non so perche' la mia collega Reema mi dice sempre che sono rude con la gente...
eppure ultimamente non faccio che ascoltare canzoni d'amore...
le tracks della mia piu' recente top 3:
1. E fuori e' buio (Tiziano Ferro)
2. La mia storia tra le dita (Gianluca Grignani)
3. Ain't no sunshine (Al Green)
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i'm basically against blogs&personal pages. there is enough vanity in the world to add my ego on the net... here there are thoughts and reflections and some pieces of a novel which will never come to life. so, if you like me think that humanity does not need my self-righteous quotes, you can just check the pictures and travellers advices i will post here... thanx for coming, anyway...!
About Me
- clauds
- male entrapped in a female body-hetero-italian by birth and passport-disgusted by politics-thinking about changing nationality-traveller for passion/studies/work/love/need
They look at the world through fake glasses too!
Special Issues on "fake glasses"
per controllare le updates su "A Modest Proposal" controlla i post con la tag "sogni".
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semplice eh?! ;-)
per controllare le updates su "Oltre il Velo" controlla i post con la tag "oltre il velo".
semplice eh?! ;-)
YES WE ARE DIFFERENT
Verita' per Niki
Perche' io sono circondata da potenziali talebani...
Adotta un giocatore di cricket prima che diventi un Talebano!
Promuovi anche tu l'iniziativa di Coq Baroque.
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blogger friends
Along my Way...
arabisti per caso, ovvero... ca'ccappello rulez!
Shine My Days (My Blog Roll)
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Lacuna4 years ago
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Remembering September 11 After 18 Years5 years ago
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Sbarco su Marte!6 years ago
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Compare and Contrast6 years ago
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10 anni dopo7 years ago
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#FapLab7 years ago
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Il defunto è casta7 years ago
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powerbank asus zenpower8 years ago
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I'M BACK8 years ago
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Guardo gli sguardi10 years ago
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Payday Online Loans10 years ago
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"Meatless Days by Sara Suleri10 years ago
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Finisce qua.11 years ago
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Che traslocare è nel mio tema natale12 years ago
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Ci sono12 years ago
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Which Tip: Clearing up S**T!!!!13 years ago
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Faccio un vento e cambio il clima13 years ago
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Dubai MetroSexual13 years ago
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Cheerful and On Wheels13 years ago
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Era mio nonno14 years ago
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Mi fermo qui...15 years ago
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I like...
- Adopt a Drawing
- Al Arabiya
- Al Jazeera
- Alternative Information Centre
- ANSAmed
- Articolo 21
- BBC
- Blob
- Daniele Luttazzi
- Donne in Nero
- Elenco Blog Italia
- Emergency
- Forgotten Diaries
- Global Voices
- Il Manifesto
- Internazionale
- Italia dall'estero
- Jeune Afrique
- Lettera 22
- Marco Travaglio
- Micheal Moore
- Reuters
- Steve McCurry
- The Third Line Art Gallery
- Youssef Nabil
15 Pieces of me...
- My Photo Albums on Picasa
- My Other Blog (IT)
- Clauds su "Non Leggerlo" - parte 1
- Clauds su "Non Leggerlo" - parte 2
- Clauds su "Non Leggerlo" - parte 3
- Clauds su "Non Leggerlo" - parte 4
- A Scuola di Vita
- Genova. Per me.
- Egypt on my mind
- Vivere il Ramadan
- Le mie radici... purtroppo
- Wanna know my future? ;-)
- Disappointment
- 2008 Whoroscope
- My first post on "fake glasses"
places i've been living in
- Pescara (Italia): where i was born from sweet mum and moody dad
- Parma (2001)
- Venezia (Italia): where i've been sweating to accomplish a bizarre university course (2002-2005)
- Paris (France) x 2: for my happy Erasmus program (2003-2004) and then for work: Arab Art (2005-2006) + several trips to see mon perdu amour
- Cairo (Egypt) x 2: in 2004 and in 2005... studying (but i'm not gonna say what!)
- Abu Dhabi (United Arab Emirates): where i'm living since May 2007, for an internship in the Italian Embassy and then working in an advertising company. and teaching Italian, of course!
A good address for those wishing to visit Dubai and the United Arab Emirates
A. Alex. Alexandria. A mix of people, languages, religions and cultures living in a city which is a mix of styles, histories and traditions laying on a sea which is a mix of people, languages, religions and cultures. The place i would like to spend the rest of my life. The place i would like to be right now. The place my heart is right now. Alexandria. Alex. A. K.
22 million inhabitants! 22 millions! Cairo is a city, but it could easily be a Country on its own: more than 1/3 of Italy’s inhabitants...
Or it could easily be a world on its own, given the range of lives one can find there: 22 million of existences each different from the other. And all these 22 millions seems to gather on the freeway just when you have to go from an edge of the city to the other... in practice every morning, to go to school.
If hell would have a circle of the drivers, it would be Cairo flyover during summer.
But Cairo is not only a city, it is a mental status: the time spent in Cairo appears to me as hung on the whole of times creating world memory. Cairo is a city suspended in the desert and living in Cairo was like living a life suspended in time. It was like living in a bubble, completely out of the Western space-time concept. I felt a kind of goldfish in a dry spot, surrounded by a multitude of other fishes already evolved in a darwinian way to garantee their survival by adapting to the enviroment. But I couldn’t adapt so easily, I was too astonished by that huge bubble I was living in and where actually the time had stopped: in an half hour I could shift from the Pyramids to a wild traffic jam, to the peacefullness of al-Azhar, to the over-crowded City of Dead to a perfectly American-style disco. And outside, desert only.
Or it could easily be a world on its own, given the range of lives one can find there: 22 million of existences each different from the other. And all these 22 millions seems to gather on the freeway just when you have to go from an edge of the city to the other... in practice every morning, to go to school.
If hell would have a circle of the drivers, it would be Cairo flyover during summer.
But Cairo is not only a city, it is a mental status: the time spent in Cairo appears to me as hung on the whole of times creating world memory. Cairo is a city suspended in the desert and living in Cairo was like living a life suspended in time. It was like living in a bubble, completely out of the Western space-time concept. I felt a kind of goldfish in a dry spot, surrounded by a multitude of other fishes already evolved in a darwinian way to garantee their survival by adapting to the enviroment. But I couldn’t adapt so easily, I was too astonished by that huge bubble I was living in and where actually the time had stopped: in an half hour I could shift from the Pyramids to a wild traffic jam, to the peacefullness of al-Azhar, to the over-crowded City of Dead to a perfectly American-style disco. And outside, desert only.
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