Just watch it!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ncj0fLNlQNk

“Yesterday is gone. Tomorrow has not yet come. We have only today. Let us begin.”

“The most terrible poverty is loneliness, and the feeling of being unloved.”

Letter to a dear friend

My dearest,

you know the sadness you sometimes wake up with. That sadness which wraps you like a shroud and doesn’t allow  you to see beyond yourself. Today is one of those days. You would only like to stay alone even if, probably, being with other people, is the best thing to shake the sadness off yourself.

Life goes on, time goes by relentlessly and you live or, better to say, you look at the life passing by, without having the courage to change yourself. I am annoyed, I am fed up with not having the courage to change. In these days everything shuts, even the desire of crying is blocked, locked inside, and you would only wish to sleep, but to sleep is not enough, it is never enough! You would wish to push away the people who love you and stay alone, sometimes their love chokes you. The absolute loneliness is what you want, almost like you were ashamed to live and you would like to be invisible, a ghost lurking in the world of the living beings. This is what you see if you stop and try to look at what is beyond the shroud that wraps you up. You feel a powerful force inside your chest that would will to come out but it doesn’t and, little by little, wears you out. I remember that summer night on the wharf, sipping our red wine. In that exact moment I realized that you too, sometimes, feel the same. It is difficult to get rid of that powerful force, maybe, only a mother who hugs you could be able to do it, when you are still a child, but now that mother is not here anymore. She is not here anymore for us grown-ups who have to live our lives as adults.

 Letting ourselves being helped by the people who love us could help,somehow, but that force which strangles us prevents us from doing so. I know what I should do and yet I am not able to do it. I wish I could cry. I cannot. When I was a child I used to cry a lot and crying was so restorative, so useful. I remember myself locked inside the bathroom, hours after hours, or at night under the sheets before falling asleep. Somehow I very much  liked to cry. I liked the sensation I used to feel after crying. It was like having rest after a hard physical work. I felt empty of anguish, somehow more serene and quiet, sort of a virtual mother who cradled me, even if I was alone, actually. In these days I would like to cry for the same reason, to create a hole in the shroud which tightens me up like a straightjacket. I would like to scream and I cannot, I would like to break everything and I cannot, I would like to tell the world: “let me do whatever I want!”. What do I want? To say “I want to feel good” it is not enough. I know that it is me who has to lead my own life but I do not know how.

 Sometimes listening to the others is a good thing because they know what does good to you. They will tell you the same things you yourself would tell a dear friend you love, and yet you don’t follow their advice.

I’m about to blow up, more and more this ugly force is screaming inside myself, like a monster  who wants to tear me apart, a devil with red eyes spitting fire, who scratches your own flesh and drinks your own blood. Silence, maybe the silence makes me understand what is happening these days. If only I could have a little silence like right now, to vomit all that I have got inside. But nobody is listening.

Can writing be like that easing weeping? Not anymore, not now. When you think about happy people you feel envy, and pain at the same time. Pain, because you know that nothing was given them by chance. We were not born happy, we become happy. Happy people have built their own happiness. Enjoying a sunset, enjoying nature, enjoying the silence reading a book, is a very simple thing that can give happiness. Maybe in the past, yes maybe, I felt that happiness but for ages it hasn’t happened anymore. Sure, there are moments, sort of flashes, but they don’t last long.

Sometimes it is like I am living a double life. One life lives inside myself, a life I hide from everybody, a life I live with my own thoughts. People who know me can just feel a hint of it, like if someone lived inside myself in another dimension they are not allowed to go. They feel it but they don’t know what it could be, like listening to a ghost speaking a foreign language they don’t understand. From the outside acts the so-called real life. But which one  is the real life? The life that everybody can see and interpret or the other one? It is a continuous fight. Which one will be the winner?

It is so difficult to express sensations using words. Sometimes writers succeed, those who are very good at it, but above all the painters. In a painting they can describe pain, anguish, happiness, love. Nevertheless, those are again sensations, nobody will ever know what the painter was feeling  at the moment he draw the lines and put on the colors. Again it is impossible to enter inside that inner dimension.

I don’t even know why I am writing these words. I would like somebody to listen to me even if he can’t understand me. A few minutes ago I thought it was necessary, now I realize that these words are incomprehensible even to myself. Nevertheless I want you to listen to them even if you don’t understand.For sure you will feel a sensation and this means a lot to me. Destiny made us meet and at the same time put a barrier between us two, the distance. We don’t know whether this is a good or a bad thing, we can’t judge it. For sure you can understand, at least partially, my words which seem absurd and crazy but which are not.

Dolceacqua

Hősök tere

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NVv0jH33nL4&feature=related

LA VITA E' BELLA

NOTHING TO SAY

Just listen to it!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YHL25VsBkHQ&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BaV633eoH5c&feature=related
and watch it
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CUbfH0CHrIw

YES I HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY

IS LIFE THAT BEAUTIFUL!?!?!?

WHERE DO I BEGIN?

JUST AN ORDINARY STORY

MALE Version

Where do I begin
To tell the story of how great a love can be
The sweet love story that is older than the sea
The simple truth about the love she brings to me
Where do I start

With her first hello
She gave new meaning to this empty world of mine
There'd never be another love, another time
She came into my life and made the living fine
She fills my heart

She fills my heart with very special things
With angels songs , with wild imaginings
She fills my soul with so much love
That anywhere I go I'm never lonely
With her around, who could be lonely
I reach for her hand, it’s always there

How long does it last
Can love be measured by the hours in a day
I have no answers now but this much I can say
I know Ill need her till the stars all burn away
And she’ll be there

How long does it last
Can love be measured by the hours in a day
I have no answers now but this much I can say
I know I’ll need her till the stars all burn away
And she’ll be there

FEMALE Version

Where do I begin?
To tell the story of how great a love can be
The sweet love story that is older than the sea
The simple truth about the love he brings to me
Where do I start?

Like a summer rain
That cools the pavement with a patent leather shine
He came into my life and made the living fine
And gave a meaning to this empty world of mine
He fills my heart

He fills my heart with very special things
With angels' songs, with wild imaginings
He fills my soul with so much love
That anywhere I go, I'm never lonely
With him along, who could be lonely
I reach for his hand, it's always there

How long does it last?
Can love be measured by the hours in a day?
I have no answers now, but this much I can say
I'm going to need him till the stars all burn away
And he'll be there

He fills my heart with very special things
With angels' songs, with wild imaginings
He fills my soul with so much love
That anywhere I go, I'm never lonely
With him along, who could be lonely
I reach for his hand, it's always there

How long does it last?
Can love be measured by the hours in a day?
I have no answers now, but this much I can say
I'm going to need him till the stars all burn away
And he'll be there

 

LA TIMIDEZZA DELLE ROSE

DEDICATED TO PEOPLE WHO KNOW HOW TO LOVE, REJOICE AND CRY

THE MOTH

All that was left of the moth which had been flying around the room was a slight haze of smoke around the lamp and a faint smell of burning. Looking at the wisp of smoke, Diana wondered what had driven the moth to throw herself into the light.

THE MOUNTAIN

“Imagine a mountain… From the top of this mountain, the view is wonderful. You want to be there, but the summit seems so far away that you lose hope of reaching it. You give up, saying, ‘I'll never get there.’
“The truth is, the footsteps of the ones who reached the top were no bigger than yours. But they’d just gone on putting those small footsteps one after the other. It’s not miracles which make the impossible happen, it’s perseverance. This is how water wears away rocks; this is how the people of the 21st century hear roses sing.”

HEARING ROSES

"Hearing roses is easy. Very easy. All you have to do is either recall what you’ve forgotten, or forget all you’ve been taught.”

LA TIMIDEZZA DELLE ROSE

THE MISSING ROSE

A  MEGTALÁLT RÓZSA

KAYIP GÜL

good time

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_rpJhJApEJc

I am a rose

“I’m nothing great. But I’m a rose… I’m a rose whether I’m admired or not, I’m a rose whether anyone’s crazy about me or not… Like I said, nothing great. Just a rose… But, do you know what it means to be a rose, my friend? Being a rose means ‘freedom.’ It means not existing by the praises of Others or not ceasing to exist by their disapproval.”  

Doesn't that make you think?

Se questo ti fa pensare sei un grande, se questo ti fa soffrire sei ancora più grande. Se ti fa sorridere, meriti davvero tanto. Se non ti dice niente.... beh..... non so proprio che dire.

SALEM

There are moments in life when you miss someone so much that you just want to pick them from your dreams and hug them for real!
 When the door of happiness closes, another opens; but many times we look so long at the closed door that we don't see the one, which has been opened for us.
Don't go for looks; they can deceive.
Don't go for wealth; even that fades away.
Go for someone who makes you smile, because it takes only a smile to
make a dark day seem bright.
Find the one that makes your heart smile.
Dream what you want to dream; go where you want to go; be what you want to be, because you have only one life and one chance to do all the things you want to do.
May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human and enough hope to make you happy.
The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way.
The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past; you can't go forward in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches.

When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling.
Live your life so at the end, you're the one who is smiling and everyone
around you is crying.

another day, another night

Underneath your dreamlit eyes
Shades of sleep have driven you away.
The moon is pale outside
And you are far from here.
Breathing shifts your careless head
Untroubled by the chaos of our lives.
Another day - another night
Has taken you again my dear.

Eccomi qua! Here I am!

Ho seguito il tuo consiglio e sono qua.
I just followed your advice today.