Alisa Boanta

Angels protect the innocent.

alisa boanta — Tue, 15 Nov 2011 17:02:40 +0000

“All persons living and dead are purely coincidental, and should not be construed.

No names have been changed in order to protect the innocent.

Angels protect the innocent as a matter of Heavenly routine.” Kurt Vonnegut

The Man In Black

alisa boanta — Mon, 14 Nov 2011 22:57:37 +0000

‘I’d love to wear a rainbow every day,

And tell the world that everything’s OK,

But I’ll try to carry off a little darkness on my back,

‘Till things are brighter, I’m the Man In Black.’

I AM THAT I AM.

alisa boanta — Mon, 14 Nov 2011 22:37:41 +0000

Pronounced Ehyeh asher ehyeh, Exodus 3:14

SONS OF TEMPERANCE FRIENDLY SOCIETY

alisa boanta — Mon, 14 Nov 2011 22:31:18 +0000

AN OPEN WINDOW LOSES ENOUGH ENERGY IN A DAY TO PRODUCE 130 WINE BOTTLES

alisa boanta — Mon, 14 Nov 2011 22:29:50 +0000

PLEASE GREASE IT ONCE A WEEK.

alisa boanta — Mon, 14 Nov 2011 22:28:07 +0000

composition with man and brick wall

alisa boanta — Mon, 14 Nov 2011 22:24:10 +0000

les jours tristes

alisa boanta — Thu, 07 Jul 2011 23:20:14 +0000

emotional landscapes

alisa boanta — Sat, 02 Jul 2011 09:43:00 +0000

“you must remember this, a kiss is still a kiss, a sigh is still a sigh.” k. vonnegut

scratch an itch.

alisa boanta — Sun, 26 Jun 2011 19:40:35 +0000

“I was running fast and far from everything. One afternoon I was off to a secluded beach. I’d been there many times before in summer past, in company. The stones, the dust clouds and the sea cliff.I knew them all by heart.

Speed can be numbing. I was going fast.Invincibly fast.Way too fast…Danger is addictive, a relief.

Scratch an itch.

An enormous sound and the car began veering out of control. The front tyre had struck something sharp.

Fear took control.

I found myself wedged on a miraculous slice of earth somewhere between the mountain and the sea. Arms aching, temples pounding, body sweating excessive adrenaline.

Dead beat.

I could only wait for someone to lend me a hand.

It was nearly comic.

The sun was high in the sky. A Volkswagen bus slowly winding its way along the dusty road in the distance. Thank God, somebody who can help me, I thought. A weathered man with elbow perched on the window pulled up next to me.

‘Can you give me a hand?’ I whispered.

As he opened the door I saw he only had one hand.

Fuck. A one handed Greek.

He stared at me just as kindly. ‘Got a spare?’ This guy was actually going to help me.I fumbled in the truck for the tyre and the axle. He taught me how to raise the car,unscrew the bolts, and change the tyre. With each passage he defied his handicap. I’d been desperate to get to the most remote place, fast and far from everything. Instead I’d been taken to the most unexpected place of all.

Humanity.

With one hand , Vassily, the fisherman, had changed everything. He changed me. He mounted the bus, placed his elbow on the open window and called out to me. “Now slow down and enjoy the sea.’ So I did. “

Thank u Mr. de Mitri

”No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted.” Aesop