Wednesday, December 30, 2009

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I would like to have colored dreams, I still, however


faded signs of broken vessels
as fragile cups.

Monday, December 28, 2009

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What hero?



The great leader, hero of two worlds, turns his back to the battles, the pay, perhaps, kings, emperors, tyrants, and even looks at him with envy 's everyday hero , the pay of the general health and crippled our indifference.

photos © Aleyakke

Sunday, December 27, 2009

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The sea is a deception



The sea is a fraud. For the eyes, mind, peace.
The sea is so strong that his infinite distant flicker makes you feel closer to the smells, to see the changing colors, to distinguish its depth, to enhance its foaming to the shore, shaking all the time against the barriers, to dance with the rocks and whipping the big red fishing boats, with their ropes, nets intent to withdraw.
It 's a ritual deception that makes you closer to the roar of the wave you see in the beginning and then wait for the thunder and the hiss of a return to prepare another.
It 's a trick never tamed her beauty under heaven that swollen by the color of the sea in motion, press on the houses yellow, gray, brick red and peeling from the foam to pop windows geraniums grown in salt.
It 's a trick the unchanging desire to get closer to a rock to another, sitting on his heels ready to escape, unable ever to measure the time of the triptych of waves more majestic.
It 's a trick, and you feel healthy from disease endless, hopelessly sad and want to travel through, penetrate, get confused.
It 's a trick his love, the sea does not give you love, you attract with its sirens and you can not leave, you can not avert, calling you every day, wants your love.
It gives you back the anger that he could not hold back, stop.

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cautiously advancing!


's venture cautiously into the next 2010! We do not make no false steps or loose. Trust on our forces to take that step in the geometric maze of everyday life.

photos © Aleyakke

Friday, December 25, 2009

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Dogs and cats?


I swear, we are not dogs and cats in the family, rather Neanderthal vs tirannosaurirex ... But inevitably
impromptu vacation-bridge inevitably enliven the homes of parents and grandparents to shelter dogs and cats of his beloved children and grandchildren. And their poor animals have to make virtue of necessity forced cohabitation.

photos © Aleyakke

Thursday, December 24, 2009

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cloths? laviamoceli we


The opening of new routes with fast Pendolino white-red Trenitalia have left us open-mouthed firmly attached to the arms of our chairs while housewives excellent guests, ministers, secretaries (who rode on the running board always free!) spotted the Italian Railways as antagonistic française de la Grande Vitesse-tested torpedoes and Japan, with strokes of backslapping and sparkling wine glasses even he realized that the vibrations of the new large technology company of Italy.
Then we woke up, we left the grip on the armrests and we ended up with no trains, no planes, no highways, no shovellers, without means of assistance, without cots and mineral water in the halls of the airports, without information, girovaganti altered by sixteen 'hours of travel firm support to the windows watching the snow fascinated.
We should ask: "But to the north and south of Zurich Rovaniemi how do they fly or take a train?
Come on Tremonti said:" The crisis is over, we are the country with the highest recovery of Europe, and all this on the Government which produces VIP trains to and resignation and silence for all those communists who had remained illusion weather Marxist-Leninist ".
Wash and knock out our shoes in our house, rather than churning out dream rankings in times of full moon.

photos © Aleyakke

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

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Dreams ice

"Two things, I ask you Lord, a house full of books and a garden full of flowers"

... and a substantial bank account, type Briatore, noo?


photos © Aleyakke

Monday, December 21, 2009

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Welcome!




A new photography blog. And hope that I manage. However
invitations have gone and you will fry everything from fried fish, boiled octopus, not to mention the salt cod fritters, pizza e. ..
short, I give myself to do with the camera ... and some pictures is not really bad.
Welcome.
fotoAleyakke

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Another blog? It is to lose your head!



photo © Aleyakke

Thursday, November 19, 2009

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silent message ...

Thursday, September 3, 2009

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The city of big leaves ....




I went back recently in Mozambique, a handful of days that still count on the fingers ... and yet that fact more than a trip, I feel a shift in time, a shift from today to yesterday's world sharing common spaces but not rhythms. My
always appears to me like a journey that starts from what is now 'at what time and a' state and that, for now, not 'nothing but my future here in this land far from where I was born.

's a feeling that always accompanies me whenever I get on the first plane of the Meridian line that drags me away from the rugged coastline of the blue my beloved island, until the last landing, I am sure the arrival attacked by' smell of warm and a strange feeling of not conceive the usual confines of the world in terms of space, but in terms of time.

Yet who has traveled knows the world is spinning at different speeds, each place has its own rhythm, each moment has its weight, every life has its way, every people has its own story, each man his destiny.
For me it 's hard to know what my time. Eager to go anywhere and for any good reason in the world, sure to discover in every corner of earth and sky a bit of roof and a house where he is temporarily put down roots, I feel uncertain at times to understand where and when to rest the next step. Therefore, as a mangrove, cast my roots to float on the water ready to slip away before collapsing.
Once in a puzzling game Aztec fate had told me "you will be eternally foreign in your own home. You are destined to travel, wherever you feel at home, but nowhere is really home ". Those words jealously preserved in memory and I have written in a notebook every time I open up to mirror a fate that I myself am convinced to create.


These days I'm reading "A fortune teller told me," a book of candid man I admire deeply, Tiziano Terzani. And its 'a long journey through time and space from the West to his "antagonism" East, a long, hard journey to discover what they are, and especially if there are laws of predictability' for a future that remains uncertain.
Reading him, feeling him dig in ancient cultures and modern reinterpretations (secular) of old knowledge to discover the common thread that unites every single event in his life, I myself see myself on summer nights when the sky seems a little more close to man, I look in the stars that surround the usual response.
The answer to a question I have taught in bizarre circumstances when I was already an adult: "To where I'm going and why I came?".
far not answered here or in the stars or in the papers, nor in the lines of the hand, nor intellect, nor in my heart ...

Sometimes when I walk the streets of Maputo, I see magic in the huge trees they eat the asphalt roads and concrete sidewalks. They are trees with large bodies and strong as Titans, they have long beards down to the ground. They are trees with purple flowers, pink, yellow, red, white, and when their leaves collect rain water as the large hands. During the summer when the sun stands still in the middle of the sky beyond the horizon and still warm, if it were not for their shelter, no one could move from home. Written on them I see the history of this country, because I imagine that they see from their leaves people's lives run in a slow change that does not concern them. A
no one prune them, no one touches them, if nobody disturb the soil and destroy their veins invade the space, no one questions their eternal existence.
I think we probably would have cut them to put in their place of trees and beautiful flower beds neat and drinking to measure the city for good, no history, no past, no memory. Easier to control.
Here however, it still allows that the time left its mark on the trunks of trees and every house with a courtyard, each of those we are accustomed to call cabins, rest in the shade of his tree larger. Mango trees or in the rainy season that mafura generous gift and juicy yellow fruits.

Why am I talking about trees and destiny?
Because the first image I see, just the last plane flies over my long journey of Maputo, are the major branches of the trees around the city.
Large branches that I predict the arrival that reminds me of a destiny chosen and known as life lines on their hands trace the history lived in their country, a country where I chose to come to live a strange interweaving of events.

And that thought while I go down stairs cautiously rickety plane, a continuation of the usual strange feeling of not ever figure out if they match or are returned.

















first and last photos taken from the internet

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

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From a book not yet finished ... Reflections of Autumn


Thousands of sounds falling from the sky
shake you by the silence of your heart .
Thousands of stars light your way
are the people you meet by accident in passing in your life

Like a scent that slips away with the wind
Like a wave that will not return back.
A memory of a moment that lasts a lifetime,
The black and white in your memory

So far away So light to hold.

Monday, May 4, 2009

Gloating Week Before Period

first African



I prepare mid-year reflections ...
The world around me is growing every day more beautiful and terrible in front of my eyes, insistent idealist dreamer of a better future.

At this point of the trace always differences with what preceded it is projected as flaming lance my goals for what's to come.

I feel good and pleasantly optimistic. Perhaps because today
and 'just another sunny day, it seems to me that something good will happen in the not yet clear. Something like a
turning over the current situation ... something like a 'and' was hard but we made it. "

As I write these words, casting and heart, I am reminded of that every day, every second, every moment in which the exhaled breath from our mouths something wonderful and something devastating happens in this planet.
But I do not think only of the hundreds of young souls who cross the door of the existence or into tears of relief to the hundreds of victims of a holocaust of injustice that has continued for centuries in our human history.

I just think the waves of the sea that washes the shores of a warm autumn African approaches, I think Mr Mondlane, my neighbor of 86 years who meet every morning to climb the stairs slowly, I think of the deep green of the acacias on the first morning when I leave home to go to work, I think of the fragrant flowers of frangipani scattered along the way, I do not think I would like today was just another day.

A shiver of pleasure runs through my spine.
Then comes the next thought which I would like to escape.

And what remains? ask me my demons stewards unbelievers.
What remains are the same sad stories of all time ...
A new flu that kills people like ourselves (but we can believe?) ... The insinuation that something is deliberately caused, to god knows what ambition for power, penetrates into my eardrums like a needle sharp.

What else?
Eh ... what else?
Hunger, Poverty, War and Carefree human I say.
And then?
And then external debt, corrupt politics and deceit.
all?
No, violence, indifference and silence '.
yet?
is still ...

cynical smile and think this sounds like a life counterpart.
Nothing for nothing.

But who makes the rules?

I believe that each of us that its own rules and that is why I have always been convinced of the magical power of individual human actions. Those little actions
sufficient in themselves, that when combined into a single flow (to steal a term from urban music) burst into our daily lives by breaking the monotony routinely lean.
Wow! This and that 's a nice thought that is worth retaining.
Something that makes us feel unique and useful.
Can 'seem like a joke or an exaggeration, but almost all of us we badly need.
Maybe someone up there in the silent celestial spheres you a good laugh for our continuous human trying to be essential.
Yet I feel it.

Maybe for the other part of year we can still imagine that there remains essential ... For example ...
not delegating what is our task to do. For example ...
giving a little 'more space priorities and leaving a' more secondarietĂ 'ae terziarietĂ  aside all that obscure to our will (s) ta.
Embracing strong someone we love, listening what they have to tell us more carefully, giving something which we really someone who really needs it, wanting essre exactly where we are, doing things more slowly, breathing deeply, sharing ...

you 'cause Happiness is not real Unless shared ,

happiness is not' real ... if you do not share

I close this post and these thoughts in May imagining of actually succeeding.




Good day to you all ...