Beauty

Saturday has been a special day, one of those intense ones I live for. I went to Amsterdam, to buy a new double bass, and met with Monica. We spent the day together, had lunch at the Nieuwmarkt and listened to some great tango, played by her boyfriend. Monica and I share two passions, one is music; we both can't get enough of it. Sun was warm, but wind was chill, so we spent the day putting on and taking off our coats.

Monica lives in a beautiful apartment in the Jordaan, probably the most beatiful neibourhood in Amsterdam. You can sit there and listen to some Nick Cave, or Lou Reed, but if I were you I would listen to some Richard Galliano - his version of Guarda che Luna is fantastic, and made me think of the Musica Nuda album from Spinetti-Magoni.

I left Monica waiting for something to happen, and surprised Marco with a phone call. Marco and I went to Live-Earth, where we learnt that everything we were already doing for the environment was OK, and that others should start imitating us. A good reason to go somewhere else, and discuss our existences in a Thai-restaurant. We discussed about God, her almightiness and her alsaviourness. If God knows everything, she knows also what she's going to do, so it should be very boring for her; moreover she cannot change her planned acts without violating her infinite knowledge; but she can do everything, so she is able to change the future she knows will happen. Actually, that might be even the only meaningful thing to do. God major occupation is denying herself.

Marco looked beautiful, extremely young. That was even stronger when Marine was there; it was great to see how much they love each other, smiling and looking for eachother.

On the way back I listened to "Il canto di Natale" by Vinicio Capossela, a must for everyone intending to change his life. But I got distracted; it was not her mini-skirt, discovering a pair of wonderful legs in which I could have registered my residence; neither were her eyes, circled with some liner as black as the best 60's; but she was burning for her man, and he smiled at her, and I didn't exist for them, not even as an annoing accident between Utrecht and Waalwijk. It was beauty.

The shop was closed, so I did not buy any double-bass.