You can(not) fall in love from a falling star to another

One of my postcard got lost somewhere. The bad thing is I don't remember what it was write inside. So lost is really lost, because of forgetting.
Forgetting is one of the most fascinating things ever. Things still exist till everybody forget them.
I was thinking about Eternal Sunshine of Spotless Mind. In that movie people start to erase from their mind bad memories. A couple remove their memories about their relationship because of pain, but at the end they meet again because even if they don't know anymore each other they fall in love once again.
It's not like destiny, and it's not like "love finds its way". I think it is more about the fact that love is not random.
I don't know if it's true or not. Maybe sometime if you have a good relation with someone it depends from a series of random happens, it means if something happen in another way (different place, different environment, different mood) the way to relating to a person is a changing variability. I m quite afraid of this.

In this week I m quite strange. Some weird things happened to me: I have drunk coke with a dead person and some skeletons came out from the ground in a quite spontaneously way. You cannot say I was digging it up. I had just to remove some dust.
People I know are always running from a things to another, not tasting anything.
And people who I would like to be are very far away.
I don't know what to do next, but I m fine, for the first time in my life I m really fine.

I accept my lostness.

It is time for change. A lot of people goes, some new comes. I m start to think about it. More you grow up, more you travel, more your life became instable.
I m like melancholy just for a minute.
People you want to stay goes, others seem so far away, and some others become ghosts.
I m not the same as three months ago, and I won't be the same three months from now. It kind of scares me but there is no going back, just moving forward so you have to deal with this.
And in few weeks I ll be in Macedonia, always moving away, like a crazy pinball.

Iceland

The chicken I tasted on Icelandair was totally
different from the one I use to taste in Italy.
Now I assume that one of them should be
something different



When you arrive in Iceland it seems like to be on the moon.


If you are looking closely you can see my hotel...
In the middle of nowhere


I was a little bit frozen...just a little.


Here is where Europe finish and America begins...
or the opposite :)


to be concluded...