Liceu’s Blog

I was wandering about writing something on my blog (the Italian one), but I’ve soon abandoned my idea. Italian is my own mother tongue, and I expect from myself to be a bit more serious using that language. English, instead, gives me a perfect excuse: my primary task is to find words, so that ideas are less relevant, and I can feel more free to put down anything comes out from my mind.

It’s a foggy evening, during a winter much more warmer than usual, here in Italy. Out of my window I can only see some lights from the street. The tower clock of the parish is faded and blurry, lost behind some pines.

I have just returned home from a week of isolation in my flat at the University. I’ve spent a week studying and preparing three exams which will be my only aim for next week.

Days of loneliness, days of concern about university. Days of dreaming, days of hope for the future. A jazz cd is paying in the background. It’s late, OK, the volume is as low as possible. Some cello “pizzicato” notes, a soft piano.

Goodnight