Younger than springtime, are you Softer than starlight, are you, Warmer than winds of June, Are the gentle lips you gave me. Gayer than laughter, are you, Sweeter than music, are you, Angel and lover, heaven and earth, Are you to me.
And when your youth And joy invade my arms, And fill my heart as now they do, Then younger than springtime, am I, Gayer than laughter, am I, Angel and lover, heaven and earth, Am I with you!
This afternoon I went to a little closed flea market in the town near the one in which I live.
It was amazing. Hundreds and hundreds of precious, extravagant, eccentric objects, playthings (we say "ninnoli", I love this little word), books, comics, VHS, clothes, paintings, furniture, cupboards, mirrors...
It was fantastic to be lost among all of that beauty. Like having found a splendid, sparkling treasure.
Unfortunately I couldn't buy anything because I stayed there short, but I wanted to buy everything that caused me emotions, something useless and unusual, but unique and mine.
Next time I'll mooch ("sgraffignare") a jewel case.
I know I'm not good enough to sing in a show and all that stuff, but I wanna believe in future and when I degree (Foreign Languages and Literature at the University of Milan) I wanna study singing and dancing and everything I love.
If I were a month, I’d be May.
If I were a day of the week, I’d be Saturday.
If I were a time of day, I’d be early afternoon.
If I were a planet, I’d be Moon.
If I were a sea animal, I’d be a sea horse.
If I were a direction, I’d be East.
If I were a piece of furniture, I’d be an antique mirror.
If I were a liquid, I’d be Vanilla tea.
If I were a gemstone, I’d be Emerald.
If I were a tree, I’d be a Silver Birch.
If I were a tool, I’d be a paint brush.
If I were a flower, I’d be Lilium or Daisy.
If I were a kind of weather, I’d be sunny.
If I were a color, I’d be Red or Green.
If I were an emotion, I’d be Hope.
If I were a fruit, I’d be an Apple.
If I were a sound, I’d be the sound of Music.
If I were an element, I’d be Air.
If I were a food, I’d be white chocolate.
If I were a place, I’d be a seaside.
If I were a material, I’d be silk.
If I were a taste, I’d taste like Candyfloss.
If I were a scent, I’d be the parfume of a thousand flowers.
If I were an animal, I’d be a cat or a rabbit.
If I were an object, I’d be a Book.
If I were a body part, I’d be Eyes.
If I were a facial expression, I’d be a Tear of Emotion.
If I were a pair of shoes, I’d be a pair of flat shoes.
Tonight I want to thank all the people that keeps standing by my side, even though sometimes I'm not that easy to them. Above all thank you to my sister Monica, who has always been patient with me, bad or good times.
I wish I could be as good as she is, but most of the time, when I'm nervous or anxious I push everybody away from me, sure that they couldn't understand. It's quite selfish, isn't it? But that's me. But the Red Queen and the White still loves each other.
I need as anybody "someone who cares" like Demi sings, but sometimes it's hard to let other people look into my heart, you'll never know what would they think. They could think bad or different from what is meant, much more positive when perhaps there's something below. There are contrasting feelings in me, a kind of hamletic doubt: let them show or just hide in myself?
Through the years I've become more reluctant to trust, because I need someone who feels the way I feel, not to be mocked down because of my not ordinary interests. To be different is not simple. So thank with all my heart to those who love me for what I am. And maybe that's why I love writing on this blog. Here I can say all the truth (at least a large part) and let my thoughts fly, when so many times I don't have the courage to say them out loud. These are reflections about the world that surrounds me and my reactions about it: this make me feel up-lifted, and in a way understood, finally. Sometimes there's not the time to be listened.
"Gift Of A Friend" (Demi Lovato)
Sometimes you think you'll be fine by yourself Cause a dream is a wish that you make all alone It's easy to feel like you don't need help But it's harder to walk on your own You'll change inside When you realize
The world comes to life And everything's right From beginning to end When you have a friend By your side That helps you to find The beauty you are When you open your heart And believe in The gift of a friend The gift of a friend
Someone who knows when you're lost and you're scared There through the highs and the lows Someone to count on, someone who cares Beside you wherever you go You'll change inside When you realize
(Chorus)
And when your hope crashed down Shattering to the ground You, you feel all alone When you don't know which way to go And there's no signs leading you home You're not alone
(Chorus)
Last night I finally saw "Alice in Wonderland" by Tim Burton with my crazy friends! As always I loved it like I loved every film directed by that damned genius, especially the colours (in italian we say "la fotografia") and the sceneries behind the strange, mad characters that populate the Wonderland, or better Underland (in the dubbing: Sottomondo).
Johnny Depp as the Mad Hatter was fantastic, even though he can't leave what I call "the redundant Jack-Sparrow-walk", but his big, sparkling, green eyes full of melancholy are unique, I must admit.
And of course Helena Bonham Carter would not disappoint us, her performance as the Red Queen was gorgeus; the age-old matter of the oldest sister and the younger made me think about me and my sister. Sometimes we youngest daughters are traited better than them, with no particular reason. A riddle peeped out: why in a Reign full of Hearts there's no love?
Finally, Alice: I've got to say that the actress who played the main character (Mia Wasikowska), the young girl getting into troubles with decisions and all that stuff, did not convince me. But it's only an opinion.
Anyway, it was a great film to see. So funny the tongue-twisters that were present in the hole screenplay (and I'm sure they also were in the original book by Lewis Carroll, who, I remind you, was a mathematician) and the characters of the Cheshire Cat (we say Stregatto) and the White Queen, who seemed to be a little insane, or as Anne Hathaway herself defined her "a punk-rock vegan pacifist".
What do you think about this film? Let me know your opinions and points of view, so that I will be able to see any other facets I was deaf about. And remember: "You’re entirely bonkers. But I’ll tell you a secret. All the best people are."
Well I'm just come home from the railway station, today I had three lessons, each lasted 2 hours: first, Italian Literature (we're reading De Amicis, an author of the post-unification), then English Literature, a brilliant essay on "The Merchant of Venice" by William Shakespeare, and last my English lesson with a native speaker, Mr. Christian Bayliss.
I simply love him, he's so adorable. Last week I had problems with trains and all that stuff because of a spoil, and the following day because of a strike. This is the premise.
I loved him, he was so gentle and friendly and polite! I was so surprised that he remembered that I was absent, that I couldn't say a word which it was not a stupid and not brilliant English 'yes'.
-Don't tell me not to fly,
I've simply got to-
This morning, it was very, very early, too early for my standards, I was standing in the subway, swinging to both the rythm of the carriage and the one of the music of iPod in my ears, and I began to think.
I was thinkin' about how it would be my life without music, and I couldn't answer to that question. It's just, you know, I live for music, it's the soundtrack of every moment of my life, I love listening to music and crooning (is this the word for "canticchiare"? I don't know) when I'm out of my house, in the streets of Milan, when I'm going to University, when I'm on the train coming home and reading (when I'm not that tired to sleep).
You know, some people prefers a Simon&Garfunkel-like "sound of silence", but silence helps when you're completely alone and you need time to think about something with great attention, or you've got headache. Music, instead, could inspire you, take you to places and times different from the one you're living, lyrics can change your day, melody can make you smile.
I can dream with music, especially when I'm listening to songs taken from a musical. They immediately remind me of that scene, that kiss, that tear, that smile. And it's magic. Even when I'm on the subway and I'd like to sing out loud every word of that song, let me be carried away from music.
That is my typical journey to and from lessons at University.
Timeline is set in the Middle Ages, which I am studying at University, they really fascinate me; a group of archeologists of the Twentieth century are taken into a Medieval France back in the past thanks a hight-tech machine and risk to change the historical events...
Guess who is in the cast? Obviously my Gerard Butler, with all his beauty and charme! Anyway, the film is really adventurous, comic but also romantic, and that's why I love it. Maybe I'll do a project about the events described in the film, if those characters really existed or not and all that stuff. It's interesting to learn new things about the past, we often know little about the Middle Ages, the obscure period of time between the Roman Empire and the Renaissance with witches, Crusades, Knights Templars... I don't know, I think it would be fascinating to study how people lived at that time, what they thought and what they believed in.
Up till now, I'm reading some boo
ks about Middle Ages, for the university, but not only for that reason, just for my personal taste: "Ivanhoe", Walter Scott; "L'uomo medioevale", Jacques Le Goff; "Guida al Medioevo", Horst Fuhrmann, and others. I wanna read the sagas by Dorothy Dunnett and Jack Whyte. (Anybody ever read books by these two writers? Feel free to tell me what you think about it)
When will I have time enough? Here again the Time!
I'm completely in love with Glee, I can't wait to see the new episodes of this wonderful "American musical comedy-drama television series" on Fox Tv, I LOVE IT!
Glee makes me feel happy, it gives me hope for the future, because I would like to live all that the characters of Glee live, sing, dance, have fun every day with friends that know you and understand your passion for music!
That's amazing.
One of my favourite musicals ever is "The Phantom of the Opera" by Andrew Lloyd Webber, in turn based on Gaston Leroux's homonyme novel, Le Fantôme de l'Opera.
Unfortunately I never had the possibility to go and see the play on stage, only seen the film version directed by Joel Schumacher in 2004, with the absolutely fascinating Gerard Butler (I do love him and his voice) as Eric and the young Emmy Rossum (which I really envy, I would love to sing with him!) as Christine Daée.
I reckon it will never be a musical like the one I'm talking about.
When I saw it I was drawning like Christine in the spell of music created by that strange character who seemed to exist only in my mind, literally: there's no voice like Butler's. His voice is both gentle, warm and wild, rough, a rock voice that best represents -in my opinion- the anger and the despair of Eric, instead of the singers of the stages I heard on YouTube, they can't compare. Her voice is too trilling, but it works to the part of the little lamb captured by the wolf; maybe I'm a little bit mean because I wanted to play that part.
My favourite song is "The Music of the Night", a sweet ballad sang by him to his obsession, the girl with the voice of an angel, to let her convince to abandon the rationality and follow the senses, that are stronger when the night is falling and no one from reality can see her. Thinking twice, I must admit that also the scene of the opera Don Juan and the song "The Point of No Return" are extremely magnetic: you can't stop looking at the Phantom seducing her with words of sensual power, surrounding her in a dance to perdition, playing a perfect Don Juan.
Just this night, the 9th of March 2010, the sequel of The Phantom is going on stage in London, set a decade after all that happened in Paris at the Opera, in Coney Island, with a title that says everything: Love Never Dies. If you go to the site http://www.loveneverdies.com/ you can find a nice web page with a map of Coney Island and other little curiosities.
I wish I could go to see it! Little pearl: the actor who plays Eric is the man in a photo (a kind of cammeo, then) in the first scenes of the movie by Schumacher, the photo of Christine's father.
Today is the 7th of March, the day we met for the first time, my sweet Andrea.
No words can explain how much I love you and what you mean to me, I found you that lucky day (Just n time, you found me, just in time, before you came my time was running low... some lyrics by Nina Simone in my head, you know music is my life, I can't help it baby) and I promise I'll never let you go.
Thank you for all the beautiful moments we shared and going to share, you're the only one for me.
And you always have the patience to listen to all my boring fantasies and future-plans and songs and the other things I'm addicted to, just because you love me, and I thank you.
So in this special anniversary I wanna show all the world that I'm yours and you're mine! And hope that who will read this will feel the same feelings that I feel when you're next to me.
I love you.
to something magical. You haven't seen it before...you see something you haven't yet caught...it's such a thrill..." 
esprime, è un mondo surreale, a volte delicato, a volte prorompente e impossibile, che ribalta le comuni concezioni e prospettive.
Stamattina per caso a Milano per la prima volta ho scoperto letteralmente questo artista, visitando la mostra di alcune sue opere al 10 Corso Como, nella Galleria Carla Sozzani, un posticino molto carino di questa grande metropoli in cui trascorro la maggior parte delle mie giornate (causa università) che non conoscevo. Insomma, una vera sorpresa!
Sono rimasta affascinata dalla luce, dai colori, dalle particolari scelte di composizione di Tim Walker (tra cui anche un paio di scatti con la coppia Tim Burton & Helena Bonham Carter), con anche i suoi personali schizzi e storyboard, annotazioni, dettagli, freccine, scarabocchi, tutto un miscuglio di idee confuse che poi si concretizzano nell'opera d'arte.
