Moody soul

It happens to you sometimes, that you really don't feel in the right mood, no reasons, you really don't care, just cross your arms and keep your mouth shut? How beautiful can be the relationship between the earth and the human soul, priceless.

Waiting at a stop

I know, it's been a while now since my last post, but really nothing exciting happened this week here at home. My friendly aunt went to Egypt with a friend of hers, my sister's girlfriend left for Chicago for the next 6 months in order to study Robotics @ University of Illinois, my best male friend went to Rimini, a famous Italian city on the North-east coast on holiday with family, my best female friend is going to drown herself under books about Italian literature, cause she has to repair the damages of her last school year with an exam in September. What about me? I'm sucking. Waiting like Harry Potter that summer goes on, pushing the Hot weather out of my room, keeping me sexy with some exercises and playing piano. What about your summer time? I can hardly believe it's as yeah!! as mine! But what can I do? Nothing is part of the Life, after all.

Italian troubles

I wanna share with you today my huge disappointment about the current work from Italian politicians. The 2008 elections gave the chance to govern to the right center parties, The conservative party wich leader is the SADLY famous and rich Berlusconi, and another right small growing party called "Lega Nord". Without the votes from Lega, Berlusconi couldn't be able to hold the government, so we have been assisting to a continuous blackmail from this small part of the Majority. Lega Nord is born as a party in order to reach the indipendence of Northern Italy, which, though being the same to Southern Italy about culture, religion, language and every piece that build a country, is the richest zone in it. The party is driving the government to approve laws in order to reject immigrants, to drive back to the South the Southern workers that stay in Northern Italy, to increase the knowing of northern dialects, to get higher salaries at Northern Italy, cause they have a "higher" cost of life. But the government MAYBE doesn't know here in South we have to spend a lot of money to move by ourselves, cause we have no good public transports, to TREAT our illnesses, cause we have bad hospitals so who want to be sure of his health has to move to North, to GO to university, cause they are much better in Northern Italy, to GET a JOB, to FIGHT against MAFIA. I'm still asking myself WHY an anti-nationalist and racist party like this is allowed to exist on the public scene. On their wall propagandas you can read "Fight against the thief Rome" or "American Indians accepted immigrants, now they live in Reserves" or "Let's TORTURE immigrants, it's called legal defence". They make me feel disgusted. How about politics in your countries? Are parties like this permitted? Luckily here in Southern Italy, we can comfort on our beautiful beaches, dancing on the music of Monday Night, tasting a delicious granita. You know what I mean? Smile.

Ready to play?

Waiting for my friends to going out tonight, I've just had a look to a movie I never had the will to watch: The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian. I chose not to watch Narnia movies a huge time ago, since I read the book by that exceptional WRITER C.S. Lewis was. I stated it in my mind cause, reading Narnia I really built a fantasy country inside of me, with castles, trees, rivers, speaking animals and deep feelings. I think it's been one of the most powerful and influential (on me) books I've ever had on my reading shelf. Well, I finally broke up my promise and watched it a few minutes ago. It didn't destroy that world I told you, rather it cleaned my memories about it. I just had a DEEP thought on the last moments of the movie, when Aslan the lion tells Peter and Susan will never come back to Narnia again. It raised strange feelings in me, making me remember one more time how much life is similar to a roulette. It never takes a rest, continuing to run far away towards new numbers, directions, new people, new worlds. And never looks back. We can't be sure it's going to have a happy ending, we even can't be sure about what "happy" really is, we can't choose the company, the place, the time. We only keep our money (our soul) on it, like in a game of chance. Pull out the sword. Are you ready to play? Not yet? Life doesn't care. 3, 2, 1, go.

Camping on the city beach

The night between 10th and 11th August is something special for people who has grown and lived here in this zone of Sicily.We all celebrate this night, St Lorenzo, and go camping to our main beaches. So, my friends and I packed some our stuff (money, drinks, cigarettes, swim-suits, sweatshirts) and went to Black Stones Beach, the most crowded beach in the area, cause of its saharian dunes (despite its name) and its clean sea. We spent the night there, swimming in the dark, walking among the tents, drinking some Caipiroskas. About them, the barman was a bit distract or blissfully happy, cause he packed our glasses with pure vodka end a drop of fruit juice, just a little to make it colourful. So, when our glasses were empty and the music made all the people around dance, we just looked, smelt and sounded like a nice company of gone mad screaming monkeys....sob. Many drinks and chats later, we were a little tired, sitting on the sand and looking at the sunrise. Wow. Just poetic.

This is me, back home in the morning, after a small warm croissant.

Confessions on a walking floor

Okay, OK!!! Just don't shout, I have to apologize. I was a little wrong about love movies. Yesterday I was channel-surfing AGAIN in front of my new 40 inches TV that fell from the sky to my kitchen, replacing a 23 years old small (bad vision) television, just because Euronics gave it to us on a special offer. So I came upon a very deep touching love story, "Away from her", realised 2006. The film stars Gordon Pinsent and Julie Christie as a couple whose marriage is tested when Christie's character begins to suffer from Alzheimer's and moves into a nursing home, where she loses virtually all memory of her husband and begins to develop a romance with another nursing home resident. J. Christie is an AWESOME actress!!! I loved two great moments of the movie: the first one's about a book "Letters from Iceland" by W.H. Auden; Grant (Pinsent) brings it to Fiona (Christie), but she doesn't even remember her favourite old book. "Where is Iceland?" she asks Grant; "It's in the middle of Atlantic Ocean, it's your birthplace". The second one is the end: "You could have just driven away without a care in the world for me, and forsaken me". It made me think for the 1st time to the meaning of merriage. "Not a chance" is Grant's answer.

But let's talk about my great Saturday night! My friends and I went to a small pub to see the awkward concert of a band wich played and sang cartoons' songs!!! WOW. The waitresses wore like Pippi Longstocking!! But they made us wait for a HOUR to get the orders!!!!! It seemed a candid camera when a ridicolous waitress told me "I'm sorry, kitchen's closed". She brought me a dish of chips, a Caipiroska and...........nothing more! What???! I was REALLY hungry and angry. Btw we moved to the Main Street, it was very crowded and a group of tourists were walking around the city with only their PANTS on......I would have joined them or at least taken a photo, but too many people know me here at my home town -.-" so I wasn't brave enough..! Or drunk enough, make your choose =) Turning back home, we just chatted about our private events, concerning children, strange messages and red lace underwear, ahahh, but this's another stupid teenage story!

Who cares?

Yesterday evening I was SADLY alone at home, cause my parents went out at 9 p.m. and my sister is currently on holiday with his boyfriend at Vulcano (Aeolian Islands). I was supposed to be patient and wait until midnight to go out with my friends..I know, I live in a touristic place, so we, YOUNG GENERATION, go out very late. I started walking to and fro around a long table in my kitchen, thinking about what to do:

1) switch on the computer and be extremely jobless.

2) open the piano and start studing, so be an incredibly hard worker.

3) switch on the TV and start channel-surfing.

I chose the third option, so there's me on the sofa, crying and crying in a fountain way about "The kite runner" on SKY cinema. Finally a touching movie which doesn't talk about love BUT friendship. Love sometimes can be petty, banal, quite boring even if some love stories are really catching and deserve to be called love. Friendship is (don't get angry with me for this plz!) instead something deeper, more fragile and complicated. The movie tells the story of Amir, a young boy from the Wazir Akbar Khan district of Kabul, who betrayed his best friend Hassan, the son of his father's Hazara servant, and lives in regret. The story is set against a backdrop of tumultuous events, from the fall of the monarchy in Afghanistan through the Soviet invasion, the mass exodus of refugees to Pakistan and the United States, and the rise of the Taliban regime. Amir escapes to California, but, years later, it takes care of Hassan's son, Sohrab. His character goes vendicated, the coward baby turns a man. I loved Amir, in the end, talking to Sohrab: "Do you want me to run the kite for you? For you a thousand times over". It just seemed like is childhood friend was there still alive, giving a hug to him, whatching his son from the sky. A grown man running with a swarm of screaming children. But, for a friend, who cares?

Life less serious

I was having lunch on Friday with my family, mom, dad and my older sister. While he was eating pasta, my dad said "There will be a gay pride in the evening. What kind of people could go there?". I swallowed my pasta quite normally and stated: "I do". "Marjane invited me and I think I'll go". "Why?", "because I'm a polite person who respect others". I don't wanna say now that my dad is a racist or that I'm gay, but the "kind of racism" atmosphere drive me nervous, and that's all. I arrived to see only the ending speech of the pride, but the idea is what's worth. Many people don't understand

homosexuality is perfectly natural and normal, though we are already in 2009! Someone says God didn't create us for this, and that gay people goes against nature. "Ignorants", I'm tempted to think; what the hell do they know about God's purposes, we can't be even sure he (or she) exists. They say they believe in Jesus, but isn't he died for love? And isn't gay love love? In ancient Greece, my history professor told us, it was an every-day thing to see, like someone's going to take a coffee. Furthermore many animals practise homosexuality. So? What's wrong people? Just take life as it comes, make your choose and respect others' chooses. They're funny and wise too!

Just to be a little frivolous I'll tell you of a really great party I went yesterday evening. We smoked chocolate cigars and changed our voices with the helium of the balloons =) BUT, even in the perfect parties something goes wrong. The peaceful smoking pleasure went broken by a reaaally easy-going guy who still believes Italian politics worths something! And, thinking about people that today seat in our Parliament, I think that guy is going to seat there too someday, but it's not a compliment, soooo sorry! =) Another political question: do you think abstention from voting to the elections would be a way to express your idea or just uncaring attitude? Cause I argued also about this..My dear friend Pabla thinks that not voting stays for not caring. I thought this way until a wedding, where, in order to defeat the boring cerimony power, a kind lady told me she didn't believe in democracy. "It's not sure that the majority is always right". Mmmm, thinking of this idea and the politicians we have (here in Italy), I really find interesting the non vote option.