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Volevo più luce, volevo simboleggiare l’apertura, volevo il bianco come simbolo.

Spalancare le braccia è un esercizio auto-terapeutico. Provatelo e condividetelo!

Annunci

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Mi rendo conto di essere stata veramente pigra in questi giorni – scritto poco, canzoni in ritrardo… ma le feste per me sono il doppio del lavoro rispetto al quotidiano!!!! Famiglia, abitini eleganti puliti e stirati, letti per gli ospiti, zii carissimi e zii lontanissimi, cugini, cibo, mamme, bambini, menù, chi porta cosa, pasta fredda, torte salate, frigoriferi pieni all’inverosimile, Inglese, Italiano, vi conoscete?, coordinamento e traduzione, ristoranti, l’ambasciatore Bulgaro, l’eterno spiritoso, nonni orgogliosi, guardi che le faccio vedere le mie nipotine, gli amici di sempre e gli amici occasionali, vasche da bagno con bambini che stingono, basta cioccolata!, campanelli che suonano, telefoni che spariscono, mettiamo un po’ di musica, ma si sta così bene in silenzio, caffè, pranzo, aperitivo, cena, ricaffé, ripranzo, riaperitivo, ricena,  Ne é valsa la pena, ma oggi ci vuole un vero buongiorno coi fiocchi, non troppo aggressivo… diciamo un classico? Beh, buongiorno!

I was chilling at the end of it all yesterday – or rather in the middle, but all the complex stuff was over, no more food to be prepared, no more schedules to be sorted and matched, only children to keep an eye on and many eyes to help out with that. Well, sitting on the terrace the expression “life candy” came to mind: that’s what it is for me to have my loved ones around a table with some good food, fresh wine, and the most beautiful scenery in the world just there for us to enjoy. It’s sweet, it’s filling and fulfilling, a bit addictive, but you know there’s worse things and you can just sit back and relax, who cares, this is important stuff here, moments, life – don’t hold back. X

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I’ll tell a tale today. It’s my girlfriend’s B-Day and she likes it when I write about myself, so here’s my gift to her. I want to talk about the first anniversary Mathieu and I spent together, as official boyfriend and girlfriend: we were living a passionate long distance love story, going back and forward between Gand and NYC – clearly he’d visit me in NY way more often than I visited Belgium, for some reason… 🙂 So here we were, back together after a separation of the usual 2/3 months, completely drunk with happiness, our chests exploding with romance, our heads full of one another. I had never been 1 year with any boyfriend before, this was a first for me, and with the man of my life! I was in my best shape ever: 50kg, the vague shade of a few muscles, after all the dancing in school, and the astral conjuction being confirmed by the unlikely fact that even my hair behaved those days – a miracle in itself. Mathieu had booked a trendy restaurant, one of the “places to be” in NY in 1995, Verbena’s, in the Union Square’s neighborhood. I prepared myself meticously: I chose a short, red, flowy dress – one I wore at my dad’s second wedding, but shortened vertiginously way above the knie – shoulders on show (possibly my best feature – don’t rival me, I take no prisoners, still today :-)), hair pinned up in a soft chignon, with curly strands wildly but elegantly (and studisously!) falling down my neck. Just a touch of mascara, gloss on the lips and I felt as beautiful, exciting and exctited as never before in my life. To me this was a serious milestone, the indisputable evidence that my desoperately romantic dreams had come true, that I wasn’t the ugly duckling any longer, I could even dare to believe that I had finally blossomed into a proper, handsome swan. No more chasing, no more yearning, this was the time of my life and I had every intention to celebrate it in a truly memorable way. Mathieu and I took to the streets of NY, he was gorgeous as he usually, easily, glowingly was, and I felt like I was his fair match. The Big Apple was ours to bite, while I raised what felt like the longest, slimmest, most elegant arm I ever had, to hail a cab, in such a mythical, daily, NY gesture. Upon our arrival at Verbena’s we walked in a classy winter-garden, complete with white drapes and arranged flowers on the tables. Affable, but respectful, staff accompanied us to our table and we sat down to enjoy our evening, starting with sipping a glass of Champagne, as any proper script would call for at this moment. While we were reading our menus, and regularly lifting our eyes so that our contented gazes could meet, I saw Mathieu’s mouth drop wide open. He was only able to mutter, almost hecstatic: “Wow baby, Winona Ryder and Gwynnet Paltrow just walked in!”  What do you mean, I thought incredulous, Winona friggin’ Ryder?!?! No, no, no, no, NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! This can’t be true! He’s never remembered the name of a single celebrity EVER! The two most gorgeous A class mega-global-world-stars of today CANNOT walk into MY first anniversary celebration!!!!! I turned around and I looked baffled while Winona and Gwinnet got seated at the table right behind ours, right behind ME, so that from where he sat in front of me, Mathieu had complete and free visual onto them. I felt as if someone just hit me hard on the head. Wynona was my husband’s favourite actress, the one he always thought was the sexyest, his not-so-secret fantasy, after she drank blood from the Count’s chest in that abhorration of a movie that dared to call itself Braham Stoker’s Dracula (it always bugged me how the movie didn’t compare to the  book and how they insisted on underlining that in their intention it should have, but I didn’t totally dislike the movie in itself… till then!) – I couldn’t believe I had to live up to her on the one evening that was supposed to be mine, just MINE! But I was to be lucky even in what could have been my downfall: she looked terrible! To this chic restaurant Winona had chosen to wear navy-blue sweatsuit pants and a white worn-out T-shirt, she had short, uncared for hair and a sulky espression on a gray face. Blonds have never been Mathieu’s cup of tea (or mine, for that matter ;-)), but Gwynnet looked absolutely lovely in person: she had class, wasn’t overdressed or underdressed, had perfect, femininly spiky hair, a tiny shade of make-up and a great smile under intelligent eyes. I was trying to regain composure, when my accompanying gentleman said: “You are the best looking of the three, hands down, no contest.” And he said so in a very matter-of-factly way, he delivered the line so perfectly that it just didn’t sound like a line, he sincerely thought as much. And with those words he saved the evening for me. We ordered our food and chatted, had one of the best meals ever (no spring-vegetables soufflé will ever compare to Verbena’s, I can still see it in front of me), and I must admit that Mathieu’s eyes never wandered too much or stared for too long towards the celebrities behind me. We walked out of the restaurant just as we came in, hand in hand, walking on a could, our whole lives ahead of us and a good story to tell our grandchildren.

Raspberry tart - one of our favourite desserts

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Everybody, meet my friend Bob – Bob, this is everybody, but I’m sure you know them already. 🙂 I finally found a good clip of you performing on YouTube: ‘course nothing beats the live performace! I’ll be there in October, celebrating my 40th B.Day. Hope to enjoy one of your fun, sweet, wild, irresistible shows! (Click twice to watch on YouTube – you just NEED to see this :-))

Ragazzi, vi presento il mio amico Bob!! Finalmente ho trovato un filmato di buona qualità di una delle sue esibizioni, e ci tengo a presentarvelo. Presente sulla scena del live NYese da oltre 20 anni (forse oltre 30, Bob non ha età), l’ho conosciuto ai tempi degli studi “da attrice” 🙂 ed ha contribuito a rendere mitico quel periodo. Un artista ed una persona imprevedibile, eccentrica e tenera, continua ad invitarmi a concerti tramite facebook ed ogni volta mi piange il cuore per il fatto che non ci posso andare. Leader dei Niagaras prima e dei Comic Tales of Tragic Heartbreak, la sua musica é al meglio nelle esibizioni live, ma se passate da me vi faccio sentire il CD. Fratello di Frank Whaley (quello che mangiava l’hamburger in Pulp Fiction ;-), ma anche protagonista di When Trumpets Fade), l’accoppiata é una pietra d’angolo della scena teatrale, musicale di NYC. L’onore é tutto mio – se dicessi il piacere mi fraintendereste, ma questa é un’altra storia 😉

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There’s a peculiar thing about facebook – well, more than one, but this specific one hit me the other day. We now regularly hook up with people we met or knew a long time ago, childhood friends that in time we grew apart from (some we outgrew, but being fb friends is still ok, not too invasive), people we dearly love but that live faraway, people with whom we crossed path, but who wouldn’t be in our daily sphere, but in thought, if it weren’t for the WWW and the social network vision of the world. Their lives are literally spread out in front of our eyes – and I don’t mean it negatively, but we have a sort of scrap album of everybody’s activities, more or less detailed, but always with at least a few pics, a suggestion to the composistion of their families, random messages to reveal and share moments of thier lives. While we are looking at the monitor we know that they are at the office, taking care of their families, or living some grand adventure. And that makes me think sometimes: oh, look at Christian, waking up everyday two steps from an oceanic beach; look at Claudia, living 10 months a year in a bikini; look at Sabrina, stepping onto the wooden planks of a capital’s stage; look at Martina, teaching at the university, in a language that isn’t even her native one, so capable, so professional; look at Simona, for whom celebrities are familiar faces and show business’ secrets a daily routine, and the Simona on the other side of the spectrum, who also lives in faraway countries, but decidedly less exotic, more dangerous and complex, but rich with the satisfaction of knowing that she truly is giving a helping hand to the less fortunate of this world. So sometimes it happens to me to think that, at some point of my life, I thought that would be my future, I hoped I could take that direction, I got close, then life turned out very differently. And sometimes I feel that I lacked something: had I been luckyer, more committed, more determinated, more disciplined, more adventurous, could I be “there” now? Would I enjoy it? Would I be any good at it? And the answers are multiple and the same: some things I could have done just as well, others I would have failed at, some could have made me happy, others would have been an escape. But these thoughts last less than the time it takes me to realise I have thought them. I have the life that I have chosen, more or less conciously, the life that Life worked out for me, with my complicity. My daily routines may look glamourous, or satisfying, or exceptional or heart warming to others: and if I step away and look at them, I look at me going through them, I can see the glamourous, satisfying, heartwarming side. And I see myself enjoying them fully, gratefully. We all are the sum of our potential, our chance and our choices: my sum turned out on the positive and very fortunate side of things. Yes, there’s more I can do, but I like that better than more that I could have done. Nothing is amiss, but there’s still space and time for dreams, projects, goals and surprises. I like the way my facebook pages are populated by interesting people: different, colourful, fun, professional, loving, odd… I like that my life is populated by them and I wish I could share more of my time with each of them, because people are the most surprising of all things crowding the planet. So I write a message, chat with one of them, take the phone and invite the other one over for the week-end – and let my life be touched, and stimulated, by theirs. So, thank you all.

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Venerdi’ esplosivo



Questa la dedico ai miei bellissimi nipoti, o come li chiamano le mie figlie i cuginoni ciciliani, Che ieri sera si sono lasciati torturare dalle mie piccole furie 🙂 il meteo e’ relativo, noi siamo molto felici di stare un po’ qui con voi. X

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Vacanza al mare, day 2


Oggi ho solo due cose da dire: stanotte grandine e da ieri B&B senz’acqua. Secchi di aqua di mare nel water e lavarsi con bottiglie di minerale e salviettine umidificate. Troppa acqua fuori, niente dentro 🙂

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