On November 13 Elisa's new album, "Heart", will be released on the Italian market and "heart" indeed is the right word to use to describe this amazing woman, to honor her voice, her songs in both lyrics and rhapsodies, her live exhibition.
When I listen to her I realize what really means to have poetry in your voice, in your person and how you can get it in your life as fan; when I listen to her I realize what really means to have such lots of feelings and a great soul inside and be able to give all of them, with all of what you are, to your audience. I shiver when it comes to Elisa: she sings my life, she especially write my life as I will never be able to do. She just tells the truth, she tells life as none; she gives life to us as none.
I've been to different concerts in my life, but I've never seen (well, "listen" would be better) anyone like her. As I'm writing about, she's singing in my ears. She's so gentle, as a whisper into the wind stronger than everything else, she's "so delicate, so pure"; she's just disarming, she's got angels' harmonious voice. And she's all of this not only as singer but, above all, as person, as human being; yes, because she's a rare person right as she's a rare singer. Because we all know that you cannot be so beautiful on your art if you're not like that in your life too. And she's a songwriter, a musician, not only a great interpreter.
I have her words on my forearm, impressed with the ink of my first tattoo, words of life on which I'm always hold on to, as I was in that period, when I got it, when to me it was all really hard and when, from that exactly moment, I've ratified my rebirth; I was taking a vow with myself as I decide that "Heaven out of hell" would become my own and only belief.
And, giving room to polemic, I really can't stand, for all those reasons, Italian people who're just able to listen to Laura Pausini snubbing Elisa "because she only sings in English". First of all, that's not true, but even if it was, what will be the drama? Or, better: what's wrong with you? I mean, only a deaf could not recognize her greatness. She's unique and I'm so proud to be so influenced by her, to know her since I was a kid, to say to everyone I know to listen to her because there's nothing else in the entire world as awesome and all-worthy as her music.
When I listen to her I feel as I would have no limits nor fears, no thought nor troubles anymore, at all, as life would just be a sweet emotion which flows into your veins while you feel totally alive, as everything would just be in complete freedom and beauty as exactly as her touching voice. I never listened to something even just similar to her, I think that her power is this indeed, being such magnificent, astonishing, a true God's gift to all of us who are so lucky to know her and her music.
Maybe she's not a great star of popularity such as Madonna all over the world or Laura Pausini itself in Italy, but, to me, shivering as I'm listen to her "Life goes on", she's definitely the reason why music exists, the explanation to the right idea that music can actually save your life, that music can make you always walk on, because in a song you can find the strength to move on when your all world is falling apart in front of your eyes. Yes, she's a gift and, frankly, we don't give a damn if media doesn't cheer her as they does with easy pop-gossip stars. An Artist doesn't need, doesn't want this treatment. And we don't either. And I'm sick and tired even of people who say that with her new singles she's getting too much "commercial" and she's not Elisa anymore. These are just bullshits. And they know it. They're just playing at "fans"' favourite game: claim that the new will never be as the old. I don't care. I love Elisa and all the reasons I wrote before are quite enough to me to think she's someone who had really changed my life and someone who I could never live without. She's just the deepest and pure idea of no need anything else but those few things which are quite enough to you to stay alive and carry on.
"Heaven out of hell", live in Milan on 2007.
And, for the record, I was there and she's the only one who has ever been capable to move me deeply during a live concert.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pd-A-ZSfPJ0
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
A Man and a Woman
Sense and sensibility.
As women, is it true that we are always led by sensibility? Personally, I do not: my mind leads me more than my heart does. But, even more than that, I'm wondering if, as women, we are really as perspicacious as everybody maintains, if we are really able to understand in its right way a feeling, a look, a different way that today someone has had to talk to us. Are we those special creatures, speaking about that, indeed? This writing doesn't want to be a manifest to the presumed superiority of female sex at all; I just want to make clarity on propose because since I was born I've always been said how lucky I am to be a woman because of our famous, precious and unique sixth sense. But I'm not so bad sure about that. Or, maybe, just every woman's got it but me.
It is just a legend the unbelievable woman radar or it truly exists? There's a song, in Italy, which says that women always know it and always know it inevitably before others. Once I wouldn't have had any doubts answering how all of this is just a great bullshit. But now, now is different; now I'm not that sure anymore about my old firm beliefs.
Maybe because I finally made it up with myself and the fact that I'm a woman, not a man; maybe because I finally gotten that there's no shame in that, because men's world is not always as brighting as it seems. Maybe because I used to be the "lady who's sure all that glitters is gold" and now I'm not her anymore; maybe because I understood that there's no sense in fighting your gender to be closer to the other, because as women we have lots of companions to be ashamed of, who daily destroy our name, as exactly as men's got their troubles too in that sense.
It's not about being a woman or being a man, it's just about who we are, as people, as individuals, not as woman or man. Yesterday I could not stood women who thought to be better than men, now I could not stand men who feels better than you just because you're not "one of them" either.
There are special women as there are special men, there are ugly woman as there are ugly men, because it's just a matter of person, of human being, because it's not about guys or dolls.
Maybe it's all about what I said before: sense and sensibility. We are not leading more by mind or more by heart on the base of our sex; it's just about our attitude and features.
What I know is that in this few lines I've repeated the word "maybe" too many times. So what do you think, are women more sensitive than men by default or it is just another urban legend?
As women, is it true that we are always led by sensibility? Personally, I do not: my mind leads me more than my heart does. But, even more than that, I'm wondering if, as women, we are really as perspicacious as everybody maintains, if we are really able to understand in its right way a feeling, a look, a different way that today someone has had to talk to us. Are we those special creatures, speaking about that, indeed? This writing doesn't want to be a manifest to the presumed superiority of female sex at all; I just want to make clarity on propose because since I was born I've always been said how lucky I am to be a woman because of our famous, precious and unique sixth sense. But I'm not so bad sure about that. Or, maybe, just every woman's got it but me.
It is just a legend the unbelievable woman radar or it truly exists? There's a song, in Italy, which says that women always know it and always know it inevitably before others. Once I wouldn't have had any doubts answering how all of this is just a great bullshit. But now, now is different; now I'm not that sure anymore about my old firm beliefs.
Maybe because I finally made it up with myself and the fact that I'm a woman, not a man; maybe because I finally gotten that there's no shame in that, because men's world is not always as brighting as it seems. Maybe because I used to be the "lady who's sure all that glitters is gold" and now I'm not her anymore; maybe because I understood that there's no sense in fighting your gender to be closer to the other, because as women we have lots of companions to be ashamed of, who daily destroy our name, as exactly as men's got their troubles too in that sense.
It's not about being a woman or being a man, it's just about who we are, as people, as individuals, not as woman or man. Yesterday I could not stood women who thought to be better than men, now I could not stand men who feels better than you just because you're not "one of them" either.
There are special women as there are special men, there are ugly woman as there are ugly men, because it's just a matter of person, of human being, because it's not about guys or dolls.
Maybe it's all about what I said before: sense and sensibility. We are not leading more by mind or more by heart on the base of our sex; it's just about our attitude and features.
What I know is that in this few lines I've repeated the word "maybe" too many times. So what do you think, are women more sensitive than men by default or it is just another urban legend?
Monday, October 26, 2009
Heal the World
Road traffic accident fatalities this year: 1,039,139
Deaths caused by alcohol this year: 1,472,328
Deaths caused by malaria this year: 825,123
Deaths caused by HIV/AIDS this year: 1,668,297
HIV/AIDS infected people: 32, 578, 516
Deaths of children under 5 this year: 9,024,797
People with no access to safe drinking water: 1,436,515,970
People who died of hunger today: 12,544
Undernourished people in the world right now: 1,018,890,600
Desertification this year (hectares): 12,119,068
Forest loss this year (hectares): 9,207,918
Deaths of mothers during birth this year: 515,707
...and most of those data have changed more than twice as I was watching at them.
Thanks to http://www.worldometers.info/
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jpz5eD9L4dA
Deaths caused by alcohol this year: 1,472,328
Deaths caused by malaria this year: 825,123
Deaths caused by HIV/AIDS this year: 1,668,297
HIV/AIDS infected people: 32, 578, 516
Deaths of children under 5 this year: 9,024,797
People with no access to safe drinking water: 1,436,515,970
People who died of hunger today: 12,544
Undernourished people in the world right now: 1,018,890,600
Desertification this year (hectares): 12,119,068
Forest loss this year (hectares): 9,207,918
Deaths of mothers during birth this year: 515,707
...and most of those data have changed more than twice as I was watching at them.
Thanks to http://www.worldometers.info/
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jpz5eD9L4dA
Friday, October 23, 2009
Freedom
"Article 19.
Everyone has the right to freedom of opinion and expression; this right includes freedom to hold opinions without interference and to seek, receive and impart information and ideas through any media and regardless of frontiers."
("The Universal Declaration of Human Rights")
In Italy, there is this issue about freedom of press; according to lots of people, it seems to have been pretty away from the Country in the last years.
I think this is an extremely urgent and relevant theme and I dislike who use it as a chance, a pretense to going against his political enemies. I think is not right to claim and fight for a war in which you're just doing your interests and nothing else. I think freedom of speech to be a real problem for too many Countries: we're in 2009 and still it is not true that all humans are equals and have the same rights.
Speaking about that, I know there are surely more important themes to be worried and to care about, but I really believe freedom to be the heart of everything, in every case, everytime, in press such as in religion, in thoughts such as in written words. I feel emotionally this topic even more because of what I love the most, to write, but, apart from that, I'm not even able to imagine to live in a Country where I couldn't express my ideas and fight for these, in a Country where I couldn't write about what I want, in freedom, without censorship, without being controlled from Government, State and their forces. And we all know quite well how there are lots of people forced right in that situation and when I say that I despite who makes his own interests to the detriment of others I mean exactly this. In other Countries, people are alienated just because they don't want to give in to their right to think and tell, people are even tortured and killed because of this tendency and, sadly, nowadays not to give up and stand up for our freedom (what really makes of us human beings) has become something in which we must have a lot of courage and strength: it is not a natural thing, as it should be, anymore.
But in Italy too there are really sad cases on propose: writer Roberto Saviano cannot think, talk nor write in full honesty about the situation of his own Hometown without being threatened of death by criminal enterprises as Mafia. This is what I want to call a "problem"; not to complain about a politician who expresses his disappointment about what you wrote or about your television show. A "problem" is another thing: ask Cuba, China and so on.
And be thankful that your major (and only one) "problem" is a politician who boycotts your works instead of being just a dead man walking.
Everyone has the right to freedom of opinion and expression; this right includes freedom to hold opinions without interference and to seek, receive and impart information and ideas through any media and regardless of frontiers."
("The Universal Declaration of Human Rights")
In Italy, there is this issue about freedom of press; according to lots of people, it seems to have been pretty away from the Country in the last years.
I think this is an extremely urgent and relevant theme and I dislike who use it as a chance, a pretense to going against his political enemies. I think is not right to claim and fight for a war in which you're just doing your interests and nothing else. I think freedom of speech to be a real problem for too many Countries: we're in 2009 and still it is not true that all humans are equals and have the same rights.
Speaking about that, I know there are surely more important themes to be worried and to care about, but I really believe freedom to be the heart of everything, in every case, everytime, in press such as in religion, in thoughts such as in written words. I feel emotionally this topic even more because of what I love the most, to write, but, apart from that, I'm not even able to imagine to live in a Country where I couldn't express my ideas and fight for these, in a Country where I couldn't write about what I want, in freedom, without censorship, without being controlled from Government, State and their forces. And we all know quite well how there are lots of people forced right in that situation and when I say that I despite who makes his own interests to the detriment of others I mean exactly this. In other Countries, people are alienated just because they don't want to give in to their right to think and tell, people are even tortured and killed because of this tendency and, sadly, nowadays not to give up and stand up for our freedom (what really makes of us human beings) has become something in which we must have a lot of courage and strength: it is not a natural thing, as it should be, anymore.
But in Italy too there are really sad cases on propose: writer Roberto Saviano cannot think, talk nor write in full honesty about the situation of his own Hometown without being threatened of death by criminal enterprises as Mafia. This is what I want to call a "problem"; not to complain about a politician who expresses his disappointment about what you wrote or about your television show. A "problem" is another thing: ask Cuba, China and so on.
And be thankful that your major (and only one) "problem" is a politician who boycotts your works instead of being just a dead man walking.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Dancing
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J26naMJlSCY
Time is gonna take my mind
and carry it far away where I can fly
The depth of life will dim my temptation to live for you
If I were to be alone silence would rock my tears
'cause it's all about love and I know better
How life is a waving feather
So I put my arms around you around you
And I know that I'll be leaving soon
My eyes are on you they're on you
And you see that I can't stop shaking
No, I won't step back but I'll look down to hide from your eyes
'cause what I feel is so sweet and I'm scared that even my own breath
Oh could burst it if it were a bubble
And I'd better dream if I have to struggle
So I put my arms around you around you
And I hope that I will do no wrong
My eyes are on you they're on you
And I hope that you won't hurt me
I'm dancing in the room as if I was in the woods with you
No need for anything but music
Music's the reason why I know time still exists
Time still exists
Time still exists
Time still exists
So I put my arms around you around you
And I hope that I will do no wrong
My eyes are on you they're on you
And I hope that you won't hurt me
So I put my arms around you around you
And I hope that I will do no wrong
My eyes are on you they're on you
And I hope that you won't hurt me.
("Dancing", 2002. Elisa.)
Time is gonna take my mind
and carry it far away where I can fly
The depth of life will dim my temptation to live for you
If I were to be alone silence would rock my tears
'cause it's all about love and I know better
How life is a waving feather
So I put my arms around you around you
And I know that I'll be leaving soon
My eyes are on you they're on you
And you see that I can't stop shaking
No, I won't step back but I'll look down to hide from your eyes
'cause what I feel is so sweet and I'm scared that even my own breath
Oh could burst it if it were a bubble
And I'd better dream if I have to struggle
So I put my arms around you around you
And I hope that I will do no wrong
My eyes are on you they're on you
And I hope that you won't hurt me
I'm dancing in the room as if I was in the woods with you
No need for anything but music
Music's the reason why I know time still exists
Time still exists
Time still exists
Time still exists
So I put my arms around you around you
And I hope that I will do no wrong
My eyes are on you they're on you
And I hope that you won't hurt me
So I put my arms around you around you
And I hope that I will do no wrong
My eyes are on you they're on you
And I hope that you won't hurt me.
("Dancing", 2002. Elisa.)
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Je t'aime...Moi non plus
(...also known as "Just an Illusion"...)
"I have a theory about how this all started. Uh, excuse me, but what the Hell?! Where did that rumor start? Because moms have been spreading it for years. Do you understand what this means? We are all encouraged to believe that if a guy acts like a total jerk that means he likes you. Sure, that's a lesson that might serve us as five year olds, but many of us keep believing this advice, well, into adulthood. Then, as we get older, we carry on this tradition of misreading the signals men send by encouraging our friends to do the same. Why do we say this stuff to each other? Why do we tell each other these lies? Is it possible that it's because we're too scared, and it's too hard, to say the one obvious truth that's staring everyone in the face?"
First: "But what if I'm the exception? - You're not. You're the rule. And the rule is: if a guy doesn't call you, he doesn't want to call you."
Second: "Trust me: if a guy is treating you like he doesn't give a shit...he doesn't. No exceptions."
Third: "Maybe his grandma died or maybe he lost my number or is out of town or got hit by a cab... - Or maybe he is not interested in seeing you again."
Fourth: "If a guy wants to date you he will make it happen."
Fifth: "If a guy gives you his phone number, instead of taking yours, he's not interested. And, if a guy wants to see you, he will see you."
(From "He's Just Not That Into You", 2009)
Yeah, we all deceive and convince ourselves that for us will be different, that we're gonna definitely be the exception.
But, in a World where we are all rules, why should we believe to be that exception? Is it for true that people who are rules at the beginning become exceptions at the end and other way round?
Yes, absolutely. In a movie, in a book, in a song, in a tale.
But what when we are talking about reality of true life?
Because in life, sometimes a rule is just a rule, it doesn't become anything else and your story ending is not that happy as exactly as he was just not that into you.
"I have a theory about how this all started. Uh, excuse me, but what the Hell?! Where did that rumor start? Because moms have been spreading it for years. Do you understand what this means? We are all encouraged to believe that if a guy acts like a total jerk that means he likes you. Sure, that's a lesson that might serve us as five year olds, but many of us keep believing this advice, well, into adulthood. Then, as we get older, we carry on this tradition of misreading the signals men send by encouraging our friends to do the same. Why do we say this stuff to each other? Why do we tell each other these lies? Is it possible that it's because we're too scared, and it's too hard, to say the one obvious truth that's staring everyone in the face?"
First: "But what if I'm the exception? - You're not. You're the rule. And the rule is: if a guy doesn't call you, he doesn't want to call you."
Second: "Trust me: if a guy is treating you like he doesn't give a shit...he doesn't. No exceptions."
Third: "Maybe his grandma died or maybe he lost my number or is out of town or got hit by a cab... - Or maybe he is not interested in seeing you again."
Fourth: "If a guy wants to date you he will make it happen."
Fifth: "If a guy gives you his phone number, instead of taking yours, he's not interested. And, if a guy wants to see you, he will see you."
(From "He's Just Not That Into You", 2009)
Yeah, we all deceive and convince ourselves that for us will be different, that we're gonna definitely be the exception.
But, in a World where we are all rules, why should we believe to be that exception? Is it for true that people who are rules at the beginning become exceptions at the end and other way round?
Yes, absolutely. In a movie, in a book, in a song, in a tale.
But what when we are talking about reality of true life?
Because in life, sometimes a rule is just a rule, it doesn't become anything else and your story ending is not that happy as exactly as he was just not that into you.
Monday, October 19, 2009
A Dream Is a Wish Your Heart Makes
I'm a real nostalgic of The Lion King great times, when Disney movies were still simple, almost stark in their graphics and drawings, and, exactly for that, unforgettable and charming for grown up people as well as for children. I think Disney still knows how to make such a spell with its productions, but I also think that times are really changed a lot. Even children's best friend went undergo a change, following the natural course of inevitable time development, changing in stories as well as in technologies.
On Friday night, with all my almost 20s, I saw "UP", Disney Pixar tenth full-length movie; I liked it, but I found out just one feature of old Disney movies (and I could say "my" Disney movies), which is exactly the reason why I was remain at Peter Pan and not Ice Age. This feature is the fact that they are (and, probably, always will be) even better if you're not a child anymore. With its so topical and hard matters, UP is surely enjoyable for kids, but if you see it with your grown old eyes you can no doubt appreciate it more. In this viewing we have abortion, death, cruelty, hard relationships with parents, loneliness, difficulties of both childhood and oldness...nothing is left behind. But what can a child actually understand or elaborate in the right way of something like that?
I was just 4 when I saw The Lion King for the first time; now it's my favourite movie ever, but at that time I was just able to be so sad because of Mufasa's death, in front of Scar's cruelty and Simba's loneliness and guilt; I think just Timon and Pumbaa's presence comforted my sense of disorientation and save my childhood! When you're just 4, how can you metabolize a story in which a baby loses his father because of the envious uncle who blame his own nephew for that too? C'mon! Alright to be precocious, but there's a limit to everything. For years, the wildebeest stampede scene has scared the hell out of me and Mufasa's death moment has made me cry a flood of tears.
Fact is, Friday night I had a great time, but I was sad too, because the story of this cute old man, who could absolutely be our all grampa, is very moving...and maybe that's exactly the problem: since Disney exist, we keep on seeing in its characters people we love and care the most; we just empathize with them. But "we" means we who are not children anymore, except for the kid we still carry inside our heart.
So, and I speak from my almost 20s, just long live to Disney and its magic.
...that's what I'm talking about: a great lesson from the great Lion King...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ykbx-yzFgBo
On Friday night, with all my almost 20s, I saw "UP", Disney Pixar tenth full-length movie; I liked it, but I found out just one feature of old Disney movies (and I could say "my" Disney movies), which is exactly the reason why I was remain at Peter Pan and not Ice Age. This feature is the fact that they are (and, probably, always will be) even better if you're not a child anymore. With its so topical and hard matters, UP is surely enjoyable for kids, but if you see it with your grown old eyes you can no doubt appreciate it more. In this viewing we have abortion, death, cruelty, hard relationships with parents, loneliness, difficulties of both childhood and oldness...nothing is left behind. But what can a child actually understand or elaborate in the right way of something like that?
I was just 4 when I saw The Lion King for the first time; now it's my favourite movie ever, but at that time I was just able to be so sad because of Mufasa's death, in front of Scar's cruelty and Simba's loneliness and guilt; I think just Timon and Pumbaa's presence comforted my sense of disorientation and save my childhood! When you're just 4, how can you metabolize a story in which a baby loses his father because of the envious uncle who blame his own nephew for that too? C'mon! Alright to be precocious, but there's a limit to everything. For years, the wildebeest stampede scene has scared the hell out of me and Mufasa's death moment has made me cry a flood of tears.
Fact is, Friday night I had a great time, but I was sad too, because the story of this cute old man, who could absolutely be our all grampa, is very moving...and maybe that's exactly the problem: since Disney exist, we keep on seeing in its characters people we love and care the most; we just empathize with them. But "we" means we who are not children anymore, except for the kid we still carry inside our heart.
So, and I speak from my almost 20s, just long live to Disney and its magic.
...that's what I'm talking about: a great lesson from the great Lion King...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ykbx-yzFgBo
Friday, October 16, 2009
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Starman
Yesterday I was wondering something: why are we so into Horoscope? I mean, I think there are really a lot of people searching for advisers, safeties or just easy answers in Stars and their Signs...even if still a lot of people doesn't admit it and claim they are immune to this kind of thing.
I'm a really pragmatic and realistic person, even too much, I'm used to often go beyond the border of pessimism, but even if I don't believe so much in Daily Horoscope you find on tabloids, I do believe instead in the fact that our Sign define lots of our features, influencing our attitude, influencing who we are and that, sometimes, it can give us and others reasons why of the most hidden, unknown and scary side we carry inside our heart, soul, mind. So, "Yep. I'm a believer" and I'm not afraid to tell it; I don't believe in God and in other many common things in which people are taught and used to trust since birth, but I do believe in Horoscope, I do believe in Destiny and Karma. I believe an Energy to rule our lives, to rule the entire World, I strongly believe that there's a reason why for everything, 'cause nothing is ever left to chance. I deeply believe that often is quite useless to fight against our Destiny because there are struggles we are not able nor supposed to win, struggles for which our Will is never enough; I truly believe that what goes around always comes around: if it's not today, it will be tomorrow.
But, coming back to my first question, I can say that years ago I start to trust our astrological profile, because I found out a lot of myself in both my sign and ascendant descriptions (Pisces and Scorpio, by the way). We can't explain it, but there's definitely something magic about, something you can feel, perceive; it seems to be on therapy and get our personal analysis from someone who knows us surprisingly just so bad.
As I said before, I will never do or not something just because an Horoscope of the day says me that it will be a success or a fail, but I surely like lost myself in this arcane science and let someone else read out what I am inside; it's charming, don't cha think? And, after all, maybe that's the true explanation about our being so curious and interested in Stars. I often would like to send my Astrological description as answer to the question of who I am, as answer to people how doesn't understand you at all...I think it would solve lots of issues for real.
Then, what about you? Why do you believe in Stars? And don't say you don't: you do believe in religion, you do believe in love, peace, change, you do even believe in superstition...in utopia...So why shouldn't you believe in Horoscope too?
I'm a really pragmatic and realistic person, even too much, I'm used to often go beyond the border of pessimism, but even if I don't believe so much in Daily Horoscope you find on tabloids, I do believe instead in the fact that our Sign define lots of our features, influencing our attitude, influencing who we are and that, sometimes, it can give us and others reasons why of the most hidden, unknown and scary side we carry inside our heart, soul, mind. So, "Yep. I'm a believer" and I'm not afraid to tell it; I don't believe in God and in other many common things in which people are taught and used to trust since birth, but I do believe in Horoscope, I do believe in Destiny and Karma. I believe an Energy to rule our lives, to rule the entire World, I strongly believe that there's a reason why for everything, 'cause nothing is ever left to chance. I deeply believe that often is quite useless to fight against our Destiny because there are struggles we are not able nor supposed to win, struggles for which our Will is never enough; I truly believe that what goes around always comes around: if it's not today, it will be tomorrow.
But, coming back to my first question, I can say that years ago I start to trust our astrological profile, because I found out a lot of myself in both my sign and ascendant descriptions (Pisces and Scorpio, by the way). We can't explain it, but there's definitely something magic about, something you can feel, perceive; it seems to be on therapy and get our personal analysis from someone who knows us surprisingly just so bad.
As I said before, I will never do or not something just because an Horoscope of the day says me that it will be a success or a fail, but I surely like lost myself in this arcane science and let someone else read out what I am inside; it's charming, don't cha think? And, after all, maybe that's the true explanation about our being so curious and interested in Stars. I often would like to send my Astrological description as answer to the question of who I am, as answer to people how doesn't understand you at all...I think it would solve lots of issues for real.
Then, what about you? Why do you believe in Stars? And don't say you don't: you do believe in religion, you do believe in love, peace, change, you do even believe in superstition...in utopia...So why shouldn't you believe in Horoscope too?
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
(They) Are Golden
http://www.google.com/hostednews/afp/article/ALeqM5gnFY4X2EXrisC5pazPN_zjbgXLFA
If I think about the fact that I take the elevator for just two floors, about the fact that I pant as soon as I run for a block...well, it really makes me shudder.
Talking about young people, I'm sure I'm not the only one to have these issues, not the only one in boasting a physical condition which just sucks.
Instead, they're amazing; they truly are. But, you know, older falks are always better than us. In everything and everytime.
So, lot of honor to them: our grampas, our parents, our uncles. If we are the future it's just because of them: they are our past and in being it they still linger, and will too, in both our present and future.
Truth is that without them we'll be absolutely nothing at all.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FvJPxGqYzqw
If I think about the fact that I take the elevator for just two floors, about the fact that I pant as soon as I run for a block...well, it really makes me shudder.
Talking about young people, I'm sure I'm not the only one to have these issues, not the only one in boasting a physical condition which just sucks.
Instead, they're amazing; they truly are. But, you know, older falks are always better than us. In everything and everytime.
So, lot of honor to them: our grampas, our parents, our uncles. If we are the future it's just because of them: they are our past and in being it they still linger, and will too, in both our present and future.
Truth is that without them we'll be absolutely nothing at all.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FvJPxGqYzqw
Monday, October 12, 2009
Man in the Mirror
"They start with votes as soon as you're born: if you come out with all the right pieces, if you cry strong enough and you're above 4 Kg you can even take a 10; otherwise, they go down. If you're precocious, if you're one of those who start walk and say "mum" before 10 months ago...they can even give you a 9-9 1/2; otherwise, they go down again. Useless to say that as you grow up and start to go to nursery...well, here gets tough and votes just start to increase. At school, obviously, you must face the escalation, the compilation, the festival of votes! But maybe, the worst is yet to come, because then there are girls you date who give you votes for the car you have, the house you live in, the work you do.
We are here to take and give votes; there's nothing wrong about it...if there's nothing wrong about stop doing what you want for only doing what makes you get good votes.
From zero to ten I've got a present from 6...-...-. (...) My remote past is from 8 1/2; the more recent from 6. (...) I've got an I.D. which sometimes I consult: lucky you if you always know who the hell you are.
(...) I've got a future from 9. Or 4. It depends on how I wake up."
"DaZeroADieci (From zero to ten)"
That's right, that's true. We are here to be judged, because even if we don't do it to others, there will always be someone who does it with us. We get votes, we must always say "I'm sorry" or "I apologize" for what we are, for what we do, for what we think, say, feel; we must tell ourselves to others, we owe everyone explanations and reasons why, we can't be ourselves without pay at least a consequence of our behavior. Maybe we're just born to say "I'm sorry", to feel guilty, asking for forgiveness all life long; or, maybe, U2 were right about it and about blame, disappointment, the game of playing Jesus and heal others because we're too afraid, because we're just cowards when it comes to think about us and judge our souls. It's so easy to destroy others in front of us because we see our weaknesses in them, while it scares the hell out of us to admit that we are at fault and none else. It's a lesson to learn: we must look at ourselves in the mirror, not to other people. Even if it's hard: we are big girls, we are big boys, we must know how to survive even with the worst enemies of ourselves. Us.
http://www.youtube.co/watch?v=DMKnRFq6DGg
We are here to take and give votes; there's nothing wrong about it...if there's nothing wrong about stop doing what you want for only doing what makes you get good votes.
From zero to ten I've got a present from 6...-...-. (...) My remote past is from 8 1/2; the more recent from 6. (...) I've got an I.D. which sometimes I consult: lucky you if you always know who the hell you are.
(...) I've got a future from 9. Or 4. It depends on how I wake up."
"DaZeroADieci (From zero to ten)"
That's right, that's true. We are here to be judged, because even if we don't do it to others, there will always be someone who does it with us. We get votes, we must always say "I'm sorry" or "I apologize" for what we are, for what we do, for what we think, say, feel; we must tell ourselves to others, we owe everyone explanations and reasons why, we can't be ourselves without pay at least a consequence of our behavior. Maybe we're just born to say "I'm sorry", to feel guilty, asking for forgiveness all life long; or, maybe, U2 were right about it and about blame, disappointment, the game of playing Jesus and heal others because we're too afraid, because we're just cowards when it comes to think about us and judge our souls. It's so easy to destroy others in front of us because we see our weaknesses in them, while it scares the hell out of us to admit that we are at fault and none else. It's a lesson to learn: we must look at ourselves in the mirror, not to other people. Even if it's hard: we are big girls, we are big boys, we must know how to survive even with the worst enemies of ourselves. Us.
http://www.youtube.co/watch?v=DMKnRFq6DGg
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Rebel, Rebel
Please meet Holden Caulfield, TEH rebel. The guy here is the protagonist, the essence of American writer J.D. Salinger’s masterpiece: “The Catcher in the Rye” (1951).
“Holden TEH rebel” I said before, well, he is: he is an adolescent but he’s not James Dean, he’s not a “rebel without a cause” nor a pretender who fakes his own rebellion for fashion. Some critics said, wrote that Holden Caulfield and his own life are just failures, others affirm that the days reported in the book are just a phase to him, others again that Holden is the only true adult of the story in seeing and understanding things that a lot of grown up people just don’t.
Well, I disagree: I think Holden is not a failure, I think Holden is not just a confused adolescent living a momentary period of his life at all and that yes, he’s an adult, but, according to me, this isn’t the major theme of the novel. I think Holden is so much more than this: he’s a fighter, he’s a person who mocks the ones he calls “phonies” with their own daily bread, the hypocrisy; he doesn’t have respect for fake people and that’s why he lies to them, not for adolescent reasons, not just to have fun. He always fights what he just despises, avoiding being like people he refuses: that’s what makes of Holden a rebel, but, above all, what really makes of him a great person, a rebel with a cause, is the relationship with his little sister Phoebe.
Phoebe is true, she’s just a child but she’s so damn smart, so brilliant, so wise, she’s just what Holden is not, what probably he will never be; Phoebe is Holden’s projection, she’s his rational part, she’s his shelter and he’s so in love with her, so respectful toward her that he would never lie to her, because she doesn’t deserve it and because she herself would never lie to him, to her brother, to the blood of her blood. This relationship is what makes of Holden a better person, it’s what gives meaning to this young boy’s life and what gives him strength and courage, hope and faith; this relationship is what makes him aware of his own mistakes and limits, but more than everything it is what always reminds him that it’s worthy being a rebel who fights, who never surrenders, who never gives up if this means making of the world a better place in which to live, to dream, to hope and fight and, above all, making all of this for those people who love, protect and care about you the most.
I sincerely believe that who doesn’t recognize the greatness of a person, of a life like that of J.D. Salinger’s literary creature is exactly who we really must fight against: our enemy is the phony society with its false principles and values which alienate the ones who are considered to be different and dangerous or just childish rebels because of their fighter souls, because of their freedom, because of the truth in both their feelings and actions, because they never accept something just because it is what the mass accepts, because they still have the courage of their own ideas.
“Holden TEH rebel” I said before, well, he is: he is an adolescent but he’s not James Dean, he’s not a “rebel without a cause” nor a pretender who fakes his own rebellion for fashion. Some critics said, wrote that Holden Caulfield and his own life are just failures, others affirm that the days reported in the book are just a phase to him, others again that Holden is the only true adult of the story in seeing and understanding things that a lot of grown up people just don’t.
Well, I disagree: I think Holden is not a failure, I think Holden is not just a confused adolescent living a momentary period of his life at all and that yes, he’s an adult, but, according to me, this isn’t the major theme of the novel. I think Holden is so much more than this: he’s a fighter, he’s a person who mocks the ones he calls “phonies” with their own daily bread, the hypocrisy; he doesn’t have respect for fake people and that’s why he lies to them, not for adolescent reasons, not just to have fun. He always fights what he just despises, avoiding being like people he refuses: that’s what makes of Holden a rebel, but, above all, what really makes of him a great person, a rebel with a cause, is the relationship with his little sister Phoebe.
Phoebe is true, she’s just a child but she’s so damn smart, so brilliant, so wise, she’s just what Holden is not, what probably he will never be; Phoebe is Holden’s projection, she’s his rational part, she’s his shelter and he’s so in love with her, so respectful toward her that he would never lie to her, because she doesn’t deserve it and because she herself would never lie to him, to her brother, to the blood of her blood. This relationship is what makes of Holden a better person, it’s what gives meaning to this young boy’s life and what gives him strength and courage, hope and faith; this relationship is what makes him aware of his own mistakes and limits, but more than everything it is what always reminds him that it’s worthy being a rebel who fights, who never surrenders, who never gives up if this means making of the world a better place in which to live, to dream, to hope and fight and, above all, making all of this for those people who love, protect and care about you the most.
I sincerely believe that who doesn’t recognize the greatness of a person, of a life like that of J.D. Salinger’s literary creature is exactly who we really must fight against: our enemy is the phony society with its false principles and values which alienate the ones who are considered to be different and dangerous or just childish rebels because of their fighter souls, because of their freedom, because of the truth in both their feelings and actions, because they never accept something just because it is what the mass accepts, because they still have the courage of their own ideas.
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Everybody Knows
This time has been up to David Letterman. Private life becomes public and everyone point finger at you, they judge you, the Saints, the good men who never make mistakes, men without weaknesses; they talk about you all the time.
I think it's not right. I think it's right for people to know you even in your private when things you have done are crimes or something really ugly that can make them change their minds about you, when you are a politician or when it's you that call paparazzi and journalists every day to be the only one centre of public attention.
There aren't other cases; private life of someone like Letterman must stay private. Above all, because sometimes you just can't avoid the news to become public, I think the worst thing is the speculation that comes after. There's nothing worst that spend all your day talking about someone else's life, public or not. I really hate judgements, I think we're always nones to say how others must live or act, I hate who doesn't think about his own business. I really care about my privacy, sometimes I get even obsessed and paranoid about it; I think I could never be famous, the price to pay would be just to high. And to me, it doesn't worth.
(I apologize for today very short post but I've got Block. Again. Again.)
I think it's not right. I think it's right for people to know you even in your private when things you have done are crimes or something really ugly that can make them change their minds about you, when you are a politician or when it's you that call paparazzi and journalists every day to be the only one centre of public attention.
There aren't other cases; private life of someone like Letterman must stay private. Above all, because sometimes you just can't avoid the news to become public, I think the worst thing is the speculation that comes after. There's nothing worst that spend all your day talking about someone else's life, public or not. I really hate judgements, I think we're always nones to say how others must live or act, I hate who doesn't think about his own business. I really care about my privacy, sometimes I get even obsessed and paranoid about it; I think I could never be famous, the price to pay would be just to high. And to me, it doesn't worth.
(I apologize for today very short post but I've got Block. Again. Again.)
Monday, October 5, 2009
Money for Nothing
Is dated 1985 the idea that "we are livin' in a material world and (we are) material girl(s)". More than 20 years later things aren't change yet and the question here is an ancient, a very, very old one: can money buy everything? And with everything we're of course talkin' about love too. Another date: 1993. It's in 1993 that director Adrian Lyne brings on scene a story based on this endless question in "what was first: the chicken or the egg?" perfect style, with his movie "Indecent Proposal", where a millionaire tries to buy the love (or, at least, one of her nights) of a young woman and wife, apparently destroying a great love, right the one you see on the screens, the one which pass from fulfil your heart to break it in a dime.
The question is: is the end of Indecent Proposal applicable to reality or not? I think people often forget about the most significant part of this movie; they all say Diana accepts John's money (and her husband too, even if with second thoughts) and that, at a certain point, she ends with falling in love with him, forgetting her loving husband. But what about the end? The end tells us another story, a different one, the one who people tend to forget: it tells us of a Diana keeping back to David, the story of two soulmates that, after all, had never stop looking for each other. To belong to each other.
So maybe that's the lesson, that's how things in life just go, even in a material one, even in the case where money could actually save you and the one you love from hard times (as in the story of Diana and David where there's a true need of money, due to necessity and not to a greed feeling); maybe, sometimes, money can really buy you for a while, but the redemption way to coming back feeling fine with ourselves is right behind the corner as the chance to save yourselves from getting totally lost. Maybe the rebirth is not so far as you believe. Maybe, for a while, maybe 'cause you lost your mind or just because you're tired of doing sacrifices to get nothing in return, you start to be for rent, even for sell to the highest bidder; but if you're a good person (because of course it depends on who you are and always have been) you can save yourself and, like in the movie, your feelings and love too.
It's never too late, we all make mistakes and the only ones not excusable are the ones during which you keep don't figure out that you are wrong, when you keep not to apologize though you've caused pain to the ones you love the most.
After all, in life it's always all about choosing and feeling fine with ourselves and the ones we care about, 'cause they are the court of our existences.
...and to not mention "Roxanne". We'll talk about her another time...
The question is: is the end of Indecent Proposal applicable to reality or not? I think people often forget about the most significant part of this movie; they all say Diana accepts John's money (and her husband too, even if with second thoughts) and that, at a certain point, she ends with falling in love with him, forgetting her loving husband. But what about the end? The end tells us another story, a different one, the one who people tend to forget: it tells us of a Diana keeping back to David, the story of two soulmates that, after all, had never stop looking for each other. To belong to each other.
So maybe that's the lesson, that's how things in life just go, even in a material one, even in the case where money could actually save you and the one you love from hard times (as in the story of Diana and David where there's a true need of money, due to necessity and not to a greed feeling); maybe, sometimes, money can really buy you for a while, but the redemption way to coming back feeling fine with ourselves is right behind the corner as the chance to save yourselves from getting totally lost. Maybe the rebirth is not so far as you believe. Maybe, for a while, maybe 'cause you lost your mind or just because you're tired of doing sacrifices to get nothing in return, you start to be for rent, even for sell to the highest bidder; but if you're a good person (because of course it depends on who you are and always have been) you can save yourself and, like in the movie, your feelings and love too.
It's never too late, we all make mistakes and the only ones not excusable are the ones during which you keep don't figure out that you are wrong, when you keep not to apologize though you've caused pain to the ones you love the most.
After all, in life it's always all about choosing and feeling fine with ourselves and the ones we care about, 'cause they are the court of our existences.
...and to not mention "Roxanne". We'll talk about her another time...
Saturday, October 3, 2009
City of Blinding Lights
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LERd2AU2s4Q
...tell by my attitude that I most definitely from The Empire State of mind.
...tell by my attitude that I most definitely from The Empire State of mind.
Friday, October 2, 2009
Sunday Morning
http://improveverywhere.com/2009/09/27/thank-you-invisible-dogs/
On September 27, Brooklyn has been the set of a funny and different Sunday walk, of another "mission" by the group "Improve Everywhere", based in New York City and formed in 2001 by Charlie Todd.
Its slogan is "We cause scenes", in fact it is a comedic performance art group and the aim of this movement is to cause scenes of "chaos and joy" through what they call "missions", that is not-threatening pranks made in public places. This time it's been the turn of an amazing parade made by over 2000 people going up and down Brooklyn with their "invisible dog" leashes. As we can read in the article, the invisible dog toy was invented more than 30 years ago in a Brooklyn factory indeed and, judging from the success of Improve Everywhere's idea, it's been a curious and nice invention that nowadays is still able to draw close lots of people.
Take a look at their website, and you'll find out all the missions made by this team of maybe crazy, but definitely genius folks!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RykH_6WChrk
On September 27, Brooklyn has been the set of a funny and different Sunday walk, of another "mission" by the group "Improve Everywhere", based in New York City and formed in 2001 by Charlie Todd.
Its slogan is "We cause scenes", in fact it is a comedic performance art group and the aim of this movement is to cause scenes of "chaos and joy" through what they call "missions", that is not-threatening pranks made in public places. This time it's been the turn of an amazing parade made by over 2000 people going up and down Brooklyn with their "invisible dog" leashes. As we can read in the article, the invisible dog toy was invented more than 30 years ago in a Brooklyn factory indeed and, judging from the success of Improve Everywhere's idea, it's been a curious and nice invention that nowadays is still able to draw close lots of people.
Take a look at their website, and you'll find out all the missions made by this team of maybe crazy, but definitely genius folks!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RykH_6WChrk
Thursday, October 1, 2009
When a Man Loves a Woman
I made a mistake, my usual one. I decided to want to know critics's thought about this movie, one of my fav, so I read what some of them wrote about it in their reviews. And, again as usual, I disagreed. If there's something I can't stand it's to read that a movie is quite good but not enough to be considered a great one, to be placed into the Olympus. Why? Who is at the decision of which movies deserve it and what movies don't, who has marked the thin boundary-line between the concept of deservings and undeservings? Anyway, I wont say anything else about banal film rating and said that, I'm here to write about a movie that, to me, according to which are my feelings and nothing else, is a great one indeed.
When we see a movie, when we read a book, when we listen to a song and we going on thinking about over and over again, it's a sign that it found a way into our heart, an indelible one, and to me this is the only thing that can really say if we're talking about something great or not. Nothing as that is actually a subjective issue and not an objective one.
"The notebook" by Nick Cassavetes, based on the namesake book by Nicholas Sparks, is a great work with a great director and great actors, a great story and a great Love. Or better still, here we feel like "behind every great love is a great story", as the tagline introduces us the movie itself.
There's something in this love, something which remains to us and that we jealously hedge in, there are two simple souls becoming heroes in their struggle against time, against life and its sorrows such as a heartless disease; they're winner too, because they takes over pain with the only strength of what left to them: their unique, precious, unbelievable feeling. There's magic, there's like a spell in this old-time narration, but there's no just emotion, there's more: there's a lesson for everyone to learn. It's a lesson of hope, faith, feeling, care, strength of someone who does have nothing anymore but each others to belong to, to make the journeys of life and death together, side by side. There are lives entirely lived, enjoyed and consumed to the backbone by passion, desires, dreams; there are a man and a woman here taking care of each others before themselves, two ones who were just meant to be.
This is what love is, the only kind that really exist, that's how it's possible to make it last forever, challenge chance, to go beyond time and space borders.
It's a love that makes of you a better person, a love that, when there is, there is nothing else: "I am nothing special; just a common man with common thoughts, and I've led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten. But in one respect I have succeeded as gloriously as anyone who's ever lived: I've loved another with all my heart and soul; and to me, this has always been enough.", Noah, one of the protagonists, said. Because that's what life is all about: to feel, to breathe, to want, to love, to protect and respect someone else with whom you become a single person, because when you choose that someone for the rest of your life you choose "him" before "yourself", because you already know, from the very beginning, that now your life is made for two and not for one anymore; because you know that without your one you'll be however forced going on to live, and you will do it, but you will just not want to.
Because when all this happens you even start believing in miracles when you didn't, you become the most generous person when, before, you were just a common, humanely selfish man. Because when "two" becomes "one" it doesn't matter how many troubles there can be, to fight will always be better than give in and leave your feeling fade away; because when two becomes one and you realize that you're almost loosing the love of your life you're overwhelming by fear and you feel like your heart's been completely ripped out.
That's why Allie and Noah's story is such a precious and fragile miracle: it impress itself, leaving a scar in your heart, as only a meaningful life, a meaningful love can do.
"The power of love, a force from above cleaning my soul, flame on burn desire, love with tongues of fire, purge the soul, make love your goal."
When we see a movie, when we read a book, when we listen to a song and we going on thinking about over and over again, it's a sign that it found a way into our heart, an indelible one, and to me this is the only thing that can really say if we're talking about something great or not. Nothing as that is actually a subjective issue and not an objective one.
"The notebook" by Nick Cassavetes, based on the namesake book by Nicholas Sparks, is a great work with a great director and great actors, a great story and a great Love. Or better still, here we feel like "behind every great love is a great story", as the tagline introduces us the movie itself.
There's something in this love, something which remains to us and that we jealously hedge in, there are two simple souls becoming heroes in their struggle against time, against life and its sorrows such as a heartless disease; they're winner too, because they takes over pain with the only strength of what left to them: their unique, precious, unbelievable feeling. There's magic, there's like a spell in this old-time narration, but there's no just emotion, there's more: there's a lesson for everyone to learn. It's a lesson of hope, faith, feeling, care, strength of someone who does have nothing anymore but each others to belong to, to make the journeys of life and death together, side by side. There are lives entirely lived, enjoyed and consumed to the backbone by passion, desires, dreams; there are a man and a woman here taking care of each others before themselves, two ones who were just meant to be.
This is what love is, the only kind that really exist, that's how it's possible to make it last forever, challenge chance, to go beyond time and space borders.
It's a love that makes of you a better person, a love that, when there is, there is nothing else: "I am nothing special; just a common man with common thoughts, and I've led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten. But in one respect I have succeeded as gloriously as anyone who's ever lived: I've loved another with all my heart and soul; and to me, this has always been enough.", Noah, one of the protagonists, said. Because that's what life is all about: to feel, to breathe, to want, to love, to protect and respect someone else with whom you become a single person, because when you choose that someone for the rest of your life you choose "him" before "yourself", because you already know, from the very beginning, that now your life is made for two and not for one anymore; because you know that without your one you'll be however forced going on to live, and you will do it, but you will just not want to.
Because when all this happens you even start believing in miracles when you didn't, you become the most generous person when, before, you were just a common, humanely selfish man. Because when "two" becomes "one" it doesn't matter how many troubles there can be, to fight will always be better than give in and leave your feeling fade away; because when two becomes one and you realize that you're almost loosing the love of your life you're overwhelming by fear and you feel like your heart's been completely ripped out.
That's why Allie and Noah's story is such a precious and fragile miracle: it impress itself, leaving a scar in your heart, as only a meaningful life, a meaningful love can do.
"The power of love, a force from above cleaning my soul, flame on burn desire, love with tongues of fire, purge the soul, make love your goal."
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