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Do it to the others, or the others will do it to you.

Created on 2008-05-17 14:28:05 (#15619048), last updated 2009-11-04

187 comments received, 927 comments posted

Basic Info
Name:clara_vanpelt
Birthdate:1990-06-03
Location:Italy
Bio
Let them eat cake!

There's a place

where I can go

when I feel low.

Me. Tough one.
Hi there. My name is Clara and I'm 19 years old, even though I never act my age. I'm bizarre and cynical and adorable and moody and I just hate this. Let's just say you'll get to know me better, if I want you to. Okay? Okay.

Things I love.
My cats. My girlfriends. My ex Science professor (he's such a treat!). Books, books, couldn't live without. COFFEE. Pretty dresses. Jewellery. Movies. Tv shows. Rainy days. Snow. High heels. Gossiping with friends. Staying up all night. Wine. Jokes. Well manicured hands. Philosophy. Talking over the phone. Having alone time. Spending time with the right people. Showering. Singing randomly in public. Quarrelling. House/Cuddy. Knowing.



Things I LOATHE (because I don't just *hate*).
Insects. Needles (I'm totally phobic). Judgement. People who can't mind their own business. Hair in the shower drain. Deadlines. The fact that I can't always get what I want. Spineless guys. Beer. Not having enough money. When my hair acts on his own accord. Ponies and ponytails. Being interrupted while reading. Humourless people. Fried food smell.

Favourites.
TV SHOWS: House, MD. Friends. ER. Scrubs. I used to watch Ugly Betty and Lost, but, well, I got lost.
BOOKS: Il barone rampante. 1984. Jane Eyre. Cent'anni di solitudine. La compagnia dei Celestini. Lolita.
FILMS: Nuovo cinema paradiso. Amadeus. Divorzio all'italiana. Shakespeare in love.
MUSIC: The Beatles. De André. Mozart. Vivaldi. Becucci, Noemi, Bastardi.
SPORTS: Walking, running. Skiing. Ballet.



Quote of the month. (Pavese)
C'è un giardino chiaro, fra mura basse,
di erba secca e di luce, che cuoce adagio
la sua terra. È una luce che sa di mare.
Tu respiri quell'erba. Tocchi i capelli
e ne scuoti il ricordo.

Ho veduto cadere
molti frutti, dolci, su un'erba che so,
con un tonfo. Così trasalisci tu pure
al sussulto del sangue. Tu muovi il capo
come intorno accadesse un prodigio d'aria
e il prodigio sei tu. C'è un sapore uguale
nei tuoi occhi e nel caldo ricordo.

Ascolti.
La parole che ascolti ti toccano appena.
Hai nel viso calmo un pensiero chiaro
che ti finge alle spalle la luce del mare.
Hai nel viso un silenzio che preme il cuore
con un tonfo, e ne stilla una pena antica
come il succo dei frutti caduti allora.










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Thanks!

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