6 December
Hold me tight
Today, Oreste is buzzing and wants to charge and comfort you with a song.
After all, it is Monday: a new week begins! For some, the luckiest ones, a continuous holiday; for others, a day of work.
You need some energy.
It's a rock song, but the lyrics are a bit gloomy and make us reflect on our living period. And on the urgency of always having to be better than you are. Of having to do more because others do more, of never being up to others' expectations, never reaching that goal, and not knowing what to do.
The authors themselves, FASK, describe it like this: "Time passes inexorably, like a wheel again and again, and if on the one hand, it's nice to be constantly stimulated and projected towards the future, on the other hand, you end up feeling a strong sense of unease".
Oreste holds us tightly and assures us that she feels the same way, often: powerless in front of everything that goes on around her.
She squeezes us a little tighter.
She reminds us to take a moment to love ourselves as we are, to detach ourselves from the whirlwind of things happening, to slow down. It's OK.
Ohm-reste.
Let's give ourselves 5 minutes to let loose and get away from the hustle and bustle of the day and the evil thoughts. Let's throw out all that performance anxiety, screaming it at the top of our lungs.
Let it out!
"Stupida Canzone" - Fast Animals and Slow Kids
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Non ho sogni, non produco, non ho fatto il militare
Siamo frutto di noi stessi e infatti non mi riconosco
Ancora all'università quando mio padre era già adulto
E basta con questa ossessione di sorridere al futuro
Mi fa deprimere più questo di chi crede nel destino
E basta con le sigarette, con le birre fuori posto
Basta con i sentimenti tanto non servono a molto
Mi guardo allo specchio, non vedo il riflesso
Ognuno ha il suo posto e allora il mio dov'è?
Uno la mia voce, due le mie parole
Tre sono le note di una stupida canzone
Uno cosa voglio, due cosa mi aspetto
Tre stringimi forte che non so che fine faccio
Trovami una via, fammi andare un po' più in alto
Sfuggirò alle leggi come un fiore nell'asfalto
Non ci credo, no, ma ci proverò lo stesso
Come un origami io mi piego e non mi spezzo
Mi guardo allo specchio non vedo il riflesso
Ognuno ha il suo posto e allora il mio dov'è?
Uno la mia voce, due le mie parole
Tre sono le note di una stupida canzone
Uno cosa voglio, due cosa mi aspetto
Tre stringimi forte che non so che fine faccio
E forse calano i mercati
E forse non ti vedrò più
Se poi spengono le luci mi ritrovi quaggiù
Crolla il tetto del teatro
Crolla il pubblico in TV
Crolla il futuro di uno stato
Ma chi crolla sei tu
Uno la mia voce, due le mie parole
Tre sono le note di una stupida canzone
Uno cosa voglio, due cosa mi aspetto
Tre stringimi forte che non so che fine faccio
Tre stringimi forte
Tre stringimi forte
Uh, tre stringimi forte
Uh, tre stringimi forte stanotte
Sometimes when I think of it I want to scream
I have no dreams, I don't produce, I’ve never been in the army
We are fruit of ourselves and in fact I don't recognise myself
I was still at university when my father was already an adult.
Enough with this obsession of smiling at the future.
This depresses me more than those who believe in destiny
And no more cigarettes, no more misplaced beers
No more feelings, they're not much use
I look in the mirror, I don't see my reflection
Everyone has his place, so where is mine?
One is my voice, two are my words
Three are the notes of a stupid song
One what I want, two what I expect
Three hold me tight I don't know where I'm going
Find me a way, let me go a little higher
I'll escape the laws like a flower in the asphalt
I don't believe it, no, but I'll try anyway
Like an origami I bend and I don't break
I look at myself in the mirror I don't see my reflection
Everyone has his place, so where is mine?
One is my voice, two are my words
Three are the notes of a stupid song
One what I want, two what I expect
Three hold me tight I don't know where I'm going
And maybe the markets will fall
And maybe I won't see you anymore
If the lights go out I'll be down here again
The roof of the theatre collapses
The TV audience collapses
The future of a state collapses
But the one who collapses is you
One is my voice, two are my words
Three are the notes of a stupid song
One is what I want, two is what I expect
Three hold me tight I don't know where I'm going
Three hold me tight
Three, hold me tight
Uh, three, hold me tight
Uh, three, hold me tight tonight
Useless advice
Hold someone tight.
Chocolat
Two strangers arrive in a close-minded and hypocritical French village and open a chocolate shop during Lent. This choice will cause scandal and turmoil in the town's inhabitants, who will be overwhelmed by the sweet creations of Vianne and Anouk. Chocolate becomes the sweet weapon that Vianne will use to help people unlock fears and senseless restrictions.
A film that literally conquers your heart and palate. Sensual, provocative, full of pleasure, it opens your mind to how fear of the unknown blocks and creates unnecessary and limiting walls.
Enchanting, delicate and almost magical, even though it talks about a different time of year, it makes us realize the importance of trying new flavours.
A thousand shades and flavours of chocolate are waiting to be enjoyed: what are you waiting for?
Definitely worth watching with a bit of goodie next to you.
On Amazon Prime Video.
Old school
by Niven John, Heyne Taschenbuch, 2017
"...They didn't arrest us. We hid the van. We are in a safe place for the night. No one knows who we are and within forty-eight hours we will have made off from this country with a million pounds each to change our lives. So will you please pull yourself together?"
An alternative way to occupy retirement.
Susan, a retired widow in bankruptcy thanks to her husband, decides to organise a robbery with a group of friends because she has no alternative to deal with her old age.
It is a hilarious detective story that lets us reflect on what we usually think: when they reach a certain age, there is only one direction to take, between an alienating sense of inadequacy and inefficiency. Breaking down the stereotypes of collective imagination leaves us with a different awareness of things and a smile on our lips.
