La Dolce Vita

If I had my life to live over, I’d dare to make more mistakes next time.

I’d relax; I’d worry less.

I would be sillier than I have been this trip.

I would take fewer things seriously. I would take more chances.

I would climb more mountains and swim more rivers.

I would eat more ice cream and less meat.

I would perhaps have more actual troubles, but I’d have fewer imaginary ones.

You see, I’m one of those people who lived sensibly and sanely hour after hour, day after day. Oh, I had my moments, and if I had to do it over again, I’d have more of them.

In fact, I’d try to have nothing else. Just moments, one after the other, instead of living so many years ahead of each day. I

If I had my life to live over again, I would start barefoot

earlier in the spring

and stay that way later in the fall.

I would go to more dances; I would ride more merry-go-rounds.

I would pick more daisies.

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La dolce vita is as iconic a film as they get.

Fellini’s masterpiece has been referred to throughout fashion, film, architecture, philosophy and music.

As the title suggests, “The sweet life” is about frivolity, glamour, fame,

style and surrounding yourself with beautiful things and people.

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Forget about your lists and do what you can

because that’s all you can do.

Phone up the people you miss and tell them you love them.

Hug those close to you as hard as you can.

Because you are always only a drunk driver’s stupidity,

a nervous shopkeeper’s mistake, a doctor’s best attempts

and an old age away from forever.

wings in the wind

The day he died he started to disappear.

I didn’t want to him and so he stopped and held his hand up to the sun and it was like thin paper in the light and finally I said, you seem very calm for a man who is disappearing and he just looked at me.

Later on, I went to see him again and as I was leaving, he put a package in my hand. This is the last piece of my life, he said, take good care of it and then he smiled and was gone and the room filled with the sound of wind and when I opened the package there was nothing there and I thought there must be some mistake or maybe I dropped it and I got down on my hands and knees and looked until the light began to fade and then slowly I felt pieces of my life fall away and suddenly I understood what he meant and I lay there for a long time crying and laughing at the same time.

falling in love

i fall in love often

with the sky

the night

the moon lives in me

music

a dog

an elephant

a bird circling

a picture

memories

i fall in love with my memories

all the time

me

I wander.

I click and I clack

I breath white smoke.

I taste the sun and I swallow the moon.

I run through forests of buildings and highways and continents and cities

and dreams.

I run to the light.

That familiar humming of the night

that sonorous whistle breaking morning.

that's me.

that's me.

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