Monday, June 24, 2013

DEATH OF AN ADDICT


My heart is filled with anger, pain

Poor necessity that steals my friend’s remains

Indecent to throw yourself into the flames thinking yourself immortal

Refuge?

No.

Run

What has been will not return

The pain remains


Wednesday, May 22, 2013

THE BIOGRAPHY OF MAURICE UTRILLO

For the week dedicated to this great artist I want to share with you one of his most beautiful paints and also post a link for his biography , for me very interesting





Tuesday, May 21, 2013

THE RAIN IN THE PINEWOOD - GABRIELE D'ANNUNZIO

Though our different political ideas I want to begin this collection og classical with one of the greatest Italian poets of the '900, Gabriele D'Annunzio


THE RAIN IN THE PINEWOOD

Hush. On the edge
Of the woods I do not hear
Words which you call
Human; but I hear
Words which are newer
Spoken by droplets and leaves
Far away.
Listen. Rain falls
From the scattered clouds.
Rain falls on the tamarisks
Briny and parched.
Rain falls on the pine trees
Scaly and bristling,
Rain falls on the myrtles-
Divine,
On the broom-shrubs gleaming
With clustered flowers,
On the junipers thick
With fragrant berries,
Rain falls on our faces-
Sylvan,
Rain falls on our hands-
Naked,
On our clothes-
Light,
On the fresh thoughts
That our soul discloses-
Renewed,
On the lovely fable
That yesterday
Beguiled you, that beguiles me today,
O Hermione.
Do you hear?
The rain is falling
On the solitary
Greenness
With a crackling that persists
And varies in the air
According to the foliage
Sparser, less sparse.
Listen.
The weeping is answered
By the song
Of the Cicadas
Which are not frightened
By the weeping of the South wind
Or the ashen sky
And the pine tree
Has one sound, and the myrtle
Another sound, and the juniper
Yet another, instruments
Different
Under numberless fingers.
And we are
Immersed in the spirit
Of the woodland,
Alive with arboreal life;
And your ecstatic face
Is soft with rain
As a leaf
And your hair
Is fragrant like
The bright broom-flowers,
O earthly creature
Whose name is
Hermione.
Listen, listen. The harmony
Of the high-borne cicadas
Gradually becomes
Fainter
Beneath the weeping
That grows stronger;
But a song mingles with it-
Hoarser,
Rising from down there,
From the far damp shade.
Fainter and weaker
It slackens, fades away.
Only one note
Still trembles, fades away.
Rises again, trembles, fades away.
One hears no sea voice.
Now one hears upon all the foliage,
Pelting,
The silvery rain
That cleanses,
The pelting that varies
According to the foliage
Thicker, less thick.
Listen.
The daughter of the air
is mute; but the daughter
Of the miry swamp, in the distance,
The frog,
Is singing in the deepest shade,
Who knows where, who knows where!
And rain falls on your lashes,
Hermione.
Rain falls on your black eyelashes
So that you seem to weep
But from pleasure; not white
But made almost green,
You seem to emerge from bark.
And within us all life is fresh,
Fragrant,
The heart in our breasts is like a peach
Untouched,
The eyes between the eyelids
Are like springs in the grass,
The teeth in their sockets
Are like bitter almonds.
And we go from thicket to thicket,
Now joined, now apart
(And the rough green vigour
Entwines our ankles,
Entangles our knees)
Who knows where, who knows where!
And rain falls on our faces-
Sylvan,
Rain falls on our hands-
Naked,
On our clothes-
Light,
On the fresh thoughts
That our soul discloses-
Renewed,
On the lovely fable
That yesterday
Beguiled me, that beguiles you today,
O Hermione.”

Monday, May 20, 2013

ART AND POETRY - MAURICE UTRILLO AND THE CONFUSION OF THE ALCOHOLISM PART 1



I would like to join my poetry with some artwork and give a picture to my verses ... I chose one of my favorite painters, namely Maurice Autrillo.

He was the son of the great painter Suzanne Valadon and He had  from his life more than one bitterness so to dim the pain, like many of us,  took refuge in the warmth of the bottle.
To tell the truth, his addiction was caused initially by his grandmother who was frightened by seizure of his nephew and tried to calm his crisis using alcohol .
This caused him serious problems all over his life.
I begin today to tell his story combining it with some of his most beautiful paintings

Sunday, May 19, 2013

GIPSY FESTIVAL




I want to hear the music of violins that extends beyond any frontier

The laughter of children, singing, dancing, wine flowing

Manele and gipsy dances

Rom, Sinti and Kalé

Let us unite under one starry sky

Because the law defends the rights of everyone

Against a foolish xenophobia

For true equality

A brotherhood among men

Friday, May 17, 2013

INTERVIEW TO ERMENEGILDO PULZETTI


I take this opportunity to congratulate myself with the "Pulzettian reader"  Mark Shuster and his degree with honors and his thesis dedicated to me, "Ermenegildo Pulzetti und seine Geditche."
I hope that it bring you a lot of satisfaction ... I'm really honored.
I remind to all readers of South America the beautiful  service on Channel 7 the next Saturday and also I post here the link of a recent interview with an   Argentinian blogger interested in Italian music and culture (Soon It will be also translated into English)

LINK INTERVIEW

Thursday, May 16, 2013

THE BOOK OF THE WEEK : CATCH A FIRE BY TIMOTHY WHITE


The book that I present today tells about the life of one of the greatest icons of the last century, the Jamaican musician (term reductive for him)  Bob Marley.
The peculiarity of this text is that rather than being a true biography is the story of the character ... mystical anecdotes, improbable stories  and everything revolved around this incredible figure.
It 's interesting for the fan but also for the one who wants to learn more about what this man has represented for millions of people ...though I must premise that the truth of certain facts I don't think is verifiable.

Don't you expect a text that analyzes the personality of man but rather the story of a myth that embodies a lifetime.
A reading, however, essential for anyone who wants to get close to reggae music and its legends.