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What song is stuck in your head (or on permanent rotation in your CD  or MP3 player) these days? Why does it speak to you?

First, this post is 3 days late… but I must say I have a good excuse for not keeping up with daily posts recently… reason being that I have a lot of school work. :p

Second, I have 3 songs stuck in my head and on repeat on my itunes lately.  So, it was hard to choose one for this post, but I ended up choosing In Italia by Fabri Fibra because it is the most recent, of the three, that I started to hit “replay” on in my head and on my music player.  Actually, I really liked this song 3 years ago when I first heard it (is it me, or is this “3” pattern starting to weird you out??  I did not plan for this… just saying).

Now, I’m not the type who typically listens to rap music… I am faaaarrrrr from it.  But I love Fabri Fibra- rumor has it that most Italians don’t like his music because he’s very negative in his lyrics.  Well, it is true, but I believe he speaks truth in his music and THAT is what I like.

In In Italia, Fibra criticizes the hypocrisy of Italians by addressing the crimes and corruption that take place in Italy.

Ci sono cose che nessuno ti dirà…
ci sono cose che nessuno ti darà…
sei nato e morto qua
sei nato e morto qua
nato nel paese
delle mezza verità

dove fuggi?

in italia pistole in macchine
in italia machiavelli e foscolo
in italia i campioni del mondo

sono in italia

A translation of this is, “There are things that no one will tell you, there are things that no one will give you… you are born and you die here, you are born and you die here… you’re born in the country of half truths… where do you run to?  In Italy, guns in cars… In Italy, Machiavelli and Foscolo… In Italy, champions of the world… I am in Italy.”  Personally, this portion of the song is the part that catches my attention the most.  I like how it speaks to the truth of not only Italy, but many places (well, maybe not the Machiavelli and Foscolo part).  He captures the ugly side of reality that many of us choose to overlook.
I also find his lyrics to this song, while they make no sense in some parts, very catchy and sung with great passion… very like Fabri Fibra.  Molto bene, molto bene!!
P.S. I sing this song in the shower and on my way to class- don’t tell anyone.

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For many of us, winter is blooming into spring, or fall hardening into winter. Which season do you most look forward to?

Fall is the most beautiful season to me.  Not many people agree, favoring the summer sun and the spring flowers.  Fall is the season where life and death occurs, shriveling away to dust as the harsh winter steps in.  For me, the essence of fall lies in the fact that the season ends as quickly as it starts, leaving no presence behind.

Every year, fall is the new start.  I start fresh, on a clean page of the next chapter of my life.  Throughout the season, I slowly fade into reminiscence, into the past, as I journey on.  Just as quickly as things started, things end- without a trace.  I like that.

There is also a melancholy feeling that surrounds the autumn air.  I feel like the ups and downs of life are all displayed in this one season.  A season of truth- no lies, no coverups.  We are exposed to beauty, ugliness, life, death, growth, and decay.  It’s always difficult to face the negatives in life, especially when they are directly contrasted with their positives.  For this reason, fall is a difficult season to accept.

I always look forward to fall because it is the season where I can grow, but be as short-lived as the fruit of the season is.  Spring is a season of growth too- but there is something artificial about it.  The flowers that bloom in the spring are handed off to the harsh fate of summer, where the poisonous sun withers the flowers and dries up the fresh grass.

Fall- the season that finishes everything before the heavy winter arrives, the season that gives us truth, the season where can fade quietly until we are ready to start anew again.

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I feel like I am living in a dream.

From last night, I have been wandering beyond.

Still wondering where I am.

Whether or not this is a good dream, I cannot tell.

We had a conversation where we said all that needed to be said.

So real that I woke up and wondered how I was sleeping the whole time.

You were not there- confusing me.

Throughout the day, I continued to float on the cloud you put me on.

Sunset time, I looked out the window and found myself surrounded by fluff.

Big, puffy cotton balls were glowing in a sea of pinks and purples.

Again, I wondered if this was real.

It felt like I was floating off to some magical place.

I almost expected unicorns to appear.

The sea of pink and purple eventually turned into a deep, sparkling blue.

Shades of blue swirled around me.

Today was beautiful, so dream-like.

The dream started when you unexpectedly appeared in my sleep last night.

Can this dream never end?

Drowsiness is hitting me, snapping me back to reality.

Perhaps I will have a déjà vu of today some time in the near future.

May I have more sweet dreams tonight,

And tomorrow night,

Forever.

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