Mister "Volare"

It was an ordinary evening, around three years ago, spent in the kitchen, around pots. I suddenly stopped any activity to listen the song playing on the radio. It was something SPECIAL. Really special for me. A song I was listening for the first time. It wasn't yelled, it wasn't rushed, it wasn't exaggerated by any means. A simple, slow, touching heart, make me dream, romantic, sweet song. Exactly what a housewife needs ;-)
Back then I enjoyed those moments and I listened to that song as it was the only chance to ever listen it. When it was finished I didn't know the song's title, nor the vocalist. But thanks to Google and to "la, si, do, la, fa" I remembered from lyrics, I listened it again and again since then and still can't get enough of it. The song is Il maestro di violino.
And the singer (unknown to me until that day):

Domenico Modugno.

Yes, he's the guy, and he's the one who sang "Volare" and "Ciao, ciao bambina" for the first time. Those two songs are so popular, and he's not (probably he is popular in Italy, but internationally, not at all; or, at least, that's my feeling).
He was not only singer and songs author, but also a charming actor. He played in 45 movies, including "Il maestro di violino" and "Piange il telefono". The song Piange il telefono is one of my favorites, too.
 
I love that he was not simply singing, but he was putting a lot of passion in his music:
La lontananza, Come hai fatto, Dio come ti amo.

And he left not only huge artistic heritage, but also beautiful life heritage in his three sons Marco, Marcello e Massimo. Here singing together with Massimo: Delfini.

He surely made a better world!

P.S: thanks everyone for participating to my poll! Here are the results, showing the sad fate of a great artist not popular as much as he should...



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I would freeze time NOW

Back in my childhood I remember hearing adult people saying in the background, with nostalgic voices: "childhood... these are the most beautiful years!". We were playing carefree, without understanding the real meaning of those words, not feeling the time passing fast at all and, of course, feeling immortal. Summer holidays (15th June - 15th September) were for me entire lifetimes, passing slow, full of activities and I was even forgetting the hand write. I was having a big problem when starting school after the long summer holiday: it was hard for me to distinguish between "E" and "3".

Back then I didn't feel like they were "the most beautiful years", as I didn't have what to compare them to.

Then, when in high school and university, I heard again the same words: "these are your best years! young + healthy + carefree = fun". But again I didn't feel those years were my best ones. I think I was hoping: "something even better should come for me!".

I don't know what's in store for my future and since nothing is guaranteed, ask me NOW about freezing the time! Yes, that's the very stage of my lifetime when I would press "pause" button on my life's remote if I would have something like this.

I'm sure for me motherhood is the waited "best part of my life". And, on the other hand, I don't feel so immortal anymore :-) And I think that's another key toward the conscious happiness.

I would freeze time now, to live forever similar stories like these:

* me working on my gobelin, while Adrian and Ilaria are running through the house, chasing each other and laughing loud. These are moments when I think to myself: "what more I could ask from life? really nothing! health and a happy family are enough to declare myself the happiest!"

* I love how Adrian sets up Ilaria's chairs in the evening, after she falls asleep:

We call this image: "Baby bar closed. Sorry, we serve but water until tomorrow morning 8AM"

* we've been promoting hardly our titles ("mama" & "tata") lately. Yesterday morning I was blessed to hear "mama" for the 1st time in my life! Until then, Adrian was proud to be preferred in Ilaria's dialogues:

    ** the 1st time I've heard a clear "ma..." it was followed by a "...ta" :-))

    ** once, while speaking on the phone with Grandma from Sighisoara, Ilaria was asked by Grandma to say "mama" and she answered back with "tata", 5 times in a row :-))

P.S.: thanks to all of you who participated at my 2nd poll. Here are the results:

I'm happy to see that I have traditional readers who still enjoy the fun of snow sledding.

@ the 3 of you who answered "No": maybe you should seriously take into consideration buying a sledge. Global warming is not a joke and who knows how much time is left for us to enjoy snow!?

Kisses!

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Old Times Revival and A Dream

I must be nostalgic this time of year.. Probably all of us are. "Us" meaning adult people, who's childhood is gone.

What I miss the most this time of year is my childhood's street. The street still exists. My parents are still living there so we are visiting it often. But it's not the same. And not only because I'm grown up now. But because the times are so different.

Back then, on this time of year, there were only few cars on the street and lots of children sliding and skating; now there are lots of cars and only few children or... no child at all.

The street is a ramp of an acceptable angle. A street perfect to slide on. And we were sliding daily, for hours. There were probably 50-60 children playing on that street, in snow, every evening. The street was sound of our happy voices. And we were sliding over and over again on the same path, without getting bored, interrupted only by cold or hunger.

Nowadays it would be impossible to slide on that street, because of cars and because of lack of snow (usually they are cleaning the streets now). But the sidewalk is still there, perfect for sliding. Even so, the street is empty, still and quiet. I think children forgot the pure joy of simple playing. They need gadgets, DVDs, computer games, TV shows not to get too bored. Their imagination in playing seem to be absent.

We would love for our children a childhood as we had. That's why we try hard to revive the old times. But it's always hard to swim against the stream...

The 1st step is fulfilled:

We bought a sledge (although we have been already addressed ironically the reply: "A sledge? But what for?")

We know that before every reached stage there must be a dream.

And our personal dream looks like this:

(we love to imagine that this family is heading toward their beautiful house and not toward a certain flat)

And our reality looks like this:

(note: for the moment we are just visiting country side, not living there)

We are pretty close to our dream, isn't it?

We have the most important pieces: the child, us, the sledge and... a similar jacket for Adrian.

There are still missing some little details for the dream's puzzle to be complete: the dog (it must be a Golden Retriever) and... country living.

But dreaming is something we are really good at! ;-) 

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P.S.: thanks to all of you who participated to my 1st poll! Adrian's theory was successfully deprecated. Don't worry. He's not depressed. He still believes in it :-)



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