Let's not pretend.
It doesn't always have to be all smiles-joy-cheerful.
Maybe this year we don't feel like celebrating Christmas.
To see people, to toast, to eat until we explode. Maybe we don't want all that.
To be happy at all costs.
And that's fine.
Sometimes it also happens to Oreste.
There are years when she doesn't feel like jetting off happily around the world, and that's fine. She does it because she knows how much happiness she will bring to everyone. And because she really LOVES going from house to house.
But she wanted to reassure you that she is not always-always-always 100% happy.
It's not that because you're one of Santa's reindeer, you're always wagging your tail.
Just as it is not, you have to be happy if it is Christmas.
Because it seems like you have to be happy at Christmas, but that's not the case.
And it's OK not to be happy all the time.
That's why today Oreste would like to dedicate this song to you:
Feeling like a drop in the ocean
That don't nobody notice
Maybe it's all just in your head
Feeling like you're trapped in your own skin
And now your body's frozen
Broken down, you've got nothing left
When you're high on emotion
And you're losing your focus
And you feel too exhausted to pray
Don't get lost in the moment
Or give up when you're closest
All you need is somebody to say
It's okay not to be okay
It's okay not to be okay
When you're down and you feel ashamed
It's okay not to be okay
Feeling like your life's an illusion
And lately, you're secluded
Thinking you'll never get your chance
Feeling like you got no solution
It's only 'cause you're human
No control, it's out of your hands
When you're high on emotion
And you're losing your focus
And you feel too exhausted to pray
Don't get lost in the moment
Or give up when you're closest
All you need is somebody to say
It's okay not to be okay
It's okay not to be okay
When you're down and you feel ashamed
It's okay not to be okay
When you're high on emotion
And you're losing your focus
And you feel too exhausted to pray
Don't get lost in the moment
Or give up when you're closest
All you need is somebody to say
It's okay not to be okay (ohh)
It's okay not to be okay (no, no, no)
When you're down and you feel ashamed
(When you feel ashamed)
It's okay not to be okay (no, no)
It's okay not to be okay
Clara receives a mysterious egg-shaped chest from her father on Christmas Eve, but without the key to open it. And by looking for the key, the girl suddenly finds herself in a parallel, fantastic world, divided into many kingdoms: the Kingdom of Snowflakes, the Kingdom of Flowers, the Kingdom of Sweets...
She is welcomed by a mischievous mouse and a guard named Philip, accompanying her on her journey. Clara discovers that the kingdoms are at war against the dangerous Fourth Kingdom. And she is the princess who may be able to restore peace.
A brave retelling of the original fairy tale. A journey in which to put your courage and ingenuity to good use, in steps of dance and pirouettes.
On Disney+.
by Georgi Gospodinov, W&N, 2022
"Gaustìn of my youth. Gaustìn of my desire to be another, elsewhere, inhabit another time and other rooms. We had in common an obsession with the past. With a small but essential difference. I remained a stranger everywhere, while he felt equally at home in all times. I would knock on the doors of different years, and he would already be there, opening up, letting me in and then disappearing."
Gaustìn, a bizarre character who wanders through time, opens a clinic in Zurich reserved for those who have lost their memory. The clinic is the place where the memories and stories (whether they happened or not) of those who need help for a wide variety of reasons can be sweetened, dredged up or fixed, starting with the realization that "the past is not just what happened to you. Sometimes it's what you just made up." Each floor of the building replicates a decade from the last century in detail. The prospect of a comfortable refuge from the present ends up enticing even those who are perfectly sane but wish to hole up in the past to escape the anguish of the present.
A rocambole journey through the times of the world, in the boundless continent of yesterday.