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

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

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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.”

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

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

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

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.