a year ago... in Torino...

i miss torino and the friends i made there...

i miss 6071...

i miss the restaurant and the bar...

i miss the chinese restaurant in Via Genova...

i miss KEBAB... (or KEBAP as my indigo puts it)

i miss my Phuong...

i miss my crazy gang (Cyprus, Bolivia, Brazil and Mozambique) ...

i miss the class where i sat with my Goddess and my Shaman...

i miss the vietnamese mafia...

i miss my Mr. Tung...

i miss maya sistra from Kyrgyztan...

i miss hardworker Baig and kindest soul of Seychelles...

and i miss the mad... sleepless Gora too!

oh, well...

i miss the tram rides, the bus rides,

and crossing over the Po River...

today, my birthday, i miss

a year ago, i miss...

every once in a while people step up
they rise above themselves
sometimes they surprise you
and sometimes they fall short

life is funny
and sometimes it can push pretty hard
but if you look close enough
you find hope...

in the words of children...
in the bars of a song...
and in the eyes of someone you love...

and it you' re lucky - -
i mean, if you're the luckiest person on this entire planet --

the person you love decides to love you back.


- ONE TREE HILL

life is a gift and we should cherish it. we live only once and therefore we should make the most out of it. we are what we are meant to be. if there's one thing i learned after everything it's that i dont hold the future but i know myself and i can choose how i will adopt to what destiny has in store for me.

in God's grace things will fall into place.

TTS

tears to sky
homogenized to clouds
to touch two turtles
and a shaman

tears to sky
reach to clouds
to see if 3 pairs of eyes
are still there

tears to the sky
clean up the grey
to let blue paint the world
for purple, green and yellow

tears to the sky
see the space
to write a poem
with shinest stars
for 4 of us.


- indigo, a few minutes ago

"...there could have been no two hearts so open, no tastes so similar, no feelings so in unison, no countenances so beloved. Now they were as strangers; nay, worse than strangers, for they could never become acquainted."............................

-from Persuasion (Jane Austen), Chapter 8