In evidenza

Sospiro

Tutta l’emozione, tutta la bellezza e la paura stanno racchiuse nel sospiro di Cocciante appena prima di dare inizio al capolavoro “Bella senz’anima”.

In quel momento tutto è in forse, noi aspettiamo con una lieve insofferenza che quella vicinanza al microfono diventi nulla, e si trasformi in un viaggio da vivere ad occhi chiusi.

E allora noi ascolteremo con più attenzione, con più insistenza, non adagiati ma sentendoci privilegiati. Credo stia lì il segreto del mondo. Negli attimi di lieve dimenticanza, e di inizio di un qualcosa di nuovo. L’attimo in cui dobbiamo fare quel passo, altrimenti avremmo il rimpianto tutta la vita. Quella voglia di spaccare il mondo, inevitabilmente collegata alla razionale consapevolezza che prima o poi diverremo anche noi nuvole e pioggia.

Allora io vi invito ad affinare l’orecchio – come se vi accostaste una conchiglia e sentiste il vostro mare – a cogliere quei piccoli momenti lì, in cui la vita di prima e la vita da quel frangente in poi potrebbero diventare due frutti totalmente opposti seppur dello stesso albero, in cui scorre la stessa linfa vitale. Ho deciso di prestare attenzione a questo, ai secondi di svolta, ai brividi fugaci e alle scelte folli – che non si sa dove ci porteranno – ma che costellano imprevedibilmente la nostra vita.

Annunci

Labyrinth

I was sure that the world could be described in detail with clear words and accurate images.

I discovered that it’s not always all classifiable. That nuances are important, they are revealing. That memories can be sharp but also blurred.

That emotions scratch you. Sometimes they leave the scar and others barely touch us like the wind.

I understood that humankind tends to classify all new experiences into patterns, when in reality these schemes do not exist. I will no longer classify. I will not analyze more than necessary. It’s not necessary to understand everything so deeply, when the world is superficial.

I have observed people and seen so many lost faces, when they don’t know that the map is already within their eyes.

Every mind is a labyrinth, and it’s worth going into it only as when in mythology, Arianna, in love with Theseus, helped him to go out, handing him a red thread to unfold throughout his journey. Only in that case Theseus, thanks to the will of Arianna, killed the monster in the intricate maze and came out victorious.

Because the labyrinth is personal, intimate. Made of rooms and joints, a place where other people could stumble or get lost. Everything lies in the thread, in waiting, in unfolding, a stroke of scissors was enough to leave Theseus in the wrath of the Minotaur.

But Arianna was not like all the others, with her firmness, her courage, waited for him, showed him the path to the light and so she saved him. Theseus would have never been able to go out alone, and this happens whenever we enter a path that is not ours, to see the light it’s necessary to sink into the shadow, all it takes is a wire.

Amor

Solo se ti travolge,

ti stravolge,

ti illumina,

scava negli angoli più remoti di Te – e li irradia di calore -,

ti sviscera e mette tutto in discussione,

altrimenti nulla.

L’amore è abbassare le difese, lasciare che l’altro entri, guardi i tuoi abissi e le scalate. Le vittorie e le amare sconfitte.

L’amore deve essere totalizzante, una vertigine a cui abbracciarsi.

Devi riconoscerti nel tormento delle onde dell’oceano.

Devi poter guardare il sole e urlare “c’è chi splende più di te!”.

Our competition is ourselves

Your competition is your procrastination, your low self-esteem, your continued comparison with others, your putting yourself in a bell of glass frightened by the noise of life around you.

You can’t escape life. You have to breath in, breath out and face whatever life throws at you. You are capable of everything in this world. There are no battles too difficult, but only warriors who are not sufficiently skilled.

I’m not going to say that you’ll never fail, ‘cause you’ll fall many times. You’ll change your path, you’ll get lost. You’ll change your perception of the world, of people, but never the destination. That destination that showed up inside you since your first scream. But now you’ve learned you can’t scream anymore. The only way to show your value is to grind, and to chase your dreams as a runner, not caring about anything else.

You have to be the best competitor of yourself, stop neglecting knowledge, stop nurture unhealthy thoughts or relationships. You must raise the bar. ‘Cause when you’ll be older, you’ll appreciate even more all the effort you put to build your career, your house, your circle. You’ll thank yourself for the creativity you spread, that flowed in your veins and you had the tenacity to express.

Don’t live as an observer of your own life, even if you feel to be in the first row. Get up, hit the stage, grab the microphone and start being the main character of your existence.

Raise the bar, it will be worth it.

Awareness

Even if it’s hard. Even if we are exhausted, drained. We must remember that we belong to the privileged part of the world, to the rich part. That what we consider insurmountable difficulties would be great possibilities for a huge part of the world. Today about 795 million people are undernourished globally, not to mention not having the opportunity to study, not having access to adequate medical facilities.

So, today I decide to push myself to the limit, to overcome my distorted vision of reality, to look at things from another perspective and to transform my complaints in strength.

Vorrei saperti disegnare

Comincerei dagli occhi. Provati dal tempo. Scuri, stanchi, intensi.

Mi soffermerei sulle tue mani grandi, morbide e con tante sottili rughe. Una pelle scura, costellata da nei, e le dita lunghe. Mani che emanavano protezione.

Sicuramente disegnerei le tue guance, dolci e morbide, cornici di uno splendido quadro.

Poi passerei alle tue labbra – ed il confine del labbro inferiore leggermente ripiegato sul mento – esattamente come le mie.

Non tralascerei il tuo naso grande e affusolato.

Traccerei con linee piccole e veloci le tue sopracciglia simmetriche.

Una luce sottile evidenzierebbe la tua pieghetta sotto gli occhi, che rendeva impossibile dissimulare qualsiasi emozione.

Occhi profondi, obliqui, abili. Che nascondevano una grande storia. Occhi che somigliano tanto ai miei.

Vorrei saperlo fare, invece tutte queste immagini rimangono qui con me, e restano solo una vaga proiezione dell’amore immenso che provo per te.

Amore che per la sua resistenza, non ha bisogno dell’esistenza dell’oggetto d’amore.

Invece, nella mia testa c’è intrappolata una galleria d’arte, che non potrò mai esprimere, in cui tu sei il quadro più bello.

“Quando scende la bellezza in fondo al cuore…

quando scende la tristezza e invade gli occhi”

My way

History. Art. Wonder. Power. Discovery.

We carry within us the roots from which we were born, that shape our spirit, our character, our unique way of looking at the world.

And I never, ever thought I could dream so intensely of my wonderful city at sunset, and feel the tangible absence of my family.

Although I know that in order to achieve great goals, we must have the courage to choose very high peaks.

I chose mine, and I am willing to spit out blood in order to be able to build the future I have always dreamed of.