Wisdom from the Ages

I will have poetry in my life. And adventure. And love. Love above all. No... not the artful postures of love, not playful and poetical games of love for the amusement of an evening, but love that... over-throws life. Unbiddable, ungovernable - like a riot in the heart, and nothing to be done, come ruin or rapture.

Sunday, December 27, 2009

Saturday, December 26, 2009


"It just doesn't happen twice."
quoted by Sam from Sleepless in Seattle

Thursday, December 24, 2009

It Can Happen Again.

Ama, e sarai amato a tua volta.
Love, and you shall be loved again.

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

The Density of Love.

Clare, I want to tell you, again, I love you. Our love has been the thread through the labyrinth, the net under the high-wire walker, the only real thing in this strange life of mine that I could ever trust. Tonight I feel that my love for you has more density in this world than I do, myself: as though it could linger on after me and surround you, keep you, hold you.

There is only one page left to write on. I will fill it with words of only one syllable. I love. I have loved. I will love. It’s dark now and I am very tired. I love you, always. Time is nothing.

- The Time Traveler's Wife, excerpt

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

The Cupcake.

#536: Someone who will eat the other half of my cupcake., that I never seem to finish.

Monday, December 21, 2009

Dormi Amore.

Full of warm tea and all the little pills and potions with which the Venetian has piled on me, I sleep most of the day and into the night. Once, when I awaken, I find him sitting on the edge of the bed facing me, his eyes pools of sweetness. "The fever has passed, you're lovely and cools now. Dormi, amore mio, dormi. Sleep, my love, sleep." I look at him, at his narrow hunched shoulders, his face still a picture of worry. He gets up to adjust the blanket, and I look at him bending over me in his faded underwear. I think he looks like the skinny man on the beach before he wrote away for his copy of "Muscle Culture."

I think he is the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen.

- "A Thousand Days in Venice" by Marlena de Blasi (page 31)

Sunday, December 20, 2009

I Did Not Ask Her To Marry Me.


I asked her to keep singing that song that gets stuck in my head.
To keep kissing my neck when she walks by.
I didn't ask her to marry me.

I asked her to keep being us.

Found in a Birks ad.

Tu Sei Per Me.

Tu sei per me, l'aria. You are the air for me.

Friday, December 18, 2009

Ci Vediamo, Amore Mio.

You have gone back to Italy today. I miss you like I miss sunshine on rainy days in Paris when I plan a picnic with wine and baguettes, like when it is the last day in a city and I have a stomachache. I will miss you like the ocean would miss the pull of the moon. See you in 27 days.

Thursday, December 17, 2009

Love Is...

Love is...

when your dog licks your face, when you come home, even though you've left him alone all day.

1)being morons together
2)the most noble dementia

It's love if she greets you with a wack around the head.

It's love if she gives you her gum when she gets bored chewing it.

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Adam and Eve.

"After all these years, I see that I was mistaken about Eve in the beginning; it is better to live outside the Garden with her than inside it without her."

-Mark Twain (Adam, Adam's Diary)

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

The Sweetest Passions.

Literature and butterflies are the two sweetest passions known to man.

Monday, December 14, 2009

Veinte Poemas de Amor/Twenty Love Poems

From the Song of Despair:

Oh the bitten mouth, oh the kissed limbs,
oh the hungering teeth, oh the entwined bodies.

Oh the mad coupling of hope and force
in which we merged and despaired.

Pablo Neruda

Sunday, December 13, 2009

A Beautiful Day.

Day 1, I stumbled through "Hello" on 5th Avenue.
Day 2, We grabbed a bite to eat and talked all afternoon.
We caught a movie on Day 14,
And Day 67 she said "I love you" to me.

What a beautiful day.
Day 116 I asked her what she was doing for the rest of my life.
Day 189...Oh I almost lost that girl to my foolish pride.
She said "I do" on Day 482.
And gave me a son on Day 761.

Day 18,253,
Well honey that's 50 years,
here's to you and me.

Day 1, I thank God I said "Hello" on 5th Avenue

Saturday, December 12, 2009

My Minnetonka Moccasins

I got Minnetonka moccasins for the first time the other day, after many recommendations from friends and this is how I wore them. They are so comfortable but I only wore them for a few days and then there was a snowstorm in my city. Now they will have to wait for spring!

Friday, December 11, 2009

On My Nightstand (per Dicembre)

This is what has been on my nightstand for reading from November until now: the November issue of Conde Nast Traveler with a lovely article about Sicily, Dear John by Nicholas Sparks is a beautiful story but a heartbreaking one, "Hide This Italian Book" is helping me further my attempt to learn Italian by teaching me all the naughty words, and Petite Anglaise is the book that came from the blog by the same name about love found and lost in Paris.

Thursday, December 10, 2009

The History of Love.

If at large gatherings or parties, or around people with whom you feel distant, your hands sometimes hang awkwardly at the ends of your arms- if you find yourself at a loss for what to do with them, overcome with sadness that comes when you recognize the foreignness of your own body-it's because your hands remember a time when the division between mind and body, brain and heart, what's inside and what's outside, was so much less. It's not that we've forgotten the language of gestures entirely. The habit of moving our hands while we speak is left over from it. Clapping, pointing, giving the thumbs-up: all artifacts of ancient gestures.

Holding hands, for example, is a way to remember how it feels to say nothing together. And at night, when it's too dark to see, we find it necessary to gesture on each other's bodies to make ourselves understood.

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

I Will Always Come For You.

Westley: Hear this now: I will always come for you.
Buttercup: But how can you be sure?
Westley: This is true love - you think this happens every day?

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Like A Holiday.

Our love is like a holiday.

Monday, December 7, 2009

If There's Any Kind of Magic In This World.

I believe if there's any kind of God it wouldn't be in any of us, not you or me but just this little space in between. If there's any kind of magic in this world it must be in the attempt of understanding someone sharing something. I know, it's almost impossible to succeed but who cares really? The answer must be in the attempt.

-Celine's quote, from the movie Before Sunrise

Sunday, December 6, 2009

Little Things.

Little things.

I think it's the same with people.
I see in them little details,
so specific to each other,

that move me, and that I miss, and...

will always miss.

You can never replace anyone,

because everyone is made of such
beautiful specific details.

Like I remember the way...

your beard has a little
bit of red in it.

And how the sun was
making it glow that...

that morning, right before you left.

I remember that, and...

I missed it!

(from Before Sunset)

Saturday, December 5, 2009

A True Man.

“A true man does not need to romance a different girl every night, a true man romances the same girl for the rest of her life”

Ana Alas

Friday, December 4, 2009

Romantic Snack #4

I want to marry you.
I want to have kids with you.

I want to build us a house and settle down.

I want to live until I'm 110 in your arms.
I want to grow old with you.

I don't want 48 uninterrupted hours.

I want a lifetime.

(quoted from Grey's Anatomy)

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Love According to Harry Potter.

"Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living, and, above all, those who live without love."
- J.K. Rowling, spoken by the character Albus Dumbledore

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

To Dream of Fairy Tales.

Once in awhile,
Right in the middle of an ordinary life,
Love gives us a fairy tale.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Until We Get Lost.

I wanna drive. Until we get lost. Lie in a field staring up at the sky while you point out the Southern Cross. Somehow I know, without asking why, that you love me more in a minute than anyone could in a lifetime. Dancing in the parking lot while the band plays inside. Sweep me off my feet. Baby, marry me.

(Marry Me, lyrics)