23 avril 2008
Did someone say "spring"?
It's just like the rain is never going to stop. Every sunrise is missing, replaced by a grey coat lying over the growing day. And I almost feel the drops like a shiver down my spine. I try to work, try to forget that no hour, no minute, no second is coming back. I have to finally get on the train of this scary life of mine.
There's no alternative.
(And somewhere, inside, I'm still hoping for some ray of light)
15 avril 2008
(Don't) Imagine
It's always a nice thing to watch the news in the morning. You feel safe, nothing has changed.
Italy has got Berlusconi back; Zimbabwe is still waiting for some democracy; China is hanging on with a few semantical problems between war and game, olymic rights and human ones; in the country of the never ending dream two democrats are fighting around guns and shots, gently giving away any credit they had while Mc Cain is just waiting, watching and... smiling. Obviously, Clinton and Obama hadn't watch a lot of TV last year during the french run for presidency, otherwise they'd know it better...
...and, speaking of France, Carla and the dwarf are still trying to pretend than long legs and a huge ego are enough to safe the country from all issues.
That's nice.
It's a big relief to see that the world is in good condition. We can be proud of us.
03 avril 2008
Morning habits
My third day and I already have some kind of habits in this new job. Every morning, I'm at the office a bit before eight, so I can have more than an hour just for me. It might sound strange, but I love to be up early in the morning because of the special atmosphere that I can feel. Its like if the day would be untouched, still full of promises and surprises... and to imagine how this new adventure is going to be fill me up with energy and some kind of weird serenity.
Sadly, this senerity is usually disappearing with the hours passing by.
But, still, this moment in the morning is special. The building is calm, dark and quiet. There's only me to make it live, to make it move. And it's ilke I'd have a thousand lifes sleeping inside me, just waiting for me to wake them up...