Souvenirs from Wonderland

City of Wonder

This post is dedicated to all those cool people i met in the City of Wonder

I spent last week in a wonderland called Sweden, you know, that far, far away kingdom of the North, where all the good things come from: Santa, the Moose, death metal bands, hot viking girls, Absolut Vodka, Volvo, Ikea, Abba and all the odds and ends in between.
Few are the places on Earth which look way better in reality than in pictures, because the frame is always biasing the reality, isn t it?And Sweden is amongst those places on Earth to be called Wonderland or Dreamland for an endless number of reasons.Could be the landscapes, could e the people, could be the aurora, could be the wild nights out, could be the dawn hungovers which are no longer a tabu, could be even the owls in the Christmas Trees.Haha.

Offtopic: That i love good music and i cook good pasta you already know, but what i didnt tell you yet is that i have an awkward weakness for the owls-the perfect mixture between Ara Macao and persian cats-, regardless their size, colour or shape.

I hearted Sweden and the Swedes from the very first step into this amazing world, oozing of living wonders.
I still can smell the odour of the streets, i kept somehow a certai mood deep inside since i returned to the small town where i live.
I feel free and blessed after months of searching for a glimpse of fresh air.And i found it.
Sometimes you do not need to search joy and freedom elsewhere but inside you.Try t get rid of selflessness and seldom and you will be culturally and spiritually uplifted, my friend.

Walked for hours in the woods, remembering the plot within Mr Murakami s "Norwegian Wood", and suddenly realized how little one knows about nature s perfection.

Blended with willingness and rising serotonine, i managed in the end to kill the grief which was sort of craping up inside for weeks.
You can overcome your own demons, unleashing them.They need to eat, they need to drink and to breathe just like you do, so no wonder they need to escape from your body at times.Set them free!Burn the final thoughts and free your spirit.
And maybe there is only me who thinks like this, but it is not due to my whimsical behaviour, but because of the human need to switch from a mood to another just like Mother Nature itself swings from a season to another.
So, what is so new so far?You tell me.As i told you previously, i am such a good listener.Haha


Tout a l heure.

Alexandros

Innuendo

Tree of life

What happens if tomorrow the roads we walk on end?What if tomorrow we will have way more powerful memories about yesterday than we ever had?

What would our life look like without music and exhilarating morning walks?

Life is about walking.Life is about trust.Trust en nous-meme.

Who knows what goes beyond the rainbow?Maybe there is the shelter of all our unconscious demons.They are free to roam wherever they want and perhaps they feel utterly blessed by a divine grace we still try to understand.

Take a walk my friend, in the woods and hug a tree this morning.And feel sorry for its veggie spirit.Feel its freshness and chew its wisdom.

Alexandros.

Hello, howdy stranger

Dear stranger,

Feel both welcomed and utterly spiritually uplifted.Because you are here, in my house, in my cabin, on my field.Because i am here with you, and we can share a cherry tobacco cigarette and eat some good pasta afterwards.

What it really matters is to be happy.

I am a foreigner.All my life i used to be a traveler and i very often regarded myself as one of the "gens de la rue", or commonly known as rolling stone people, those who do not need  nor sheler, neither roots...

I was born in the midst of the fields, i whitnessed the rise and the fall of humankind.I fell in love with love and fell from grace at times.

I walked lonely roads, i ran green fields, i have chosen a waggon to hitch to a certain star.

I live in England.You, know...somewhere westwards from continental Europe there is a tiny archipelago where it rains almost every day and Sun is something you can rarely see, but anyway it is hard not to fall in love with such a place.

Later edit: I live in the very heart of England, and every day i thank God i have the amazing opportunity to discover a new culture, new lifestyles, new states of mind, new faces.The town where i live is not crowded, but still enough so as sometimes, deep inside i am lured i am for some reason surounded by thousands and thousands of stories which worth being told.

I lived a fair part of my life in Italy, the boot alike land, where art, warm weather and rafined cuisine are local icons that i have taken with me when i left home.

If i owe so much to someone, there is for sure my Mother, my Father and the Bonsai Tree in my room, who is such a good listener and who knows all my inner thoughts.Therefore, i ought to thank them so much for educating and helping me whenever needed as i am very proud of the way i was brought up and i assume anyone of us is.

I owe so much to the roads, to the trains, to the starry skies, to the scars my both body and spirit are made of, to Devendra Banhart s guitar, to the early morning tea, to the firy vodka i drenched myself in, to the infinite libraries, to the night riding, to Lhasa de Sela s freedom, to the sound of cigarettes, to the grazed knees, to my boho way, to Kerouac s confusion, to nutella and the zen moments, to the perfection we find in everything.

I am the ordinary Joe anyone can see at every corner, but the one who mighty had fallen in a Raven night.I used to be a Tennessee lad who had fallen in love with a Kansas girl who milked the cows for a living.You know, just the ordinary unhappy ending life is about at some points.But there is no time for drama.There is no time for regret.

I am the sinner who will be waiting for Jesus, The Saviour with sweet corn in his left hand and who will bow to Him and will ask Him to forgive Me, Adam, the sinner.And we will eat sweet corn and Pasta of Emilia Romagna together.

Everytime i cook pasta i wait for the moment when Jesus will have a dinner with me.Not a Final Supper.

We dont do soups here, sorry.Only yum yum pasta and Lasagne Bolognese.And Jesus shall consider that.

Here in my blogroll you will discover some dear people i know and who envisage in a different way their perception upon life, art, roads and people.

Life is a Road.We are the Travelers, aint we?


You will be pleased to find out on this blog everything reated to: Arts, Travels, People, Cuisine, Concerts, Lifestyle, Thoughts, Going Places, Dear Friends, Escaping from the "Quotidien" and all the jazz in between.

Nevertheless, i will kindly ask you to have your say.

It is almost midnight and the night birds need to sleep right now...otherwise they will booze...


I am so happy to share some wisdom with you, folks and i hope so you are because in the long run, this is what life is all about.


Tout  a l heure, mecs.

Alexandros