Quisque

Quisque faber fortunae suae

La polvere

"molto lontano, tipo... a Ivrea"

white mills

a friend met me in my thoughts. and the mind went back to that summer. I feel like that white mill is not real. It was. Now something else will come. Maybe a red skyscraper or a brown igloo.

Many years have passed since those summer days
Among the fields of barley
See the children run as the sun goes down
As you lie in fields of gold

jasmine

I drink jasmine tea and it smells like you. and in my memory your sweet smile and that mole.

can i make you cry?

once you were admired with what I wrote about mum. well, now it looks like i can do that for you. because we tend to forget the good things we have achieved in our life.

we come from a good family. maybe a little suffocating. this attachment to 'home' makes us somehow weak.

but maybe you never realized your achievements and your role for me. from you I learnt to believe. to believe in solidarity and not just charity. in being active. in taking part. in democracy as participation. in fighting for my rights. in loving people as human beings.

you going to demonstrations. you going to ex-Yugoslavia to help children. you conjugating God and left-wing ideas, recalling me the basic ideas that Jesus thaught us.

i learnt that one is not his profession. that if one does not like his job, can look for something different. that my future had not necessarily to be becoming a wife and mother. or not only.

from you I learnt that parents are important, but are human and make mistakes. And what they say is not always right. Even though dad thinks so.

I love you,

sista

padremadre

Father, yellow and tired eyes,
in his eyebrows his pain to tell to me...
Mother, long skirt to her hips,
on his cheeks the years and the dinners with relatives ...
Can't you hear me? Or you do not listen to me,
while I cry with closed eyes under the bed.
Father, and if I miss you
it is because I gave more importance to my complaints ...
Mother, why are you crying?
But didn't you tell me that each tear is a secret?
And I believe it, but I don't see you
while I shout and sing my first notes!

But if there isn't a song that can take my place,
here it is, it is as if you were with me!

Father, a thousand years,
and how many bombs have exploded in your memory!
Mother, among your jewelry
am I still the most precious diamond?
But you do not listen to me, you do not hear me,
while I depart on the ship of the powerful ones!

...

Father, yellow and tired eyes,
try still to enlighten me with your sayings ...
Mother, throw the clothes,
and try again, if you want, to cuddle me,
because I miss you,
and if I am been so far it was just to save me!
So far it was only to save me!
So far it was only to save me!

mamma

did u ever have the sensation that your is the best mum in the world? and that your family is the greatest luck of your life?

I do!

Mamma, son tanto felice
perché ritorno da te.
La mia canzone ti dice
ch'è il più bel sogno per me!
Mamma son tanto felice...
Viver lontano perché?

Mamma, solo per te la mia canzone vola,
mamma, sarai con me, tu non sarai più sola!
Quanto ti voglio bene!
Queste parole d'amore che ti sospira il mio cuore
forse non s'usano più,
mamma!,
ma la canzone mia più bella sei tu!
Sei tu la vita
e per la vita non ti lascio mai più!

Sento la mano tua stanca:
cerca i miei riccioli d'or.
Sento, e la voce ti manca,
la ninna nanna d'allor.
Oggi la testa tua bianca
io voglio stringere al cuor.

Mamma, solo per te la mia canzone vola,
mamma, sarai con me, tu non sarai più sola!
Quanto ti voglio bene!
Queste parole d'amore che ti sospira il mio cuore
forse non s'usano più,
mamma!,
ma la canzone mia più bella sei tu!
Sei tu la vita
e per la vita non ti lascio mai più!
Mamma... mai più!

Mom, I'm so happy 
because I come back to you. 
My song tells you 
which it is the most beautiful dream for me! 
Mom, I'm so happy ... 
Living far away, why? 

Mom, only for you my song is flying, 
Mom, you will be with me, you will no longer be alone! 
How much I love you! 
These words of love which my heart whispers to you
perhaps are out of fashion... 
Mom!
but my best song is you! 
You're the life 
and all life long I will not leave you again! 

I feel your tired hand 
searching for my golden curls. 
I hear, and your voice is fading away, 
the lullaby you used to sing me. 
Today your white head 
I want to hug near my heart. 

you

What's the sense of trying hard to find a dream without someone to share it with?

Nobody can cope with a disaster and survive if he does not have the feeling that someone cares his fate.

Yes, I do. I marry you. I want to share. And  I want to care your fate. Actually, I already do. And that is so natural and overwhelms me with happiness.

growing up

I've grown up. In my family. That was an happy family. Or, out of illusion, has always been a good family. 

And while growing, like many others, I've developed this habit I have. And I could not understand what was it. And the people around me could or did not want to understand too.

family, sweet family

My mother, my mother, she hold me, 
she hold me when I was out there.

My father, my father, he liked me, 

oh, he liked me, does anyone care?

Understand, what I've become it wasn't my design, 
and people everywhere think something better that I am.

I miss you, I miss 'cause I liked it, 'cause I liked it 
when I was out there. 
D'you know this, d'you know you did not find me? 
You did not find, does anyone care?