sophia lucchesi

Sophia Lucchesi occasionally thinks too much, and when she does, those thoughts usually end up here.

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2012-05-01

“I know exactly what I want and who I want to be
I know exactly why I walk and talk like a machine
I’m now becoming my own self-fulfilled prophecy.”
2012-04-22

Grew up listening to all of ALW’s musicals…and, like many other things that I’m rediscovering as I get older, am totally impressed by this bridge:

“And, if ever I go too far, it’s because of the things you are. Beautiful town, I love you.

And, if I need a moment’s rest, give your lover the very best real eiderdown…and silence.”

Who knew that duvets were discussed in a musical about the wife of a fascist president?
2012-04-14

View from my stoop; 4.14.2012
2012-04-06

Loving this.
2012-03-20

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December 4th, Oh What a Night (DJ Topcat - Jay-Z vs. The Four Seasons
2012-03-19

Mmmmmmhmmm.
2012-03-04

Red pants, leopard flats. Lazy Sunday.
2012-02-29

Sonnet XCVIII

From you have I been absent in the spring,

When proud-pied April, dressed in all his trim,

Hath put a spirit of youth in everything,

That heavy Saturn laughed and leaped with him.

Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell

Of different flowers in odour and in hue,

Could make me any summer’s story tell,

Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew:

Nor did I wonder at the lily’s white,

Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose;

They were but sweet, but figures of delight

Drawn after you, – you pattern of all those.

Yet seem’d it winter still, and, you away,

As with your shadow I with these did play.
2012-02-20

“They arrived at an inconvenient time.
I was hiding in a room in my mind.
They made me look at myself. I saw it well.
I’d shut the people out of my life.

So now I take the opportunities:
Wonderful teachers ready to teach me.
I must work on my mind. For now I realize:
Everyone of us has a heaven inside.

Them heavy people hit me in a soft spot.
Them heavy people help me.
Them heavy people hit me in a soft spot.
Rolling the ball, rolling the ball, rolling the ball to me.”
2012-02-18

“What do I stand for? What do I stand for?

Most of these nights, I don’t know.”

Sonnet XCVIII