Spleen

Quando il cielo basso e greve pesa come un coperchio
Sullo spirito che geme in preda a lunghi affanni,
E versa abbracciando l'intero giro dell'orizzonte
Una luce diurna più triste della notte;

Quando la terra è trasformata in umida prigione,
Dove come un pipistrello la Speranza
Batte contro i muri con la sua timida ala
Picchiando la testa sui soffitti marcescenti;

Quando la pioggia distendendo le sue immense strisce
Imita le sbarre di un grande carcere
Ed un popolo muto di infami ragni
Tende le sue reti in fondo ai nostri cervelli,

Improvvisamente delle campane sbattono con furia
E lanciano verso il cielo un urlo orrendo
Simili a spiriti vaganti senza patria
Che si mettono a gemere ostinati

E lunghi trasporti funebri senza tamburi, senza bande
Sfilano lentamente nella mia anima vinta; la Speranza
Piange e l'atroce angoscia dispotica
Pianta sul mio cranio chinato il suo nero vessillo


Charles Baudelaire

Six Fingers

trip in the Hillybilly country

this is what you can find in a barn

This was to make a Hot rod out of it,

but that Summer was pretty funny to drive like this across the fields in Sweden

Geisha

I'm goin' to Japan

you know

today I made this

I can still handle the airbrush sometime

1-Shot paint on leather

Molding!!!

Just to share with you my current project

this is my answer to the question:

what to do with an ugly Duo frame with an ugly

welded-on rigid tail?

Anyway looot of work still left

What else?

good memories,

friends, good food, good wine

what else?

finished today

Nuestra Senora de Guadalupe,

Purple candy, flake, gold leaf, 1-Shot paint on aluminum

130 x 80 cm

I'm happy.

old times

50th Gran National Roadster Show 1999

S. San Francisco

This was the booth of Ed Roth.

I was there with him and JimmyC.

what an incredible thing!

good memories,

Thank you Big Daddy,

I miss you!

Goethe

Song Of The Spirits Over The Water

The spirit of Man
Resembles water:
Coming from heaven,
Rising to heaven,
And hither and thither,
To Earth must then
Ever descend.

It leaps from the heights
Of the sheer cliff,
In a pure stream,
Then rises sweetly
In clouds of spray
Against smooth stone,
And lightly received
Flows like a veil
Streaming softly
To depths beneath.


When the sheer rocks
Hinder its fall,
It foams angrily
Flowing stepwise
Into the void.
Along its flat bed
It wanders the vale,
And on the calm lake
All the bright stars
Gaze at their faces.
Wind is the water’s
Sweet lover:
Wind stirs up foaming
Waves from the deep.

Spirit of Man
How like water you are!
Man’s fate, oh,
How like the wind!



J.W.v. Goethe

Ok, Ok,just another FAKE

Yes , yes ,we all are sinners,
we all know the old story of Adam and Eve and the apple and the original sin, whatever,
but...

What the F..k is this?

Watch out for fake ones

A motorcycle

captures the very essence of our need to roll

Mooneyes Christmas

Just the week-end after Yokohama...

mmmh, quasi quasi...

RACE?

SH Stockholm

This last one is a poster from Colorod magazine from the 70's

Dave Park

Lot of people ride bikes in SO-CAL

everybody comes back to the Old Europe safe and healty.

check out this link, just in case anything happens,

and you need some help.

Dave is the Man

http://www.san-diego-motorcycle-accident-attorney.com/

Calle Panhead

Calle, my brother from Gothemburg, is selling this beauty.
asking 160.000 SEK ( swedish kronor) in euro should be something around 17.300 circa

email him in english callecrazy@hotmail.com, or in Italian to me