Daffodils

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed–and gazed–but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

 

(William Wordsworth)

“The Day Nazis Stopped me at a Checkpoint”

“It was 1944 and I was a 9-year-old girl at that time. My father was in the forest tearing down the trees and preparing some wood for the winter, that seemed to be long and very cold. I went to grace the sheeps we had near our house and in the afternoon my mum asked me to go and bring some lunch to daddy and to my old brother. Once taken the horse out of the stable and linked the cart, I put the lunch next to me and I started riding, direction the village and its forests. It was late afternoon and my dad and elder brother should have come home with me, once it would have started getting dark. On my way to the woods, one of the neighbourghs warned me that some nazis troops were in the village, looking for men and wanted to arrest them. Panic! Panic everywhere! Above, under, near, in front of, behind and inside me!

Gabriel García Márquez

On the 17th of April 2014, one of the most remarkable authors of Latin America died at the age of 87. Gabriel García Márquez was a Colombian novelist, journalist besides of being awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1982.

The list of his writings is full of masterpieces and stunning words linked together with mastery. So far, I have never found such a beauty and poetry in something I read: it is the first time that I genuinely love all works.

I still remember that conference he had to lead three years ago in Alba, but because of another appointment at the theatre. I am still regretting it, but the theatrical performance of Sister Act in Milan.

 

Lost Generation

Lately, I found an interesting and stunning poem surfing the internet. So I decided to post it on the blog. Unfortunately I am not able to share it directly, so I had to post the transcription here. It is the work of a 14-year-old boy and his brother chose to share it with his followers on twitter. 

Enjoy!

 

“Our generation will be known for nothing.
Never will anybody say,
We were the peak of mankind.

Jesus Christ Superstar

Few weeks ago, I found on the internet some interesting events in Ipswich.

It is quite usual that with the arrival of the Spring, a lot of outdoors events, exhibitions and other recreational activities are planned.

At the Regent Theatre, an amateur company put on Jesus Christ Superstar. I have never had the opportunity to go and see this play so I thought “this is it”. I must go!

And that is exactly what I did. I asked few people if they were interested in coming and see the play with me and I found them. The next step was to choose a date from the list and buy the tickets.