Farewell

I left lastminute.com last Friday and my lovely colleagues were able to break me into tears...
I am a bit of a dramatic person, I suppose... but I loved my job there and leaving it made me realise how important work is for me.
Mainly because the people I work with.
It's so true that if you love your job, you will not work a single day in your life.

Anyway, here a little gift they prepared for my farewell:


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YNBi_lsiHbk&feature=youtu.be

A presto.

Image of boxes

I don't have many words to fill this white space. Or maybe I do but they are hidden somewhere.
I feel like I have been put in a box. With my words. There is not enough space for all of us, so I leave them out.

Outside the box there is lots of space. Also light. Ideas can flow freely, occasionally crash into objects, but it does not matter: they grow stronger. Sometimes boxes are used to protect ideas, but they are made of a soft transparent material and are never locked: everyone has got access to them.

The box I feel I have been put in has got solid walls and most important you can't see what's outside.
It's containing me, it's not protecting me.

There is a little corner called the Labs out there. We have got boxes but only to keep cables of ideas and voices called phones.

There was a little corner out there and I was flowing in. I am now in a box already missing that little corner: there are no cables here though.

Pensieri non detti

Di quel disagio dissolto nel verde

di una campagna belante

e agnelli festosi il cui simbolo

scompare

in una terra ancora straniera.


Di quel disagio la cui voce

ancora

non ha parole

ma sussurri di noia

e significati fraintesi.


Di quel disagio sciocco

di cui la mente e` custode

fra sbarre di pensieri

e morbida lontananza

di visi e parenti,

famiglia e tormenti.


Di quel non voglio parlare.