Looking for somewhere to call home
I found love
and I call it home,
so everywhere my heart belongs
it is the place I’d love to live.
This is our situation here in Italy.
I’m safe, but some of my family members are in the Northern area, thereabouts or farther.
We are all heartbroken, because we feel so vulnerable, impossible to help, waiting for a pause, but the earth is trembling with no stop. The 20th of May we had the first big earthquake in Emilia-Romagna.
magnitude (ML) 5.9
Today we had (Ml) 5.8 In orange you can see all the earth shakes from the 20th to 29th,the 4 stars show those about magnitude (MI) 5.0 or more, in purple are today’s ones.
The thing is the earth has never stop to shake these days,and at 5 minutes to one o’clock the earth rumbled again touching 5.3 MI deepness 6.8.
I’m trying to explain doing my best, I took maps and numbers from here.
I don’t want to be polemic, but a big problem is the materia the buildings are built with, it is good but mixed up with water and sand to earn more. This scandal was exposed when some students died in L’Aquila some years ago, the college building had this problem. Crime associations are infiltrated in building business and much more in the Northern Italy, because business is there. We know that.
I’m sorry if it sounds like I’m talking politics, but everything that affects our social life is.
We don’t wanna die because some sharks can run freely.
Now it’s time to count damages, to bury our victims.
I’m worried because this is a new faille, not the same of ten days ago. The seismologists say we can have it for months. It’s horrible.
Please pray, the ones who believe, believe, the ones who dare to.
I hope I made you understand .
Goodbye sweet angel, goodby my little dream,
one day I’ll learn what happened, so I’ll be free,
I try not to think, I’m trying to be good,
’cause I have to love, you know,
‘ cause they’re what I live for.
Goodbye my last hope,
my faith in believing,
my needs and my soul.
It’s me, for sure,
I’ll learn to be a river,
flowing from the mountain top,
taking the good and the bad,
carrying them through the way
and at the end of the journey,
I’ll free bag and baggage in the sea,
’cause I’ll have learnt my lesson.
There was a little place, so little you could see the end of it by the corner of the street. There was a family in the village, so hungry for a better living,but miserably alone.
One day a guy came in the little place, looking for something new. The family was delighted, they coud use some good company. The guy became part of it, always keen to get down to work, always smiling at the others, always there. Everything was perfect, nobody to break their happiness. Everyone was working hard and helping each other to get the most of it. Time went by, parents grew old, the children grew up, but the guy never changed, he alway seemed the same guy who came in, years ago. The daughter looked at him in a different way, the guy was shy at first, he was always kind and smiling, but felt awkward about these new feelings. Day by day they came closer, no one noticed that, but a smile back above the other heads, a hand softly touching a hand, an eye looking for an other eye, their feeling grew bigger. One day, after dinner, the guy stepped outside, staring at the dark sky, looking for a star. He felt cold, but stood and started a whispered prayer. In a moment he felt embraced, so warm and soft and tight. He opened his eyes and found himself entrapped in her arms. Tears came down his cold cheeks, he took her hands and kissed them so grateful for the present. She went in front of him to gaze at him and as the nature teaches, she learnt to kiss.
Every beautiful flower loses his petals someday, so their love became the start of the end. The old parents rejected the guy with no age, he was no use anymore, he couldn’t take their girl away.
When the night came back to earth, the guy took the girl with him by hand, the family was screaming loud. Her mother crying, her father swearing, the brothers astonished could not understand, they never felt for someone.
The two of them did not hear, did not see, he opened his wings and held her tight. They flew away and never come back.
Every single time I left myself in disguise, I cuold see clearly the shadow, the dark side in the narrow street, coming closer and closer taking my breath away.
I close my eyes as I smash the mirror. The mask goes down into broken pieces, the captive soul regain new freedom.
Every day’s a song, telling a story, every story’s a place where I belong to.
I’m a free writer. I’m free because I write what I like best, I’m free because nobody pays me for that!
I have fantasies in my mind living and going, so I need to write them down, for shearing, for my peace of mynd and for the great pleasure that someone who stops here gives me.
This is my first presentation, but not really, I have another blog in my first (only?) language yet. I’d like to have a try with this one too, we’ll see.
So, good night, ’cause I’m sleeping with open eyes and welcome here.