Italian Intermezzo: Blake

I forgot how beautiful is this poem by Blake…

I fear’d the fury of my wind
Would blight all blossoms fair & true,
And my sun it shin’d & shin’d,
And my wind it never blew.

But a blossom fair or true
Was not found on any tree,
For all blossoms grew & grew
Fruitless false, tho’ fair to see

William Blake (1793)

(listening to Nick Cave – “Where the Wild Roses Grow”)

Italian Intermezzo: August 5th, 2008 – Confusion

Confusion.

I love this country, I love my hometown Verona.
Every time I come back here I question my decision of living in the US.

If only I could have the job I want in Italy…
I love people here, too. I do have good friends around the world, and people I care about, but this is where I am from. It is just different.

I guess it’s only a moment of confusion.
A little breach in my strong-willed idea of future, a flow of feelings that cannot be fought with reason.
And I guess it will pass.