outta my mind, italy on the brain

simmering hurts and deep deep beauties.

italy is a funny thing. like memory, like life, it draws you in--no, it grabs hands, the back of your head and takes you--and you'll crave more despite the craziness. watch the film i'm not scared (io non ho paura) and you'll understand.

it's been nearly four months since i left the boot's mountains, its strange music, its slowness. i dream in chopped up italian sometimes. i dreamt in its colors and sensuousness last night. sometimes its smell rises out of nowhere.

be careful. beauty and ugliness, like laughter and the strep invade and infect when you least expect it.

got italy on the brain but can't go? see some thoughts and some more thoughts.