
A coke bottle exploded “flooding” the surrounding area and making everything around it sticky. What a joy!
Someone had shaken it very badly…
An old stuff coming from Grandma’s house.
I guess it meant to be an English man with a shotgun, but the gun is broken now, so it looks more like an “English man with a lupara [sawn-off shotgun].
I hope the gun was broken due to an incident and not to a “creative” action made from a relative of mine.
Note
I didn’t pick the camera today. It had been a crazy day.
What a coincidence considering the fact that 54 days ago I created a post for today. I’m not kidding, it has been a crazy day that gave me no time to take pictures and I had anyway a 26th March picture. The year is wrong but ok.
I think I’ll forgive me if sometimes, hope no more, I will find no time to pick the camera but I’ll be able to publish an old picture taken in the same of another year + another “extra picture” I’ve taken since march 13th 2010 that I had not published yet.
There is a new gallery for this project. “A picture a day… keeps blackness away”.
I guess “eyes on fire” are a problem for everyone, but, for someone who has to study and who loves taking picture and gets contact with people mainly through the web, a day of “eyes on fire” sounds more like a “standby day”
I just bothered my mother and my boyfriend and wasted water with a shower.
It’s a lovely day, isn’t it?
It’s growing up fast!
A flower of which I’ve not been taking a picture of since spring 2008
To end up with a post lunch “walk on the balcony” with parents to get the last sun rays and, to bother mom while she was eating her mandarin orange
Finally the first sunflower, of the two I planted the 3rd March, come out:
and the webmaster came to solve some little problems with my computers
I bothered him a little to take this picture but he didn’t complain too much. He can be lovely, can’t he? 
I spend a good part of my life trying to explain people why I do like taking pictures, recently I said to a friend that taking pictures at times is like being surrounded by a sweet strong hug, it warms up soul in a tender way.
In these days in Catania is happening something to remember this girl.
I wanted to go out to take pictures, but most of the activities happens at evening and at night, and if you don’t want to take pictures with flash and you are not a good photographer with cool camera there are pretty few chances to get a good picture… on the night of the 3rd Feb I realized that I could I have tried to go out to take pictures in the morning of Feb 4th with sunlight.
I did.
Oh, I’ve taken several pictures… but that the one I love more, the one I want to remember.
The human hand stretching out to reach that slice of Beauty, of Love, of Eternity… in this case in a form of a simple picture of a “wood” representing a young woman, a saint, who had been killed for her faith. And the priests, at least good ones, always being there, ready, with their humans hands, to help others to get together that reflection of Beauty.
That human hand stretching out doesn’t look so different from me taking pictures trying to find that Hug…
that’s probably the cause that make me desire to choose only this picture to remember, both, the “Saint Agata festivity” of year 2010 and my attempt to picture at least a little part of it, while “changing the town in better” for at least 3 days.
Soon or later I’ll create the gallery with all other pictures, and comment some of those, if happens.
Isn’t clear enough?
“Martino and the emperor“
(Translation)
La la la la…
They will tell you that your father
was a strange character
a failed poet,
a dreamer of a christian
they will tell you that your mother
was a sentimentalist
who still prayed to God
instead of shouting.
Never believe in the emperor
even if his name is society
even if he is called honor,
even if his name is people
even if he is called loved.
believe only in our Father
who came and who will come
to bring justice against evil
Never believe in the emperor
even if his name i society
even if he is called honor,
even if his name is people
even if he is called love.
No do not believe in the ape
and his random birth
hold my hand tightly,
even if it is not there.
La la la la…
Hi!
I am a sunflower that has been planted in a wrong period and place (September in Sicily).
I’ve taken more than 2 months to grow a few centimeters.
There have been cold, dry and warm days.
At the end of September, when I was only a sprout came a very terrible storm at night, and a girl run outside, under the rain, in order to save me and my 2 little brothers living in another vase. Her mother yelled at her saying: “What did you do there?! You are all wet now!”
An animal ate all my first leaves, and this probably slowed down my growth.
In October there have been terrible rainy days that cooled air and killed my brothers, but I kept on going ahead.
I gave up growing too much. I gave up becoming as majestic as were my parents in July. I only wanted to live and do my best and enjoy and use every single ray of light that hit me.
A few days ago came very warm days that made me able to grew a little more but…
I started lacking of water. “Were was gone that girl? She no longer come outside checking me… I need water”.
2 days ago she saw me. She gave me water, she cared of me… I finally bloomed today.
Nobody believed I would have ever bloomed or survived, except that girl.
At first I hated her, I was suffering and wondering: Why did she plant me in such a wrong place and period?
I don’t know the answer.
Other people come and smile or laugh at me saying “Oh! You bloomed in a wrong period my dear” or saying “Oh! How small you are”.
I’ll never be majestic because I’ve been planted in the wrong period and place, but…
I’m alive and I’ve lived longer and seen seasons that all my other relatives have never seen.
I saw that girl smiling proud of me.
I won my little battle.
