“Just… WHY?”

Today I woke up with a polemic streak, maybe it's raining outside, it's gray, it's Saturday but it seems like an eternal Monday, or an eternal Sunday. I have lost track of time. Of space. Of me. A bit of normality is back, which then, let's face it, but who wants normality. I certainly don't. … Continua a leggere “Just… WHY?”

“The adventures of Grazia, Graziella and…”

December.

Month of emotional balances and concerns. Of old and new worries. Good intentions, sweets, gifts and spicy perfumes. And of cleaning. The time has come, I cannot postpone it, I am piling boxes of “I’ll put it in its place tomorrow” that soon I will be overwhelmed and become a protagonist of “buried in the house”.

Thr0ugh The Mirr0r

December.

Month of emotional balances and concerns. Of old and new worries. Good intentions, sweets, gifts and spicy perfumes. And of cleaning. The time has come, I cannot postpone it, I am piling boxes of “I’ll put it in its place tomorrow” that soon I will be overwhelmed and become a protagonist of “buried in the house”.

tenorWith this unattractive perspective, I decided to do a good general cleaning; I was arranging a part of the bookshop – which I think I had left for a decade because I heard the protests of the mites under eviction and the whispers of not well identified objects  – when I found this kind of notebook – three-voice diary, dating back to high school days , in which my two companions (which for privacy reasons will call Grazia and Graziella[1])and I  wrote our life in turn. All our life. It…

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“A tree, a plaid and Battenberg cake’s smell”

Because when I read I’m in three places at the same time: the physical one, the one in the novel, and the one in my head.
It does not always happen, not with all the books, there must be a specific alchemy, a certain type of writing, the plot must be very memorable, able to take me away, to make me forget the here and now.

Thr0ugh The Mirr0r

“I like autumn. The drama of it; the golden lion roaring through the back door of the year, shaking its mane of leaves. A dangerous time; of violent rages and deceptive calm, of fireworks in the pockets and conkers in the fist.” [1]

Do you believe inmagic?

tumblr_o7qhgwlrcs1uxbjjso1_500I’m not talking about hand reading or cheap nonsense.
I mean magic, the real one, the one that makes you be in two places at once, for example.

I do.
Because when I read I’m in three places at the same time: the physical one, the one in the novel, and the one in my head.
It does not always happen, not with all the books, there must be a specific alchemy, a certain type of writing, the plot must be very memorable, able to take me away, to make me forget the here and now.

“Gentleman and Players”[1]it’s…

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Classics: “Harry Potter”

Always.

I think I’ll ever get tired of this saga. To re-read it and rediscover it. To get passionate, cry, laugh, get angry with these magnificent characters.

Thr0ugh The Mirr0r

<<Mr and Mrs Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. They were the last people you’d expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious, because they just didn’t hold with such nonsense.
Mr. Dursley was the director of a firm called Grunnings, which made drills. He was a big, beefy man with hardly any neck, although he did have a very large moustache. Mrs. Dursleywas thin and blonde and had nearly twice the usual amount of neck, which came in very useful as she spent so much of her time craning over garden fences, spying on the neighbours. The Dursleys had a small son called Dudley and in their opinion there was no finer boy anywhere>>[1]

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I could write a treatise on this story because nothing before or after has moved me so deeply! 7 books (translated into 77…

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“The best thing I could learn”

Thr0ugh The Mirr0r

ban-gif-life-goes-on-live-favim-com-906053From school I learned that what you really learn are not the times tables or important dates but being with people you do not know and you really care about too little (or too much);
From tales I learned that there are bad guys but you can boycott them;
From volleyball I learned that the individual is strong but it is the group that makes the difference, that no matter how Mother Nature made you, but how you  bring out your grit, determination, strength, tenacity! ;
From the theater I learned that the real actors are all under the stage and that the best masks are the ones we wear every day. That if you believe in something you can make it happen. ;
From the reading I learned that if you know more than others you’ll always be one step ahead, and you will avoid the commonplace;
From the

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“IT IS (NOT) LUPUS”

Do you know the feeling of déjà-vu? I do, often. One of the last episodes was about the period when sitting with my brother and two friends I was preparing to spend the Thursday afternoon pre-homework with Doctor House. It was the first months of school so the teachers were still quite merciful, and the … Continua a leggere “IT IS (NOT) LUPUS”

Classics: “1984”

 “Winston Smith: Does Big Brother exist?O'Brien: Of course he exists.Winston Smith: Does he exist like you or me?O'Brien: You do not exist.”― George Orwell, 1984 Let's face it for some years now if we hear the words "Big Brother", we associate them with the famous reality show and no longer with Orwell's masterpiece ...Many people are certain … Continua a leggere Classics: “1984”

“Lunch with Felicity”

<<I trust you, Felicity. This is my drama: for better or for worse, I always believe in you.>>   When I used to come back from high school starving, I often had to wait for my brother to  return, hence to avoid eating the plate and the tablecloth, I used t turn on the TV … Continua a leggere “Lunch with Felicity”