"The Old Man Who Read Love Stories" by Luis Sepùlveda.

Sepulveda's love for the beautiful Amazon Forest is poured into this book.
Bolivàr has lived with a tribe of Shuar Indios during his younger years, becoming just like them, learning how to live in the Forest, how to to feed off it respectfully and how to love it unconditionally .
We find him in his old age reading beautiful love stories in his hut peacefully.
Bolivà has lost his wife, with whom he shared a difficult, simple but loving life.
Their story is sketched with some elegantly succinct flashbacks.
Conciseness and clarity are a gift Sepùlveda has as a writer.
I absolutely love that.

White men come, and with them, they bring, as always, destruction and abuse.
They manage to anger the "Tigrillo": a beautifully scary feline whose cubs have been needlessly killed by gringoes and whose mate has been wounded.
She is now mad with pain and desperation and she will have her revenge.
Only Bolivàr, will be knowledgeable and courageous enough to meet her head on.
But what does this Tigrillo represent? I've been left wondering.
Perhaps, fear of the unknown: gringoes are scared stiff of it and respond to it with violence and abuse (all the white men who came as hunters to kill and pilage are brutally killed themselves); perhaps it's the fear that inept leaders often have(we meet a mère who is a coward, an aggressively mean person who cannot be respected by anyone and who literally runs away from the tigrillo); or perhaps it's the last challenge the Amazon Forest, and by extent, life itself, throws at Bolivàr.
That same forest that has taught him so much, with those Shuar Indios that always used to tell him that he was like them not them.
Perhaps this last challenge will raise Bolivàr to the status of a real man: someone who has always respected and loved the Forest with Humility and now the Forest itself allows him to win.
Who knows?
This was truly a beautiful book.
I highly reccommend it.


Welcome to Calasetta. Act II.

...and this is the beautiful sea surrounding Calasetta.
Why put myself through hours of agony on a plane (I weep like a child through every single flight) to go to the Maldives or somewhere like that, when I can be here in 1 hour flat?
It's just as peaceful and stunning, with plants of aloea vera everywhere and gorgeous, fragrant white lilies scattered on the beach.
All you need is a Mojito with some fresh mint in your hand and you're done.


Welcome to Calasetta. Act I.

This is the coastal town in Sardinia, where my friends, Mattia and Delaine got married last year.
Calasetta is also known as "La Bianca" ("The White") as most houses are lime washed.
The white everywhere is dazzling, the blue sky is so intense that it almost weighs on you, and in the air you can smell juniper, myrtle and rosemary.
Can't wait to head back there soon.


Time machine: Mattia & Delaine.

I know I am braking a blogger's golden rule here. I am aware blogs are supposed to be about the here-and-now, but I have just spotted these photos I took of the wedding of some of my closest friends in the entire Solar System.
When I went to their wedding I had had my Nikon D90 for 3 weeks, didn't know what the heck I was doing and I didn't even know how to open the Photoshop icon on my brother's desktop.
A year later: I've become an autodidact (as you can probably tell) and I thought I'd play around with these images to practice and have an excuse to look at my cool friends. (As they live in Wonderland London and I don't)

Mattia and Delaine got married back in September 2009 in the beautiful island of Sardinia, in Italy, which is where his family is originally from.
Mattia is a talented musician, the sweetest person and has a wicked sense of humour.
Delaine is this gorgeous Venus, gutsy, feisty, incredibly sensitive and wise, truly a woman to marry and a friend to cherish.
I just adore them.