Take a Picture Every Day

I decided to try something strange this summer. I’m gonna take a picture every day, doesn’t matter what the subject is, and then I’m gonna line ’em all up in a video at the end of the summer, just before school. So I’ll have a memory of everything that I did. Let’s see if it’s gonna work:)

Here’s my work so far


Songs that bring me back to Canada

There are some songs in my Spotify collection which I added while I was in Canada and that I therefore connect to that experience now.

Steve Aoki’s Back 2 U for example reminds me of all the morning runs on the bus commuting to school with my host brother John. But there are many others such as Sean Koch’s Lift You Up or Sample Answer’s Hold On To Me.

It’s crazy how strong the binding between those songs and my memories is. I just need to play one of ’em and instantly a ton of images fill up my mind. Right now I’m listening to Lift You Up (the one I mentioned) and I can’t help but remember all the rides on the skytrain, looking at the landscape outside slide away.

Trevor Hall is a songwriter I discovered while in Canada and I totally love his songs: Well I Say remembers me of all the time spent wanderin’ in the school’s halls with my friends and the walks on the way home in the night. Back To You it’s another crazy song from him too, I listened to it so much back there.

Coleman Hell’s Fireproof it’s a killer. I used to listen to it during the afternoons chilling around with my mate Pavle. He used to hate it though ahah, he’s more a trap guy.

All of these songs are special to me, and I hope you’ll like them, if you wanna see more posts about music, visit my dedicated post category. 


Do not go gentle into that good night

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rage at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

-Dylan Thomas (1951)

School’s almost over

Finally. I made it. 

In a little more than a week school will be out here in Italy and I’ll finally get some rest. I’m so tired after these months of sstudy. I still have some tests to take, but it ain’t much.

 I’m really looking forward to the trip I’m gonna take with a classmate of mine to Germany in late June, and I can’t wait to meet again my Italian peers coming back from Canada in July. It’s gonna be awesome. I’ll definitely blog about my summer trips. 

But this is not all. I sometimes don’t think too much about it, but I’ll go to the BEACH. I don’t really care about it because it’s so obvious to me, I live on the seaside so it’s something I see everyday, and I’m feeling so lucky about this. 

This is pretty much it at this point, let’s see what summer has got for me.

I’m unconstant

One of my biggest problems has always been keeping up a project or an aim for more than 5 minutes. For real, I’m not joking. My head is full of ideas, of things I’d love to do but that I can’t do, for one reason or another, and on top of this (and maybe also because of this) I just forget about these ideas and find them back again maybe a month later. This happened with this blog too, at the beginning I swore to myself that I would have kept this going steadily for more than 2/3 weeks, and I did, for a month, and then, all of a sudden, I just quit. I also had other things on my mind such as school and other stuff but my inconsistency surely didn’t help. This is making me crazy. Damn it.

We are unstoppable

I know it’s been a while since my last post, but you know, what’s the point of writing bullshit constantly instead of good content once in a while?

Anyways, in the last few days I had the opportunity to host a good friend of mine, K. , and it’s been a pretty LIT experience. We met in Canada and we’ve been buddies ever since, we had a good time.

What it’s particularly cool about this Lil experience we had is that it demonstrated how friendship actually works. We hadn’t seen each other for almost 4 months and when we first talked into the station, it felt like we said bye to each other the day before. THAT’S WHAT A TRUE FRIENDSHIP IS.

We are gonna meet again, that’s a fact, although it ain’t easy keeping an Europe-spanning friendship on.

But after all the only thing that actually matters is one: we are unstoppable.


Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

-W.E Henley

This is one of my favourite poems, if not my favourite. I met this for the first time when I first watched Invictus by Clint Eastwood. That movie hit me. It hit me deeply, I remember that I was astonished by the great soul-strenght of Nelson Mandela and by the overall atmosphere.