2009. Torino. Studio all'estero

oh my god...




Intro to Public Relations
Italian 101
Wine
cheese?
[must be careful]
{must go}





"Dilegua, o notte!
Tramontate, stelle!
Tramontate, stelle!
All'alba vincerò!
Vincerò!
Vincerò!"
-G.Puccini (from Turnadot)

September

i've adjusted
to the new days
at the new home
the new places
the new face
in the teas and
books and the
thought that this
might not be
busy work, that
this might not be
"required" that
this might not be
horrible or boring
that this might
be okay.
We all tell of how
important it is
the new experiences
the new faces
the new books
the new teas
but now i can be aware
of how special your
words are and why
i need to listen to them

A dark hotel room
held history
and they will tell
that we stayed there
or in a delicious
eatery or with
our favorite singers
or on broadway
or atop
the empire
state...
but i find
us, the ones
that found
each other
the ones that drugged
our bodies and harped
our eyes
in the silent,
perspiring, dark
second story room
tongue-tied
reserved passions
and trying to
rationalize how
we should feel, the
way my life should
be, why am i not
living the way
intended?
living in two
different stages
with almost a
year behind
and too much ahead
but together
[in truth]
shared carelessness
and blissful kisses.

"now the spell is broken
the words escaped
the ones i feared
the ones i heard
last night
now i
am open...
...but my breath is pulled away
each time i take it in" s&c b.

how is this possible
my life at a stream
watching the brown
leaves float by
remembering september
knowing that september
reminds me of how
important our
time is, how
quickly this
happens.
remembering
why we love.
and i do. love you.
maybe september
is a trick...
maybe its all timeless