Please meet the: "It's not your fault. I'm like fly paper for the emotionally disturbed" (from "Californication"), also known as the "Florence Nightingale Effect".
Do you remember prince charming? The blondie one with the white horse, the one so boring and expected? Good.
Well, forget him.
If there's the Florence Nightingale Effect there cannot be any prince. No prince, no horses, no tale, no castles: just pain, going crazy, feeling exhausted, sick and tired. And that's exactly what we really want when we're so F.N.E. stoned. Yeah, because its is the only spell we go through in this bedtime story horror of us, with the only difference that we don't need a Cinderella's kiss but a Tyson's smack right in the middle of the face to get finally aware of what everyone already knows but us. And that's all what we'll get: no exceptions, get over it.
Once upon a time there was a good, nice girl with a perfectly normal life who, suddenly, met him: here he comes, McHandsome, teh "too good to be true", as unbelievably beautiful as damned, teh jerk, teh bombastic bully, teh wannabe James Dean. And then is when her troubles begin.
Because that's the moment when the Florence Nightingale, winding and latent inside us all, marches out and ruin the naive, pure and clean life of our little girl, still convinced to be Cindafuckin'rella, not yet awakened and fell out of bed understanding instead to be just an ordinary, loser human being as everybody in the Universe.
Yeah, because that's when you start thinking, for the first time (but not the last of course) the worst thing you can actually think about: that you'll be his exception being able to change him.
No, dear, you are not, you can't change none but your hair stylist at most. You're screaming to her: "let it go sweetie! Run as long as you can, run fast and don't stop, don't turn back!".
But she's already gone, she's already not listening at her consciousness anymore. She's already to far away with her intentions to be saved while she's already wearing her nurse hat, freaking out to save him, teh love of her life.
She can't change nor save a man, but she doesn't still know that. And when she'll finally understand it, it will be inexorably too late to going back: he will have already completely changed she and her life. It will already be a disaster.
I'm a little Florence Nightingale too.
Today, a friend of mine told me he thinks it to be a feature of all Pisces. I guess he could actually be right. To us, it's just a natural thing: it's instinct, we can't fight it back because is just what we are, it's a force from the very inside which will always be a part of us. We are convicted to act like this each single time we love, it doesn't really matter if we're talking about a lover or a friend, a relative or someone we don't even known at all: we are forced, driven to act like this.
Probably, we are just a lost cause. And when it comes to love affairs it's even worst: we can't change our James Dean but we don't give up either until he steals and breaks our heart into thousand pieces. And, above all, we are not able to fall in love but with them. Prince charming who saves us, treating us like princesses, who loves us unconditionally and deeply, treating us in the right way, is just not for us.
But that James Dean won't change. A selfish is just a selfish, a self-centred is just a self-centred: he will not put us at the very centre of his life, we won't become his world, don't matter how much we can actually love him: we'll be always the only one to go all in with the entire packet: heart, soul, body and mind. If he's a jerk, he will not be a jerk to everybody but you: don't even hope it. We are not so that special to be able to fix a mess like that: truth is there is nothing to fix, they are not broken, they're just what they are as exactly as we are. Just because this is every woman's dream it doesn't mean it will become real. A dream is just a dream, an illusion even worst.
Mr Big, Edward Lewis don't exist in the real life. Or, better, their surprising and positive evolution made of total love towards their women doesn't: live with it.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5_B9uWjSrzs
Monday, November 30, 2009
Friday, November 27, 2009
Jealous Guy
We, jealous and possessive people, are very strange animals. To us a word, a look, a laugh are quite enough to swiftly freaking out and become a danger. To who? To those who dare just even say something about people and things we love and care the most. Jealousy and possession are truth believes, as well as religions, faith.
Today I was still looking into my mind for something to write about when, once again, my crazy attitude has given me the idea lending me a hand; it's hard to explain to others what is to be so jealous if they aren't, it's hard to explain what it means to want protect your loved ones from everyone else, from everything else in the Universe. The reaction just comes up: it's natural, you can't fight it back, never. And it's good, yeah, because no matter how mad is jealousy really able to drive you: without it you'll got just half of the feelings, of the passion you have into you, you will just be half of the person you are.
I'm so possessive of what and who I love so deeply and I'm not ashamed to tell you. I'm not morbid nor pathological, I'm just as a lioness who'll strike dead any potential predator who may cause harm to the love of her life. But still it's so hard to explain that to people who doesn't know you or, if they actually do, to be listened when you try to explain you haven't got by-ends. After all, it is hard to explain how you can love so much someone else in the first place if you're not talking to someone like you.
Love is possession, protection, love means to make mistakes because you're loving too much. And I'm talking about every form of Love: Love is to be lovers, Love is to be friends, Love is to be relatives, Love is to be so fond of something. And if you love, you are jealous and possessive, there's no escape. When you love, everyone must really pay attention to what they do or say about the ones you care about, to step into the territory your heart has made.
And truth is there's nothing better in life that feel like this for someone else and know that someone is feeling the same for you. We're so egoist animals, we are so used to and focused on put ourselves before everything and everyone else; so, when we love, we do it for real.
And watch your ass if you really dare challenge us into that.
"I know it's a cornball thing. But love is passion, obsession, someone you can't live without.
I say, fall head over heels. Find someone you can love like crazy and who will love you the same way back. How do you find him? Well, you forget your head and you listen to your heart. And I'm not hearing any heart. 'Cause the truth is, honey, there's no sense living your life without this. To make the journey and not fall deeply in love, well, you haven't lived a life at all. But you have to try, 'cause if you haven't tried, you haven't lived."
("Meet Joe Black", 1998)
Today I was still looking into my mind for something to write about when, once again, my crazy attitude has given me the idea lending me a hand; it's hard to explain to others what is to be so jealous if they aren't, it's hard to explain what it means to want protect your loved ones from everyone else, from everything else in the Universe. The reaction just comes up: it's natural, you can't fight it back, never. And it's good, yeah, because no matter how mad is jealousy really able to drive you: without it you'll got just half of the feelings, of the passion you have into you, you will just be half of the person you are.
I'm so possessive of what and who I love so deeply and I'm not ashamed to tell you. I'm not morbid nor pathological, I'm just as a lioness who'll strike dead any potential predator who may cause harm to the love of her life. But still it's so hard to explain that to people who doesn't know you or, if they actually do, to be listened when you try to explain you haven't got by-ends. After all, it is hard to explain how you can love so much someone else in the first place if you're not talking to someone like you.
Love is possession, protection, love means to make mistakes because you're loving too much. And I'm talking about every form of Love: Love is to be lovers, Love is to be friends, Love is to be relatives, Love is to be so fond of something. And if you love, you are jealous and possessive, there's no escape. When you love, everyone must really pay attention to what they do or say about the ones you care about, to step into the territory your heart has made.
And truth is there's nothing better in life that feel like this for someone else and know that someone is feeling the same for you. We're so egoist animals, we are so used to and focused on put ourselves before everything and everyone else; so, when we love, we do it for real.
And watch your ass if you really dare challenge us into that.
"I know it's a cornball thing. But love is passion, obsession, someone you can't live without.
I say, fall head over heels. Find someone you can love like crazy and who will love you the same way back. How do you find him? Well, you forget your head and you listen to your heart. And I'm not hearing any heart. 'Cause the truth is, honey, there's no sense living your life without this. To make the journey and not fall deeply in love, well, you haven't lived a life at all. But you have to try, 'cause if you haven't tried, you haven't lived."
("Meet Joe Black", 1998)
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Smells Like Teen Spirit
Surfing the Net, now here they come da things-of-da-day.
Check this hilarious interview by journalist Pedro Pinto from CNN with Swiss tennis champion Roger Federer.
He's just the Number one, inside-out tennis courts. I adore him, he's both an immense athlete and man.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JsbpuvM0HaE
Watch the previous video, see Roger's smile has made come up to my mind this amazing masterpiece by Guns 'n' Roses.
I think this to be the song of happiness, of joy; I think it is the right representative of a smile, of a childish and funny attitude. I think it is the finest example of freedom, of feeling good, of breathing fresh air and calming down.
I think there's so much in this rhapsody; I think we all have been (and still we are) the sweet child o' someone (or, maybe, just o' ours).
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P-AYAv0IoWI
Finally, here's a gallery of photographs by Reuters Agency, hosted by Italian newspaper "Corriere della Sera" website, representing the most significant events since the very beginning of the New Millennium 'till today.
http://www.corriere.it/gallery/esteri/11-2009/reuters/1/reuters-decennio-immagini_06795fde-d8d9-11de-a7cd-00144f02aabc.shtml#1
Check this hilarious interview by journalist Pedro Pinto from CNN with Swiss tennis champion Roger Federer.
He's just the Number one, inside-out tennis courts. I adore him, he's both an immense athlete and man.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JsbpuvM0HaE
Watch the previous video, see Roger's smile has made come up to my mind this amazing masterpiece by Guns 'n' Roses.
I think this to be the song of happiness, of joy; I think it is the right representative of a smile, of a childish and funny attitude. I think it is the finest example of freedom, of feeling good, of breathing fresh air and calming down.
I think there's so much in this rhapsody; I think we all have been (and still we are) the sweet child o' someone (or, maybe, just o' ours).
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P-AYAv0IoWI
Finally, here's a gallery of photographs by Reuters Agency, hosted by Italian newspaper "Corriere della Sera" website, representing the most significant events since the very beginning of the New Millennium 'till today.
http://www.corriere.it/gallery/esteri/11-2009/reuters/1/reuters-decennio-immagini_06795fde-d8d9-11de-a7cd-00144f02aabc.shtml#1
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Sullen Girl
It was November 25 of 1960 when three Mirabal sisters, political activists in the Dominican Republic, were brutally murdered on orders of Dominican dictator Rafael Trujillo.
Since 1981, women's activists have marked the day of November 25 as a day against violence; then, in 1999, the United Nations General Assembly designated it as the International Day for the Elimination of Violence Against Women (Resolution 54/134). The UN then started to invite both governments and associations all over the planet to organize activities designated to raise public awareness about this huge problem: women all around the world are subject to rape, domestic violence and other forms of underhand and dirty violence.
Nowadays, nothing has quite changed from that day of 1960: women are still victims of this revolting violence and the issues about are always the same old ones. Feelings of women about an abuse are sadly still shame, guilty, dirty, even sin and those who find the strength to say stop to this freaking, absurd pain are still not enough and they won't until every single woman will have that strength.
Today is the twenty-five of November and, as always but, if possible, even more, our hearts must be turned to all those women who still feel so lonely, so lost and left out on their own in their sorrow, to say them they're not and never will be alone.
Now, I wanna show you all this Italian poster for a campaign about violence against women which last year has shocked self-righteous all over the Country itself.
*http://www.aliceinwonderweb.com/index.php?q=image/view/95
The image is wondering "Who pays for man's sins?", claiming that "Only 4% of women victims of sexual violence reports its executioner. The others pay for him too.".
Well, sad to tell you that in a "civil" Country what has really shocked people (conservative politicians above all) has once again been a useless and really pathetic polemic about a hypothetical "blasphemy" rather than the fact the women are still victims of beasts that someone has still the courage to call "men" and treat as "human beings".
For what concern me, I'm shock and sick of this reaction, shock and sick of the problem to be the respect for the Catholic iconography rather than for people.
I'm sick and tired of people like these: because you are at fault if an abuse is not reported, because you are at fault, you dumb phonies, if the fear of being judged comes first even where you're victim of a cruelty like that; because you are at fault when instead of help and encourage people, instead of speak out loud how something like that is wrong and awful you lose precious time and resources to fight an idiot struggle which doesn't even exist.
Feel guilty every time a woman is crying because she doesn't know how to escape from this fucking inhuman shit, feel guilty every time a little girl is thinking that's the normality of things, feel guilty every time a young woman is thinking she deserves it and suffers closed up into her annihilating silence.
Feel guilty, because you are as sick and disgusting as the monsters who take away those women's lives.
We're tired of you too: you've got all our contempt.
*http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fv1N6TVCnLs
Since 1981, women's activists have marked the day of November 25 as a day against violence; then, in 1999, the United Nations General Assembly designated it as the International Day for the Elimination of Violence Against Women (Resolution 54/134). The UN then started to invite both governments and associations all over the planet to organize activities designated to raise public awareness about this huge problem: women all around the world are subject to rape, domestic violence and other forms of underhand and dirty violence.
Nowadays, nothing has quite changed from that day of 1960: women are still victims of this revolting violence and the issues about are always the same old ones. Feelings of women about an abuse are sadly still shame, guilty, dirty, even sin and those who find the strength to say stop to this freaking, absurd pain are still not enough and they won't until every single woman will have that strength.
Today is the twenty-five of November and, as always but, if possible, even more, our hearts must be turned to all those women who still feel so lonely, so lost and left out on their own in their sorrow, to say them they're not and never will be alone.
Now, I wanna show you all this Italian poster for a campaign about violence against women which last year has shocked self-righteous all over the Country itself.
*http://www.aliceinwonderweb.com/index.php?q=image/view/95
The image is wondering "Who pays for man's sins?", claiming that "Only 4% of women victims of sexual violence reports its executioner. The others pay for him too.".
Well, sad to tell you that in a "civil" Country what has really shocked people (conservative politicians above all) has once again been a useless and really pathetic polemic about a hypothetical "blasphemy" rather than the fact the women are still victims of beasts that someone has still the courage to call "men" and treat as "human beings".
For what concern me, I'm shock and sick of this reaction, shock and sick of the problem to be the respect for the Catholic iconography rather than for people.
I'm sick and tired of people like these: because you are at fault if an abuse is not reported, because you are at fault, you dumb phonies, if the fear of being judged comes first even where you're victim of a cruelty like that; because you are at fault when instead of help and encourage people, instead of speak out loud how something like that is wrong and awful you lose precious time and resources to fight an idiot struggle which doesn't even exist.
Feel guilty every time a woman is crying because she doesn't know how to escape from this fucking inhuman shit, feel guilty every time a little girl is thinking that's the normality of things, feel guilty every time a young woman is thinking she deserves it and suffers closed up into her annihilating silence.
Feel guilty, because you are as sick and disgusting as the monsters who take away those women's lives.
We're tired of you too: you've got all our contempt.
*http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fv1N6TVCnLs
Monday, November 23, 2009
Losing My Religion
"In some ways, betrayal is inevitable.
When our bodies betray us, surgery is often the key to recovery. When we betray each other, the path to recovery is less clear.
We do whatever it takes to rebuild the trust that was lost. And then there are some wounds, some betrayals...that are so deep, so profound that there is no way to repair what was lost.
And when that happens, there's nothing left to do but wait."
("Grey's Anatomy; From a Whisper to a Scream")
...and, sometimes, even time is not enough. Is it truly possible to always rebuild something which has completely gone to pieces? Sometimes, what is broken cannot be unbroken; Shakespeare once said, through Lady Macbeth, that "what's done cannot be undone" and that's for sure. And when that happen you're not always able to forgive it.
"Can we really forgive if we can't forget?" (from "Sex and The City") is another good point. Probably, after crime there must always be punishment; maybe, sometimes expiation will just not be enough, because there are some betrayals which make you lose all the trust, all the esteem and respect you had for someone: because faith, confidence, is something too much fragile, too much delicate to get destroyed with no leaving consequences at all behind itself. And truth is that when there's a loss of trust, there's always a bloodshed.
And sometimes, together with time, even love is not enough, because, if this is actually possible, the importance of respecting the trust that others's got in us is more important than love itself. And the reason why to that it's quite simple: without respect, dignity, confidence there cannot be fondness. Because no matter how much you still love someone: there are times in which you are just not able to let go the fact you can't have faith in that someone anymore, you are just not able to accept to live in the doubt that, maybe, you only need some more time to get things right, once again. Sometimes, the chance of 50%, the comfort idea that time, sooner or later, will heal everything are not enough to you to risk your feelings again, to risk your forgiveness, your forces to retry and give another opportunity to make things right.
Forgiveness is a serious thing and we're not always in deserving of receive something so bad great.
*http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8UkKTlzyLhQ
When our bodies betray us, surgery is often the key to recovery. When we betray each other, the path to recovery is less clear.
We do whatever it takes to rebuild the trust that was lost. And then there are some wounds, some betrayals...that are so deep, so profound that there is no way to repair what was lost.
And when that happens, there's nothing left to do but wait."
("Grey's Anatomy; From a Whisper to a Scream")
...and, sometimes, even time is not enough. Is it truly possible to always rebuild something which has completely gone to pieces? Sometimes, what is broken cannot be unbroken; Shakespeare once said, through Lady Macbeth, that "what's done cannot be undone" and that's for sure. And when that happen you're not always able to forgive it.
"Can we really forgive if we can't forget?" (from "Sex and The City") is another good point. Probably, after crime there must always be punishment; maybe, sometimes expiation will just not be enough, because there are some betrayals which make you lose all the trust, all the esteem and respect you had for someone: because faith, confidence, is something too much fragile, too much delicate to get destroyed with no leaving consequences at all behind itself. And truth is that when there's a loss of trust, there's always a bloodshed.
And sometimes, together with time, even love is not enough, because, if this is actually possible, the importance of respecting the trust that others's got in us is more important than love itself. And the reason why to that it's quite simple: without respect, dignity, confidence there cannot be fondness. Because no matter how much you still love someone: there are times in which you are just not able to let go the fact you can't have faith in that someone anymore, you are just not able to accept to live in the doubt that, maybe, you only need some more time to get things right, once again. Sometimes, the chance of 50%, the comfort idea that time, sooner or later, will heal everything are not enough to you to risk your feelings again, to risk your forgiveness, your forces to retry and give another opportunity to make things right.
Forgiveness is a serious thing and we're not always in deserving of receive something so bad great.
*http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8UkKTlzyLhQ
Friday, November 20, 2009
Qualcosa Che Non C'è
I've tried to translate you this amazing pearl by Elisa from Italian to English.
Usually I'm against lyrics translations, but, today, I really want you all to understand it.
Enjoy it and let your souls to just be rocked.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JMAAUvmgyp4
"All this time asking myself
what is that doesn't leave me alone,
all these years asking myself
if I'm really doing well
like this,
as I am,
so...
So, one day
I wrote in my notebook:
"I will make the world dreaming with music",
not so much
from when it was enough to me
to make a jump
to reach happiness
and truth is that
I've waited so long
for something that there isn't,
instead of watching the sun rise...
This has always been a way
to stop time
and speed,
people's quick steps,
carelessness,
words said
without humility,
heartless, just like that,
just to make noise.
I've waited so long
for something that there isn't,
instead of watching the sun rise...
And miraculously
I didn't stopped dreaming
and miraculously
I'm not able to stop hoping...
And if there's a secret
is doing everything
as if you're seeing just the sun...
A secret is doing everything
as if,
doing everything
as if
you're seeing just the sun,
you're seeing just the sun,
you're seeing just the sun...
And not
something that there isn't."
Usually I'm against lyrics translations, but, today, I really want you all to understand it.
Enjoy it and let your souls to just be rocked.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JMAAUvmgyp4
"All this time asking myself
what is that doesn't leave me alone,
all these years asking myself
if I'm really doing well
like this,
as I am,
so...
So, one day
I wrote in my notebook:
"I will make the world dreaming with music",
not so much
from when it was enough to me
to make a jump
to reach happiness
and truth is that
I've waited so long
for something that there isn't,
instead of watching the sun rise...
This has always been a way
to stop time
and speed,
people's quick steps,
carelessness,
words said
without humility,
heartless, just like that,
just to make noise.
I've waited so long
for something that there isn't,
instead of watching the sun rise...
And miraculously
I didn't stopped dreaming
and miraculously
I'm not able to stop hoping...
And if there's a secret
is doing everything
as if you're seeing just the sun...
A secret is doing everything
as if,
doing everything
as if
you're seeing just the sun,
you're seeing just the sun,
you're seeing just the sun...
And not
something that there isn't."
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Let It Be
Why people are never able just to let go? I am; when I close a door, I'm used to close it once and forever, I do not keep going on reopen it.
I know, memories hurt and die hard as well as old habits, but I think sometimes a memory is just a memory and must remain just that, with no more present nor future, just a past.
I think when something finishes is because it wasn't meant to be but only to have an end. "We're so 'over' we need a new word for 'over'", Carry once said on a "Sex and The City" episode; she's right: some things, some relationships are just magnets to catastrophes and nothing else and it's better for everyone to hurriedly cut them down.
Why we should keep going on in phoniness, with no feelings at all? Is it just because we are so cowardly afraid to face "the tragic truth", to accept changes and assimilate the fact that from today that present-thing will just belong to the past? I rather learn how to manage the hardness of remember with no pain than live in a habit just because of a pathetic inertia.
And I would give anything to avoid the embarrassment of having to explain this to someone while he's acting, towards you, right the opposite.
Let it go, take it easy...if something in life doesn't go on naturally but just if there's someone who is forcing it everyday, it is just not meant to be, get over it, resign yourself to that. This is not life, it is to go against its own natural course, to uselessly fight against our destinies.
I don't want, nor like, to live like this. I want to badly, strongly, believe in things, in relationships that don't need for you to check them every second to go in the right way; I don't want to have to always join something with glue, I don't want to live on things by an unstable balance.
"Love means never having to say you're sorry."
C'est la vie.
(...and, in that case, Facebook is really the worst pain in the ass ever.)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qskyTSFw4yE
I know, memories hurt and die hard as well as old habits, but I think sometimes a memory is just a memory and must remain just that, with no more present nor future, just a past.
I think when something finishes is because it wasn't meant to be but only to have an end. "We're so 'over' we need a new word for 'over'", Carry once said on a "Sex and The City" episode; she's right: some things, some relationships are just magnets to catastrophes and nothing else and it's better for everyone to hurriedly cut them down.
Why we should keep going on in phoniness, with no feelings at all? Is it just because we are so cowardly afraid to face "the tragic truth", to accept changes and assimilate the fact that from today that present-thing will just belong to the past? I rather learn how to manage the hardness of remember with no pain than live in a habit just because of a pathetic inertia.
And I would give anything to avoid the embarrassment of having to explain this to someone while he's acting, towards you, right the opposite.
Let it go, take it easy...if something in life doesn't go on naturally but just if there's someone who is forcing it everyday, it is just not meant to be, get over it, resign yourself to that. This is not life, it is to go against its own natural course, to uselessly fight against our destinies.
I don't want, nor like, to live like this. I want to badly, strongly, believe in things, in relationships that don't need for you to check them every second to go in the right way; I don't want to have to always join something with glue, I don't want to live on things by an unstable balance.
"Love means never having to say you're sorry."
C'est la vie.
(...and, in that case, Facebook is really the worst pain in the ass ever.)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qskyTSFw4yE
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
How You Remind Me
http://www.aliceinwonderweb.com/how_you_remind_me_pic
"Now your pictures, that you left behind, are just memories of a different life."
(Rainy Pittsburgh, 2009, by me.)
"Now your pictures, that you left behind, are just memories of a different life."
(Rainy Pittsburgh, 2009, by me.)
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Hole In My Soul
Why we get tattoos? Quite useless question.
I guess it's like to presume to be finally able find out what was first between the chicken and the egg.
When it's not all about just an aesthetic reason why, I think there's only a possible, true, answer.
We get tattoos because we see in them just another way to trying to temporarily and illusionally fill up the hole we carry inside our souls.
I guess it's like to presume to be finally able find out what was first between the chicken and the egg.
When it's not all about just an aesthetic reason why, I think there's only a possible, true, answer.
We get tattoos because we see in them just another way to trying to temporarily and illusionally fill up the hole we carry inside our souls.
Monday, November 16, 2009
Work
...now working on:
QuiToner Blog http://blog.quitoner.com/
and
(only writing translations from Italian to English) Virturbia http://www.virturbia.com/
...check them out!
QuiToner Blog http://blog.quitoner.com/
and
(only writing translations from Italian to English) Virturbia http://www.virturbia.com/
...check them out!
Friday, November 13, 2009
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
All You Need Is Love
I dunno, maybe it's because of The Beatles' shirt I'm wearing today which claims "Love is all you need", maybe it's because of the sunny but coldy day there's outside, maybe I'm just in the right mood...but what I surely know today is that I wanna talk about Love. Yeah, because no matter how cynical we can and are able to be: everything in life is about Love, everything we are is because of Love. About the Love for our ones, the Love for our families, the Love for our friends, the Love for our lil' puppies, the Love for our passions and for what we do, the Love for ourselves...everything, everything, is about that.
Love is the strongest force, the only thing in life which can actually change us. Well, not exactly "change": I think people cannot change, I just think that something like Love can take out from us our better part, something we already have and we already are; that side which is always hidden except when it comes to Love. Frankie goes to Hollywood were right when they sang "the power of Love: a force from above cleaning my soul...purge the soul, make Love your goal".
I think Love is, above all, feeling Home. There's a song by Elisa called "Happiness is Home"...well, I believe Love to be right that, because Love is happiness and happiness is feeling Home indeed. It's really hard to describe a force so unbelievable, so great to be the one making the all World go around; let ourselves living it is just so badly easier.
Even when we're scared to death, even when we're still picking up the pieces of our broken and damaged hearts, even when we're still mending our wounds, find some other Love and let it heal us is the only true treatment we want, the only true treatment which can work. Love brings Love and only other Love can mend the ruins that a previous one left into us. Love is the only thing you must never regret because, no matter how things have gone, Love always makes a better person of you, always leaves something to you.
(...by the way, on air right now in my earphones "All I want is you" by U2: check it out!)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p7UgPK0HgLQ
Love is the strongest force, the only thing in life which can actually change us. Well, not exactly "change": I think people cannot change, I just think that something like Love can take out from us our better part, something we already have and we already are; that side which is always hidden except when it comes to Love. Frankie goes to Hollywood were right when they sang "the power of Love: a force from above cleaning my soul...purge the soul, make Love your goal".
I think Love is, above all, feeling Home. There's a song by Elisa called "Happiness is Home"...well, I believe Love to be right that, because Love is happiness and happiness is feeling Home indeed. It's really hard to describe a force so unbelievable, so great to be the one making the all World go around; let ourselves living it is just so badly easier.
Even when we're scared to death, even when we're still picking up the pieces of our broken and damaged hearts, even when we're still mending our wounds, find some other Love and let it heal us is the only true treatment we want, the only true treatment which can work. Love brings Love and only other Love can mend the ruins that a previous one left into us. Love is the only thing you must never regret because, no matter how things have gone, Love always makes a better person of you, always leaves something to you.
(...by the way, on air right now in my earphones "All I want is you" by U2: check it out!)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p7UgPK0HgLQ
Monday, November 9, 2009
Walk This Way
"Tananana...Dude looks like a lady..." what a coincidence: I think of writing about them and they start singing in my earphones at the radio. I read today about Steven Tyler's latest news.
First of all, you have to know that there's an Italian movie of some years ago called, in its translation, "I will marry Simon Le Bon". Yeah, because in the 80s we all remember the eternal fight between Le Bon's fans and Hadley's ones from Duran Duran and Spandau Ballet. Well, always prefering rock music to everything else, my personal movie, since I was a baby, would have been "I will marry Steven Tyler". I love rock music in its every single chord and it's very hard to find a rock band or singer who I don't like at all...but, before everyone, there's always been Steven to me. Usually I'll find silly to talk just about the frontman and not the all band, but the point is that, never as today, trying to imagine Aerosmith without him forever make me wanna say that yes, they're great and always will be, but without "The God among mortals", "The Demon of screamin'", they will be as exactly as Queen without Freddie Mercury, Guns 'n' Roses without Axl, U2 and Rolling Stones with no more Bono nor Mick...I mean, c'mon, how is this actually possible and how could they actually don't just fall apart? To not mention the fact that finally see them live is a great dream of mine...and I can't really believe that this could remain a dream forever and nothing else. I hate to be so damn young, I hate to live here (well, that's for several reasons, not just because Aerosmith don't come here of course)...every type of riffraff comes play to Italy...then why I'm forced to never see they, you know, for example in my Stadium, my "Home", San Siro?
My passion, my love for Aerosmith definitely go back up the first time I ever listened to their amazing "Crazy"...then I remember the heat with "Janie's got a gun", the anger because lots of folks in the World think that "Aerosmith = I don't want to miss a thing" and that's all...then the first time I went to the Hard Rock Café in Boston...there, everything speaks of them...and then the first time I've listened to the a cappella part of "What it takes" live... How couldn't I have fallen in love?
I don't care about who says they have never been "rock 'n' roll" enough, I don't care about who claims they aren't "Aerosmith" anymore...after almost 40 years you know, the bullshits said are always the same and always die hard, but we know, people are so good at talk as well as talk is cheap.
And I...I just do care about music, feelings, "sweet emotions"...and when I hear, when I feel Steven's voice...there's all of this and that's quite enough to me to start shaking, to just feel so damn good.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X_Ur7koy6d0
First of all, you have to know that there's an Italian movie of some years ago called, in its translation, "I will marry Simon Le Bon". Yeah, because in the 80s we all remember the eternal fight between Le Bon's fans and Hadley's ones from Duran Duran and Spandau Ballet. Well, always prefering rock music to everything else, my personal movie, since I was a baby, would have been "I will marry Steven Tyler". I love rock music in its every single chord and it's very hard to find a rock band or singer who I don't like at all...but, before everyone, there's always been Steven to me. Usually I'll find silly to talk just about the frontman and not the all band, but the point is that, never as today, trying to imagine Aerosmith without him forever make me wanna say that yes, they're great and always will be, but without "The God among mortals", "The Demon of screamin'", they will be as exactly as Queen without Freddie Mercury, Guns 'n' Roses without Axl, U2 and Rolling Stones with no more Bono nor Mick...I mean, c'mon, how is this actually possible and how could they actually don't just fall apart? To not mention the fact that finally see them live is a great dream of mine...and I can't really believe that this could remain a dream forever and nothing else. I hate to be so damn young, I hate to live here (well, that's for several reasons, not just because Aerosmith don't come here of course)...every type of riffraff comes play to Italy...then why I'm forced to never see they, you know, for example in my Stadium, my "Home", San Siro?
My passion, my love for Aerosmith definitely go back up the first time I ever listened to their amazing "Crazy"...then I remember the heat with "Janie's got a gun", the anger because lots of folks in the World think that "Aerosmith = I don't want to miss a thing" and that's all...then the first time I went to the Hard Rock Café in Boston...there, everything speaks of them...and then the first time I've listened to the a cappella part of "What it takes" live... How couldn't I have fallen in love?
I don't care about who says they have never been "rock 'n' roll" enough, I don't care about who claims they aren't "Aerosmith" anymore...after almost 40 years you know, the bullshits said are always the same and always die hard, but we know, people are so good at talk as well as talk is cheap.
And I...I just do care about music, feelings, "sweet emotions"...and when I hear, when I feel Steven's voice...there's all of this and that's quite enough to me to start shaking, to just feel so damn good.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X_Ur7koy6d0
Friday, November 6, 2009
Blues in the Night
Mario Biondi is an Italian singer, born in Catania on 28 January 1971; still young, he sings in various small choruses.
After a long series of featuring with both Italian and international artists and a small production of disco music, during 2006 he hits the success with the album "Handful of Soul" (of 2004).
His deep and warm voice reminds of great interpreters soul and rhythm and blues music.
Then he stay on scene with a double disc made of live material, called "I Love You More Live" and now, on 6 November, he has come back with a new work: "If", with three covers and eleven new tracks, with 70.000 copies pre-sold.
While he dreams of singing with Whitney Houston, we can enjoy his last masterpiece...
Here's the tracklist: "Serenity" (original title: "Sudden Senility" by H. Geller), "Something That Was Beautiful" (written for him by Burt Bacharach), "Be Lonely" (the first single, on radio now), "Love Dreamer", "Blackshop", "If", "I Wanna Make It", "No Mo' Trouble", "Ecstasy", "I Know It's Over" (English version of Italian song: "E Se Domani" by Carlo Alberto Rossi), "Winter In America" (cover of G. S. Heron's one), "Everlasting Harmony", "Cry Anymore", "Little B's Poem" (cover of R. Hutcherson's one) and "Bon De Doer".
...let's check him on http://www.soulseduction.com/search/result.php?resultid=8223333&ptitle= ...
...let's enjoy him singing Lucio Battisti's "Prendila così".
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XFSEWH8kObs
After a long series of featuring with both Italian and international artists and a small production of disco music, during 2006 he hits the success with the album "Handful of Soul" (of 2004).
His deep and warm voice reminds of great interpreters soul and rhythm and blues music.
Then he stay on scene with a double disc made of live material, called "I Love You More Live" and now, on 6 November, he has come back with a new work: "If", with three covers and eleven new tracks, with 70.000 copies pre-sold.
While he dreams of singing with Whitney Houston, we can enjoy his last masterpiece...
Here's the tracklist: "Serenity" (original title: "Sudden Senility" by H. Geller), "Something That Was Beautiful" (written for him by Burt Bacharach), "Be Lonely" (the first single, on radio now), "Love Dreamer", "Blackshop", "If", "I Wanna Make It", "No Mo' Trouble", "Ecstasy", "I Know It's Over" (English version of Italian song: "E Se Domani" by Carlo Alberto Rossi), "Winter In America" (cover of G. S. Heron's one), "Everlasting Harmony", "Cry Anymore", "Little B's Poem" (cover of R. Hutcherson's one) and "Bon De Doer".
...let's check him on http://www.soulseduction.com/search/result.php?resultid=8223333&ptitle= ...
...let's enjoy him singing Lucio Battisti's "Prendila così".
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XFSEWH8kObs
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Into the Groove
I often write about figurative arts and, today, finding a very interesting website, I will do the same again.
On http://www.fubiz.net/ indeed, you'll find some really nice both works and ads.
On propose of ads, there is, f.e., the new one signed by McDonald's called "Love free Wi-Fi": that's because it's been announced free wi-fi will be reachable in every McD's.
http://www.fubiz.net/2009/11/05/mcdonalds-wi-fries/2009/11/05/mcdonalds-wi-fries/
It is truly possible to draw only by memory an entire City? Even more: a very big one...?
Yes, it is, if you're Stephen Wiltshire.
http://www.fubiz.net/2009/11/04/new-york-from-memory/2009/11/04/new-york-from-memory/
...and, last but not least, from Spain and designer Sébastien Campion's idea, here the funny "Urban Cursor".
http://www.fubiz.net/2009/11/03/the-urban-cursor/2009/11/03/the-urban-cursor/
On http://www.fubiz.net/ indeed, you'll find some really nice both works and ads.
On propose of ads, there is, f.e., the new one signed by McDonald's called "Love free Wi-Fi": that's because it's been announced free wi-fi will be reachable in every McD's.
http://www.fubiz.net/2009/11/05/mcdonalds-wi-fries/2009/11/05/mcdonalds-wi-fries/
It is truly possible to draw only by memory an entire City? Even more: a very big one...?
Yes, it is, if you're Stephen Wiltshire.
http://www.fubiz.net/2009/11/04/new-york-from-memory/2009/11/04/new-york-from-memory/
...and, last but not least, from Spain and designer Sébastien Campion's idea, here the funny "Urban Cursor".
http://www.fubiz.net/2009/11/03/the-urban-cursor/2009/11/03/the-urban-cursor/
Monday, November 2, 2009
When "Art" Takes Over (the II Part)
...and in this part is now at Williamsbourg photographer Jacob Pritchard.
Embracing, working with their laptops, sleeping, lying close their cats...lovers, friends, workers, dreamers...this is what his captures are about: stolen shots of an ordinary Sunday morning in the rooms of some young New Yorkers.
Pritchard's idea, who now lives himself in NYC, in the Brooklyn area, is expressed in the "Pictures in bed" series, in which he takes pictures of some of his friends living their intimacy then letting them choose which captures will become part of the series and which ones won't.
Pritchard installs both camera and lights on the ceilings of their rooms, with a fixed framing above their mattresses and he sets it to a device which let people take pictures directly from their bed.
Here some shots from the gallery "Pictures in bed"
http://newyork.timeout.com/articles/sex-dating/79379/pictures-in-bed-series
Jacob Pritchard Website
http://www.jacobpritchard.net/
Embracing, working with their laptops, sleeping, lying close their cats...lovers, friends, workers, dreamers...this is what his captures are about: stolen shots of an ordinary Sunday morning in the rooms of some young New Yorkers.
Pritchard's idea, who now lives himself in NYC, in the Brooklyn area, is expressed in the "Pictures in bed" series, in which he takes pictures of some of his friends living their intimacy then letting them choose which captures will become part of the series and which ones won't.
Pritchard installs both camera and lights on the ceilings of their rooms, with a fixed framing above their mattresses and he sets it to a device which let people take pictures directly from their bed.
Here some shots from the gallery "Pictures in bed"
http://newyork.timeout.com/articles/sex-dating/79379/pictures-in-bed-series
Jacob Pritchard Website
http://www.jacobpritchard.net/
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