Monday, November 8, 2010
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Joining The Navy With Type 1 Diabetes
Voglia di Viaggiare
.... one day the sun shone so incredibly young and yellow on the old main road, and slid a boat on the lake with a large black wing white as snow, and I then thought of as life was short, and suddenly all the intentions, desires and plans, not that he was nothing but a beautiful, incurable wanderlust.
Ah, the real desire to travel is nothing but dangerous thinking that will, without fear of any kind, to tackle head on the world and want to get answers from all the things, people, events. A desire that can not be appeased with the plans and books, which always requires more and costs more and more, where you have put your heart and blood.
Outside my window the sweet, warm west wind rummages in the black lake, without any purpose, in his raging and consuming passion, wild and insatiable.
This is the real wild and insatiable desire to travel, the urge to learn and experience new things, that no knowledge and no experience are able to satisfy. A stimulus that is stronger than us and all the chains, which always wants more sacrifice from those who are dominated.
Are there not men who go hunting for money, and for women and the principles of a wild and beyond all, to ruin? So here we go to hunt us, we enthusiasts travel, what you can take from Mother Earth, with the desire to be at one with her, possess and surrender to her, to an extent which can not be obtained, but only dream of, desire, yearn. And perhaps this
our hunting, that passion is no different and better than the player, the speculator, the Don Juan of arriving.
But at this point in our lives our passion I feel better and more worthy than many others.
When the earth is calling us, when we recall the wanderers come back to us restless and she outlines the place of rest, then the end will not leave, a modest yield, but rather a taste, thirsty and thankful, the most profound experiences. We are curious to know South America, explored the creeks of the southern seas, the poles of the earth, the secret of the winds, currents, lightning, avalanches, but even more we are endlessly curious about death, the last and the most exciting experience of our being on earth. Since we know that all the knowledge and experience, we may be well deserved and rewarding only those who willingly dedicate our lives.
by Hermann Hesse wrote
.... one day the sun shone so incredibly young and yellow on the old main road, and slid a boat on the lake with a large black wing white as snow, and I then thought of as life was short, and suddenly all the intentions, desires and plans, not that he was nothing but a beautiful, incurable wanderlust.
Ah, the real desire to travel is nothing but dangerous thinking that will, without fear of any kind, to tackle head on the world and want to get answers from all the things, people, events. A desire that can not be appeased with the plans and books, which always requires more and costs more and more, where you have put your heart and blood.
Outside my window the sweet, warm west wind rummages in the black lake, without any purpose, in his raging and consuming passion, wild and insatiable.
This is the real wild and insatiable desire to travel, the urge to learn and experience new things, that no knowledge and no experience are able to satisfy. A stimulus that is stronger than us and all the chains, which always wants more sacrifice from those who are dominated.
Are there not men who go hunting for money, and for women and the principles of a wild and beyond all, to ruin? So here we go to hunt us, we enthusiasts travel, what you can take from Mother Earth, with the desire to be at one with her, possess and surrender to her, to an extent which can not be obtained, but only dream of, desire, yearn. And perhaps this
our hunting, that passion is no different and better than the player, the speculator, the Don Juan of arriving.
But at this point in our lives our passion I feel better and more worthy than many others.
When the earth is calling us, when we recall the wanderers come back to us restless and she outlines the place of rest, then the end will not leave, a modest yield, but rather a taste, thirsty and thankful, the most profound experiences. We are curious to know South America, explored the creeks of the southern seas, the poles of the earth, the secret of the winds, currents, lightning, avalanches, but even more we are endlessly curious about death, the last and the most exciting experience of our being on earth. Since we know that all the knowledge and experience, we may be well deserved and rewarding only those who willingly dedicate our lives.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
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To The Happy Few... Sensitive Soul
Ciao Amico/a Mio/a
I've finally decided to take paper and pen for write down something. First of all i would like to say sorry for my long silence.. but you know i'm still the usual lazy bastard and i don't like to spend to much time on the net (still find the real world much more interesting&entertaining than the virtual one). So how are you??? Where are you??? What are you doing??? Are you happy???
It's strange cuz for days i've thought what i should tell but now the mind is empty and the words are somewhere locked. Maybe just cuz i would like to express/describe you so many things/feelings&emotions that i really don't know where to start...Is it ok from tonight???It's roughly 1am of an apparently dark night, i'm on the middle of the Indian Ocean and i'm standing alone on my night watching. A crescent half moon had set not long time ago leaving the sky above to the patrol of thousand friendly stars: on the starboard side the well-known Ursa Major and the faint Ursa Minor are pointing at the guide Polaris (happy to see her again after so many mounts in the Southern Emisphere); on the other hand a very bright Rigil Kentaurus offer it's close company to the now familiar Southern Cross while the shy Milky Way is low on the horizon; on the zenith, like a good supervisor, the majestic Leo is running back the red planet (Mars), forgetting, in the meanwhile, behind his tale the pale Saturn (which one is already looking forward to be welcome in between the arms of Virgo). By now a little dust of wind it's pushing us toward our destination (the Omanese coast). Across deep black waters we are moving silently, leaving around and behind us only green/white fluorescent wake of phosphorescences; when the wind picks up, the sea start rippling with sudden/random touchs of spooky bright light so colouring the dark and.. how could i explain the feeling to see flourescent burning dolphins play around the bow???
We left Sri Lanka two weeks ago and, after a windy/bumpy start (25/40 knots of wind wt 2/4mt waves), we had a very relaxing sail in the apparently gentle&quite Arabic Sea. The last couple of days have been characterized of NO wind and surreal flat waters (like floating on oil) so, even if in high risk zone (pirates), we had often opted to fold the empty sails and simply leave the corrent drift us into the blue (we all don't like to use the noisy engine). In few days time (the 4th of March to be precise) we should/have to join a convoy of sailing yachts from Salalah/Oman to Aden/Yemen.. all together under the surveillance of the "Coalition warships" to avoid unwelcome pirates attacks. Once again the human being have been able to ruin everything, painting with fear an unnatural dangers those waters, like if Mother Nature could be not enough dangerous by herself.. but well, there is nothing that i can do for it so.. why should i speak of this now??? Nevermind!!!
Unfortunately this appointment/convoy and few unexpected maintenance problems at the boat had dryed out our time/opportunities to enjoy/visit beautiful islands of the Indian Ocean.. Andamans, Chagos & Maldives (just to stay on the Northern Emisphere) have been skipped for this time.. don't you think that they are good reason to cross/sail the Indian Ocean again??? I think so!!! ;-)
After Yemen upwind through the Red Sea, Suez Canal and, after more that two and half years, back into the Mediterranean; we are not sure yet about destinations and timing but Pantafive should finish her around the world trip in the Catalunya coast on mid/end of May. And after that??? Do I have to go back in Italy and have a "normal" life??? Ahahahah.. it's not for me thanks!!! Actually i don't know what i'll do and where i'll go.. concentrate to live the day the only real plan is to not have any but, in the middle of the ocean there aren't many things to do so, sometimes, i let the fantasy fly over and met my dreams.. what a mess!!! To be honest, i would like to do/learn so many things, visit so many places/countries (the list is keep growing), mix with so many different culltures/people that one life isn't enough!!! ;-)
The dream (or just the plan B), once back in the old continent, is keep wandering around Europe for a while (hammock&hitchhiking) and take my time to visit friends spread here and there before head west or east again, by sea or by land (no plans and NO planes). Without money left (just enough to arrive in Spain) i will finance this European Tournee' 2010 (2011???) selling "home made" bracelets on the streets/beaches (i've already start the production), trying to make same massages (i've studied Thai Massage in Bangkok) and maybe i'll finally find the time/courage to learn/improve my poor skill with guitar&juggling... i only said maybe!!! I don't like to scream it but i feel ready to make the last step and become a "nomad/globetrotter" and finally live in/on/for/from streets&seas; without the fear to be without money or roof (there's always enough sky for everybody) i'm going to try it and if i'll like it, well.. that's definetely too far away!!! Actually, I only wish to be happy like i'm now and like i've always been.. all the rest doesn't really matter!!!
What about your dreams??? Are you still believe in it and fight for them??? Really hope that everything is great for you... yesterday, today and tomorrow.
Always smile and be positive.
Matteo...
A Testa Alta e Sole in Faccia!!!
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
How Early Renew Driver's License Oh
Nel blu dipinto di blu
Matthew ...
Ps / quiet for the pirates. First of all, with this face that I am scared them .. besides' we should join a convoy sailing from Yemen to Oman .. escorted by NATO warships in the area. But not too happy about that .. Since late in the roadmap have been sacrificed in the Chagos ... Ugh! 
Ciao amici miei, come e' iniziata questa nuova decade??? sono ancora in tempo per potervi augurare sole e felicita' per questo nuovo anno??? Sogni e progetti??? Siete felici???Sfortunatamente avrei voluto trovare il tempo per poter scrivere singolarmente ad ognuno, ma purtroppo anche qua in Thailandia le giornate sono solamente di 24h e non e' stato possibile dedicare il tempo necessario&sufficiente, o semplicemente consono, ad ognuno di voi.. scusatemi per questo.Io sto benone, fisicamente e psicologicamente; proseguo, con sempre maggior consapevolezza ed irrazionalita’, my way, and although I have absolutely no idea where this is leading me, stubbornly remains on top and the sun in his face. If we add to this all the smiles & faces that accompany my single daily life ', always as' rich and diverse small / large landscapes & colors, flavors & emotions, thoughts & I can not hide odors to be truly peaceful and happy. With 3 / 5 months of solitary blue around the corner and with very few minutes of sleep behind us, we have just completed the final preparations for departure. To be honest we already 'due to be at sea for several days but no major maintenance and have marked the happy & spontaneous joy of coming together again (El Captain & the Happy Hippy Crew). After stray & carefree months of colorful streets & special people, the compass points west of hours while a beaming back paws Pantafive by the desire to return to the open sea. Not yet a precise & safe destination, but well aware 'that will be' impossible to get lost (cited in El Captain), there is less than 2 hours to traverse slowly bring me 'back home (maybe or maybe stop direct to the Maldives in Sri Lanka ), so many dreams and plans are already aware 'head while flying fantasies knows' where .. spring / summer stroll for Europe?? For Sure .. I do not want stop this constant bouncing around the world and its thousands culture.Ora I have to go ... accompany the new moon 'these first starry nights and I certainly do not want to lose it .. see you soon! Always smile and be positive
Matthew ...
tall and Sun in the Face!
Ps / quiet for the pirates. First of all, with this face that I am scared them .. besides' we should join a convoy sailing from Yemen to Oman .. escorted by NATO warships in the area. But not too happy about that .. Since late in the roadmap have been sacrificed in the Chagos ... Ugh!
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