Lorenzo & his humble friends

The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool

Tag: minda

So long

last ride

Post scriptum: now that he is gone, this song keeps Thomas alive in my mind. At first I thought it would have been lame to put it on the blog, not least because quite a few people assume we are a covert homosexual couple – for the records, we are not. But then I realized the song was originally dedicated to a dog. There is no better match, Thomas the sundog shall forever be pleased.

Vi presento Azzurra

La vidi per la prima volta su internet: una sua foto scolorita. Era bella. Presi alcuni contatti, mi adoperai subito. Pensavo che sarebbe stata mia, ne ero sicuro. Arrivai troppo tardi: lei era già compromessa con un altro ragazzo che era stato più veloce di me. 

Mi accontentai delle alternative. Sgangherate, inconcludenti, bruttine pure, ma insomma: vissi in relativa pace fino ad ottobre. Fu allora che le circostanze cambiarono: tutto d’un tratto mi ritrovai solo*. Mi sentivo completamente bloccato, prigioniero. Decisi che dovevo ricominciare a pedalare immediatamente.

Tornai all’angolo dove l’avevo cercata la prima volta e trovai una sua gemella: identica. Fu un colpo di fulmine. Da allora io e Azzurra non ci siamo più lasciati. Non so quanto durerà la nostra storia: immagino che presto o tardi me la porteranno via, la mia Azzurra. Ma per ora ci stiamo godendo ogni singolo istante. E quando la mattina mi trascino verso i campi da tennis con un’espressione sbattuta e confusamente felice lei é con me, in perfetto pendant con i miei vestiti.

 

azzurra.

* Minda, cui si era pericolosamente bucata la ruota posteriore mentre la guidavo, é stata nel frattempo riparata ed é tornata ad essere una fedele compagnia di ogni giorno.

Get lost

Last Friday I had to go to the hospital in the early morning and then, on my way back, I decided to try a new road. I was sure I could take a secondary street Dani uses every morning when he drives to his workplace. The street does exist, in fact, but I missed it. It didn’t take long to realize I was completely lost in the Tuscan countryside.

tuscan countryside

empty road leading somewhere - not sure where

Minda suntanning
Which, incidentally, made me think of how another beauty of Florence: it takes less than 15 minutes to get out of the centre and find yourself surrounded by trees, hills, cows, and monasteries. And so it was. I missed all the meetings I had scheduled for the day, but at the same time I had an incredibly pleasant morning driving up and down the hills and enjoying the view from places I didn’t even knew could exist. I’d reccomened everybody to get lost every now and then.

Memorie fiorentine di popolo

Back in the days there was a method, in my photography. Now the method is all gone. I took about twenty-twentyfive completely random pictures in my first two florentinian months. It is not easy, but if you can read through them you will learn a lot about yellow submarines, storms, spectacular falls, my attraction for the Germans, and much more.

 

The two pictures taken from the university are not mine, but Rosie‘s – who doesn’t even know me. I hope she won’t mind.

All nodding

Past the little bridge and the cozy bakery, and past the vibrant post office and the sleepy gas station, here I stand, my Minda speeding up the hill leading to the university: weeping trees, wild mint, cutgrass, poplars, all heads gently nodding in the morning breeze. Summer is not over, yet.