Here you won't find the pages of a pedantic journal, praises to fantastic places or accounts of memorable encounters. This is a collection of stories, thoughts, images, and most of all odd stuff, even though to someone else it might actually look ordinary. To discern its bizarre side, in fact, special filters are needed: cynicism, fussiness, stubbornness, isolation, impudence, nosiness and nerdiness. All flaws that, in different measure, this semi-nomadic being has got embedded in his genes.
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Photo: galaxies from an ancient era, Hubble ultra deep field, Nasa (PD)
We were the masters of the universe. Of the univeeeerse!
In two-lane formations, sweat trickling on the pedals,
we progressed like packs of American buffaloes,
following the thunderbolt paths of the swallows.
We were the ungrateful cubs that took their fathers' territory.
We used to create secrets, acronyms and pacts,
bonds of a life, just a few months long.
Then somebody left and dragged the exodus behind.
Nowadays that world seems too small for us,
but maybe it's our mind that is too narrow for it.
We used to be the masters of the universe,
a compressed universe though: made of three dead-end streets.