Poesia del "BUG" Ramingo

Poesia del “Bug” ramingo 

(Redmond WA, Microsoft building 115, summer 2012)

ping... mi filano

pong … mi risolvono

ping........riparto

pong ...ritorno

ping............................F-I-S-S-A-T-O

PONG …. sbracato

Snetworkizzato ….

pingpongpingpongpingpongping.... (ad libitum)

Di lontano si vede meglio

Di lontano vedo meglio
Vedo meglio la paura degli amici in Italia di cambiare anche solo una virgola. Allora quelli di destra che da sempre non sopportano i fighetti di sinistra voteranno Berlusconi, perchè in fondo è facile e semplice credere alle cazzate che dice. Poi ci sono quelli seri, quelli che voteranno Monti o Casini, perchè ci vuole moderazione per continuare a fare quello che c'è da fare (e quello che s'è sempre fatto). Sono quelli che vogliono morire democristiani anche se la DC è morta da un pezzo. Sono quelli la famiglia è una sola, quella che ti sei appena rifatto! Quelli che la famiglia è una sola .. ma mi tengo l'amante! Quelli che la famiglia è una sola ma poi vanno a prostitute, megli se giovani. Poi ci sono quelli di Sinistra. Ah belli quelli di sinistra, Sono specialisti della divisione. Quella di governo pensa che se fa tutte le cose che fanno quelli che governano prima o poi toccherà a lei, ma intanto fa puttanate e ce la mette tutta pur di perdere. Quella radicale e antagonista si divide bene bene, non sia mai che uniti si vinca. Allora si fa la triste rivoluzione sociale insieme a Di Pietro, buon uomo per carità ma rivoluzione?. Poi si Vendola un poco più a sinistra sognando un Italia rivoluzionaria mai esistita. Poi ci sono i Grilli canterini, forse una novità! chisssà? ma a sinistra tanto per non sbagliare si passa più tempo a parlar male di loro che bene di sè stessi. Infine qualche amico su Facebook ancora più radicale che predica anarchia, non voto o il partito marxista-leninista, quello con i volantini scritti fitti fitti con la macchina da scrivere, lotta dura senza paura!. Poi ancora la Fiom contro Marchionne, la Cisl e la Uil che fanno prove di nuovo sindacato senza capire come è cambiato il mondo del lavoro. Insomma tutti presi a giocare a "lo so io cosa si deve fare"! Ormai siamo 60 milioni di presidenti del consiglio oltre che di allenatori della nazionale.

Di lontano si vede meglio che l'Italia è troppo impegnata a mantenere lo stile di vita che tutti il mondo ci ha invidiato e tutt'ora ci invidia senza tener conto che così non si va più avanti, che il mondo è da un'altra parte.

Cosa succederà dopo le elezioni? Forse vince il PD, ma poi deve accordarsi con Monti e Casini. Intanto Berlusconi recupera, la sinistra resta fuori ancora una volta, e Grillo avanza, ma non governa, quindi ci possiamo aspettare le stesse identiche cose. Forse grazie ai Grillini saremo al corrente di qualche malefatta in più! ma continureremo dritti dritti senza cambiare!

Viva l'Italia

Buona strada Gianfranco

Di lontano sono meno triste....

Di lontano sono meno triste,

forse per questo posso volare

ai momenti e alle cose che abbiamo,

                                               insieme, viste

alla speraze che abbiamo praticato

al "change" che abbiamo sognato

Sulle Ande abbiamo respirato a fatica

alla ricerca della tecnologia per la vita

Con i ragazzi e le ragazze che ci avevano affidato

Abbiamo a lungo per monti e boschi camminato

Poi abbiamo sognato speranze interrotte,

amori finiti e ricominciati, e strade sbarrate.

Ci siamo anche allontanati quel tanto che basta

per restare amici nonostante i difetti e le incongruenze

che le persone fanno grandi a colpi di conseguenze.

Di lontano sono meno triste e forse vedo meglio,

o almeno mi illudo che cosi sia, di lontano

rivedo la tua voglia di tenere

tutti i giorni la leggerezza a portata di mano

Una cena a base di amici veri, di casa in una casa lontano da casa.

Malloreddus radicchio e salsiccia, parmigiana di melanzane, buon vino, chiacchiere e mascarpone, il menu. Dal confronto finale tra la grappa americana e quella italiana il genio di LeonArte sfila dal cappello una poesia..... surreale e bellissima!

Stragatto

Gatto , stragatto / mi sento come un matto!!

legati slegati, amici / anniversari celebrati

Detti da uno scorpione, /che dolce al mascarpone

Gatto, stragatto / la grappa del palato

la gioia del sentire / che felicità

Il gatto stragatto / mi farà morire e

                                               sentire

la vita, l'amore o gli amici

Che maschere dolci /  e momenti felici

Bevuto, mangiato al gatto ci ho pensato

Gatto stragatto  

se il mascarpone / mi è andato svelato

al gusto al palato

Nessuna mappa / vi regalerà il segreto / di quello che cercate / e vi portate dietro /

Nessuna mappa / vi regalerà il segreto /del piccolo mistero / di un viaggio sempre inquieto /

Nessuna mappa / tifa per un posto/ rimane sempre muta / e non sceglie al posto vostro /

(Valerio Corzani, gli Ex - Voi siete qui)

What Is Meditation?

Un altro breve saggio in English, stile Definition Essay, il voto migliora, stavolta b+, .

      Is meditation a new way to be healthy and maintain well-being? Maybe, but really, what is it exactly? And, how does this very old human activity work? Meditation, according to Wikipedia, is a practice, or a family of human practices focused on your mind and in relationship with the body. Through these practices, people try to relax and gain a new state of consciousness. Meditation can help you in order to highlight your life goals, or increase your skills to contemplate the universe, or to be calm and more concentrated on your activity.

       Several religions are working with different practices of meditation. One way to meditate is by singing particular songs or mantra. The mantra is a refrain repeated continuously, that makes a sound capable to create spiritual transformation. In some oriental way, in India, Tibet or South East Asia, mantra could be just a vowel sound or a syllabic sound. In other religions, it is a prayed repeated many times, often singing, like in a Catholic monastery. The Catholic pray for the Virgin Mary, and the Rosary, is in fact, a kind of mantra. The Muslims have a spiritual meditation called Sufism. Also in this case there is a repetition of the name of God, or an emblematic dance, very famous all around the word. The dance of the whirling Dervish is a hypnotic and fascinating performance. Dervish is another name for the practitioner in the old Sufism. In this dance, for hours are whirling the Dervishes by themselves, finding some kind of spiritual trance.

       A Buddhism Zen is another interesting way to meditate. They called the meditation zazen (literally seated meditation). In this Buddhist way, the practitioner is sitting down on a cushion with his legs crossed in a full-lotus position, or half-lotus. They remain, this way for hours, motionless in this position, and they alternate this meditation with time of walking meditation.

      The oriental meditations are different from the western meditation for the different goals assigned by the master. In western countries the goal is to concentrate your attention on some specific topics or thing. In oriental meditations the goal is frequently the absence of thought. In the zazen way, the master could say, “Meditate is not something new to do. You just need to learn how do nothing”. So, to meditate in this way, you don't need to learn something new, rather, you must forget everything you learned and forget also the same instructions to do this.

       Meditation is an activity that came to the past and now it is practicing in a new way and with different goals. In the last century, meditation helped people to be more calm, less stressed, relaxed, and to find better life. Some scientist have investigated different elements about the effect of meditate. For example, some kinds of meditation are increasing the production of well-being hormones in the body. Scientist have also demonstrated that meditation increases the production of endorphin in the brain. Endorphin is a hormone that could play a big role in maintaining your well-being.

      Finally meditation is re-discovering in the last years to reduce stress, increase happiness and emotional stability. Now meditattion is turning into a modern healthy activity. Many spa, and beauty center are now proposing different kind of meditations experiences.

      People who listen talking about meditation, are thinking in some strange or complicated activity. If my audience is composed by young people, maybe they could be more stunned or hesitant. For this kind of people, it is good to remind then, several human activities have the same characteristic of meditation, but we don't call them by the same name. For example, some people are very passionate in drawing, so when they are very concentrated in their activity a strange effect could happened. Sometime people lose the perception of the time, they forget every task or appointment. Otherwise for hours, in some discotheque, people are listening to house music mixed to stroboscopic light. The result is a kind of collective trance. Yet, some athletes or actors, before their performances are using different way to be concentrate and focusing in their goals. All of these people appear exactly like a Tibetan monk in mediation. For that, meditation is an excellent way to gain goals and bring you a more healthy life, what more do you expect?

A special friend.

Da alcune settimane frequento un corso di Critical Thinking, (English 096) presso il Seattle Central Community College. Questi sono i miei primi, elementari saggi in inglese. La grammatica, salvo sviste dell'ultimo minuto, è corretta dalla Prof. Lara Ramsey. 

When something happens unexpected or unusual, usually it catches your attention. Betty, my first friend in Seattle, is just a kind of friendship that you doesn't expect.

Before I tell you the story, I need to fix some assumptions and premises:

I have been in Seattle since march and actually I miss my Italian friends a lot. I was born in Italy on the same bed where I slept the most part of my life. Although living in a foreign country is not exactly a new experience for me. When I was 21 years old I lived three years in Peru and I appreciate this time of my life, because I was very young; also because Peru is a very special country and maybe because between, Italy and South America share the same “Latin” culture.

I moved to Seattle for love and in April Sara and I got married. My first time in Seattle, my energy and focus was to learn English. Also I like walking, a lot. For that my “entrance” to the local culture are all my body between the head to my feet. Since July my English developing skills are helping me to have more conversations and understand people pretty good, So I was thinking, “I'm ready to find a new friends!”

I took my first idea from Italy. Sure, I thought, the coffee bar could be a good place to meet new people! Suddenly I started going in to the coffee bar close to my home every day. After one week I took inventory: no one one person met, no one recognized me, but I had consumed a lot of coffee and I had spent a lot of money: so, my conclusion was that, the coffee bar is not a good place to meet new people. Maybe it could be a delightful place to drink some delicious things with people who one had met in another place.

After that I spent some more weeks to thinking about my goal: how I can meet new people? What is the way to make friend in this city? In July, I became a volunteer for some non-profit Organizations. I met a lot of people and I tried to tell them about me and politics, travel and how different my country is. Oh, excuse me, I forgot to explain: I'm a very talkative person if I can speak my own language! The reactions to my tendency to talk were different, but not one of them positive. Some people after talking with me for two minute would me gesture to their clock and say “I'm so sorry, I need to go!” Some people just looked at clock and they simply went going on.

Maybe I need more time. I thought, maybe my English is still too bad; maybe here there is no time to talk with friends; maybe because of all the reasons above, it is so hard make new friends.

Every day I came home really sad; every day I felt more gloomy.

One day I saw a person, maybe a woman. She was crouching down on the sidewalk, her head bent over a book. The book was a very old book with yellow pages, the kind of paper that smells dusty, a book that you can find stored in a old trunk. I found her clothes also dirty and ripped, but unexpected, without bad odor. On the floor in front of her, leaned, a little sign that was hand-written and also old. I don't remember what the sign said, but it was clearly a request of begging.

My action was mechanical, I took one dollar from my pocket and I gave it, to her.

In this moment and just a second before I extracted my hand from the pocket, she was raising her head and smiling, at me. She said; “thank you!” I was a little embarrassed and pretty surprised, and for that I gave her more attention. She was not a woman, she was a very young girl, so beautiful with two smart big, clear eyes and a precious smile.

In this moment many thought were going on around my head! Why was such a young and smart girl on the street? Why was she asking for help? Where was she having food? Where was she sleeping?

I needed some second to return on my self, just on time to say; “Hello, my name is Riccardo; I'm from Italy!” I said while I thought: Oh man! come on, you can speak something more, something more smart!. And she: “Oh nice. Nice to met you, Riccardo-from-Italy, I'm Betty, from Connecticut.

Since July I meet Bettytwo or three times a week. Every time we talk a little more than before. We talk about our different lives. Our first conversations was short, a little and with mutual embarrassment. You know, an old foreign man who is talking with a young homeless girl could generate a lot of bad ideas. But we continue to talk, and day by day our conversations are more deeper, more close, also sometime we brushed; now we are less scared. Now our “Goodbye” is changing in “See you soon!”

Walking home now I'm very excited when I'm looking her still to far. After talking with her, I feel very happy. My soul is improving at the same moment as my English.

I don't know what deep level our friendship can reach. Some days I want to help her, but still I can't imagine exactly how. Otherwise every day she is helping me, without knowing about that.

So I believe that Betty really is my first friend in this country. The most unexpected and pretty strange friend, although certain, a very important friend to me.