I must become a cat person for you

23 03 2015
Become a cat person A cat is independent at all times. A cat is selfish
A cat, when she is in need of attentions, she comes to you
Or she goes to the one she likes the most at that time, the one that can give her the most
She puts herself at the center of the world. Only her needs are important
A cat uses you when she needs you and forget about you when the need is over or someone better is around
A cat does not need anyone too long

I must not need you to still enjoy you. The moment you go away used to be the darkest because I still think about you as a person

You are a cat
Not my cat
Not anyone’s cat
When you will be anyone’s you’ll stop being a cat and you’ll be back to be a silly little girl

I still enjoy doing things with her and I am not ashamed of it
When she decides to come to me I enjoyed her warmth and her presence. It’s still difficult to not miss her presence, to not feel temporary empty, hollow, when she moves away from me. But I’m learning

She is a cat
A cat lives in the present, the past is not discarded but does not influences the choices, the future does not matter
A cat never stays in the same place for long

She will stop maybe soon and then stop to be a cat and I will stop missing her

Become a cat person

I must become a cat person, for you.. for me..


My Dutch eclipse

20 03 2015

At the official time we enjoyed this:


Then a few moments ago I could have a replay:


Always exciting the works of Mother Nature !!! ;-)

Jonathan Trigell: wow!

19 03 2015

A few times in my reading experience I have liked so much a novel from an unknown (to me) author to the point to get back to the library and look for other books by him. Recently it happened for two science fiction writers, John Wyndham and Alastair Reynolds, but the genre makes it not surprising at all, since I have always been a passionate SF reader.

In the past, Stephen King, Haruki Murakami and Chuck Palahniuk have been the source of several hours spent devouring their books, but I had either being introduced to them by friends or movies. “Carrie” introduced me to King, and then Biella’s library, my hometown, when I was quite young, became the source of his works. For Palahniuk, it was in Norway, and I got curious after loving Fight Club, the movie and then the book. Murakami was on the other hand introduced by a good friend that lent me her copy of “Norwegian Wood”, and then I was just captured (to the point of having bought, borrowed, read everything translated in English except his very last book, “Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage”, on my wish list!).

And then about one month ago at the library here in Utrecht I took “Genus”, third book by Jonathan Trigell. I did not start reading it at once, since I always take more than one book, and in addiction right now I am facing a huge challenge (1000+ pages) with “Infinite Jest“, book I face in small steps at the time (I got a copy in Italian and it i extra tough! One day I will try ot read it in English.. glorious book!). But then when I started Genus, I just.. finished it! And today I went to the library where I found both “Boy A” and “Cham” that I am pretty sure I will finish quite fast.

Funny to see that Wyndham, Reynolds and Trigell are all British authors: I must keep an open eye to this “school”. Certainly the style is really captivating. Trigell descriptive skills are really impressive. The story was good: I like the authors that build a parallel close future world without giving too many extra information than what strictly necessary for the book itself. It is not difficult also to imagine his book(s, probably) becoming movies: the events are vivid in his words. Very little distance from a script!

I think for this trip to Vienna this coming weekend (Shimizu sensei Aikido seminar) I will take with me “Boy A” and hit the book that made Trigell famous.. let’s see his work closer!

Yes, I was in Budapest!

16 03 2015

Technically I still am… but since I have posted pictures mainly in Facebook and other Chinese media, I want to post a couple of shots here as well before going home and spend some time editing more pictures.

I spent two half days or so as tourist, at the end of the Aikido seminars (Pécs and Budapest). Both walk around the center took me to the west hilly side to have a look at the center from some height.

Especially beautiful yesterday night from the Citadel. And tiring climb to the place!!

Saturday night after practice I went to my previous Norwegian Aikido teacher, Erik, to an open air Turkish thermal bath, and it had been a great choice for my body..

A few pics here, more hopefully will come!





On the road again..

10 03 2015

My trip to Stockholm was cancelled, but tonight I will be on the road to Hungary for 2 events (Pécs and Budapest) with Kuribayashi sensei, one of my favorite teachers, since the first time I met him at hombu dojo in 2008, when with a nice group of “Norwegian” aikidokas we were on the way to Tanabe.

A couple (more than 2!) of people will not leave my mind, but they never do. I will miss them and always hope they were with me, but it’s part of life…

Tonight I will test Budapest airport, certainly hoping it will be open during the night! Tomorrow morning train to Pécs where I have rented an accommodation through Air bnb, also for the first time!

Lots of first time things for my first visit of Hungary, and it will be mostly Aikido.. but I certainly will plan maybe a summer visit of Budapest!

Also, last but not least, I have never kissed a Hungarian girl.. hope in this first time as well ;-)



The other me is dead..

10 03 2015

..or at least, trying to get there.. Dead Memories, hopefully soon!

Sitting in the dark, I can’t forget.
Even now, I realize the time I’ll never get.
Another story of the Bitter Pills of Fate.
I can’t go back again. I can’t go back again…
But you asked me to love you and I did.
Traded my emotions for a contract to commit

And when I got away, I only got so far. The Other Me Is Dead.
I hear his voice inside my head…
We were never alive, and we won’t be born again.
But I’ll never survive with Dead Memories in my heart.
You told me to love you and I did. Tied my soul into a knot and got me to submit.

So when I got away, I only kept my scars. The Other Me Is Gone.
Now I don’t know where I belong…
We were never alive, and we won’t be born again.
But I’ll never survive with Dead Memories in my heart.
Dead Visions in your Name.
Dead Fingers in my Veins.
Dead Memories in my Heart

..and from Amsterdam:

A sunny weekend

9 03 2015

At least the weather has been more clement than the striking pilots that compromised my first Aikido weekend in a long series until the end of April..

An extremely enjoyable sunny weekend made me take out my Nikon D200 for a spin, followed by some editing and posting.

Saturday I had planned to go around Amsterdam with a friend and take some pictures together, but unfortunately she got busy (yeah, it happens often with me!), so I had to make the best out of the change of programs:

Sunny day in Amsterdam Sunny day in Amsterdam
Sunny day in Amsterdam Sunny day in Amsterdam

Luckily also the Sunday in Utrecht has been equally sunny:

Sunny day in Utrecht Sunny day in Utrecht
Sunny day in Utrecht Sunny day in Utrecht


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