i want to end all with a small egocentric pinch, with a tiny idea of protagonism, with a spark of vanity: i add a selfportrait they asked me to do and i did on the most beautiful beach of the island where i was.
exactly, where i was, because now i am at kuala lumpur airport, in the lounge of malaysia airlines, that seems tha bar of “star wars”: strange individuals, muslim women cover head to toe, australian turists, ex- freaks, businness men with the PC open on excell files, old americans wearing tekkies and a twenty something attitude, and…an italian photographer going back to italy.
it has been a week of good work, and especially, i have to admit, of relax: it has been very useful after months of super pressure.
as usual in these cases i read a lot (you want to be a photographer? try to know about photography as much as possible! you want to write? read! you want to become poets? learn by heart all the poems of the world!)
i read the book by gian antonio stella (what can i say, together with the one by saviano should be compulsory for everyone…), the last by sandro veronesi “brucia troia” (nice, not as good like “caos calmo”) and now i’m reading the booklet (only in dimensions) “diario australiano” by rodolfo sonego, the historical screenwriter of alberto sordi, who wrote the book while checking locations for the movie “bello, onesto emigrato in australia sposerebbe emigrata illibata”.
travel book, perfect to read while travelling.
and from this delightful travel diary i’m stealing these few lines:
“writing like this, always, all life without stopping…but not for the others, for oneself, to live every moment, to enjoy it and feel it deeply.
instead, right from these seats, looking from these windows how many landscapes have i lost: not having described them or drawn they are lost for the others but also for myself. memory lies only in written words or drawings. all the rest are larvaes, gosta or fog that disappear immediately and remain deformed in the memory like certain songs from very ole records…”