Gemini
Date of Birth: June 1 f

The universe is inviting you magnify your vision, CINZIA. It's time to see the bigger, the better, the more advanced side of things. Remember that life is a mirror; you are highly unlikely to receive more than you hope for. So dream big, hope big, imagine yourself in the stars. Don't sell yourself short - it's a misuse of humility and modesty.

Ebbene sì, io ci credo, nel senso che non sono una scettica. Posso credere o almeno lasciare uno spiraglio aperto per qualunque credenza. La mia visione delle cose è molto fluida, ed elastica, ormai s'è capito ... 

Non dico mai a priori 'questo è assolutamente impossibile' o comunque se lo penso così, di primo acchito, poi riesco ad essere più equilibrata e a lasciare quel margine, per quanto infinitesimale, di possibilità. 

Insomma, poi ovviamente ci sono dei distinguo da fare. Un conto è l'oroscopo generalizzato del tuo segno, un conto quello personalizzato che tiene conto anche del tuo ascendente e degli altri pianeti e le varie posizioni. 

I siti americani sono fantastici, gratuitamente ti permettono di usufruire di servizi davvero intriganti. Attualmente sono iscritta  ad almeno 5 diverse newsletters di oroscopo quotidiano e settimanale, più ad una (ultimo arrivato, veramente fantastico!) lettura giornaliera gratuita dei tarocchi. 

Non so come, ma ci prendono davvero. Non sempre tutto al 101% ovviamente, ma almeno qualche spunto interessante su cui riflettere e qualche suggerimento o previsione utile c'è sempre.

Oggi mi piaceva l'oroscopo giornaliero di www.astrocenter.com di cui sopra ... Davvero inspiring!!!

 'Impression soleil levant', Claude Monet 1873, Huile sur toile 48 x 63 cm, Musée Marmottan, Paris France.

E così pare ufficiale, la mia Lazio si ritroverà in serie B per il prossimo campionato ... 

Ma siamo sfigati di natura o cosa??!!!

Sui maggiori quotidiani anche stranieri oggi era riportata la triste notizia. The Independent apriva così:

Three of Italy's biggest football clubs ­ Juventus, Fiorentina, and Lazio ­ were yesterday relegated by the Italian Football Federation to the Second Division, Serie B, for their part in the systematic match-fixing which has grown into the biggest scandal in the history of European football.

Beh, grazie per il 'biggest'.

Ma che tristezza.

E sul sito della BBC sezione Sport ancora:

Serie A sides Juventus, Lazio and Fiorentina have been demoted to the second division for their involvement in Italy's match-fixing scandal.

Non ho parole. Meno male che non vivo più a Roma, sarebbe stato umanamente insopportabile subire gli sfottò e chissà cos'altro dai lorsignori romanisti per tutta la stagione.

Spero solo che non sia definitivo, che accada una specie di miracolo che ci eviti questo Purgatorio, ma non so ... Del resto i miracoli dovrebbero avvenire per cose ben più importanti, ne concordo.   

Chi vivrà, vedrà. Amen.

*sigh*

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Claude Monet

Colour Beginning
1819; Watercolor, 22.5 x 28.6 cm; Tate Gallery, London

                                                                                    (disegno di Antonella Ponziani)

Words and music by David Bowie 

We are the Dead

Something kind of hit me today

I looked at you and wondered if you saw things my way

People will hold us to blame

It hit me today, it hit me today

We're taking it hard all the time

Why don't we pass it by?Just reply, you've changed your mind

We're fighting with the eyes of the blind

Taking it hard, taking it hard

Yet now

We feel that we are paper, choking on you nightly

They tell me "Son, we want you, be elusive, but don't walk far"

For we're breaking in the new boys, deceive your next of kin

For you're dancing where the dogs decay, defecating ecstasy

You're just an ally of the leecher

Locator for the virgin King, but I love you in your fuck-me pumps

And your nimble dress that trails

Oh, dress yourself, my urchin one, for I hear them on the rails

Because of all we've seen, because of all we've said

We are the dead

One thing kind of touched me today

I looked at you and counted all the times we had laid

Pressing our love through the night

Knowing it's right, knowing it's right

Now I'm hoping some one will care

Living on the breath of a hope to be shared

Trusting on the sons of our love

That someone will care, someone will care

But now

We're today's scrambled creatures, locked in tomorrow's double feature

Heaven's on the pillow, its silence competes with hellIt's a twenty-four hour service, guaranteed to make you tell

And the streets are full of press men

Bent on getting hung and buried

And the legendary curtains are drawn 'round Baby Bankrupt

Who sucks you while you're sleeping

It's the theater of financiers Count them, fifty 'round a table

White and dressed to kill

Oh caress yourself, my juicy

For my hands have all but withered

Oh dress yourself my urchin one, for I hear them on the stairs

Because of all we've seen, because of all we've said

We are the dead

We are the dead

We are the dead

O, Time
Be Kind
Help this weary being
To forget what is sad to remember
Loose my loneliness,
Ease my mind,
While you eat my flesh.

 
 
Help help
Help I feel life coming closer
When all I want to do is die.

 
 
 
 

"I want to grow old without face-lifts...I want to have the courage to be loyal to the face I have made. Sometimes I think it would be easier to avoid old age, to die young, but then you'd never complete your life, would you? You'd never wholly know yourself."

"I am not interested in money. I just want to be wonderful."

"Fame is fickle and I know it. It has its compensations, but it also has its drawbacks and I've experienced them both."

"No-one ever told me I was pretty when I was a little girl. All little girls should be told they are pretty, even if they aren't."

from http://www.ellensplace.net/marilyn

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer lease hath all to short a date:

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed,
And every fair from fair sometimes declines
By change or nature’s changing course untrimmed;

But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest,
Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:

So long has man can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this give life to thee.

Words and music by David Bowie

'Five Years'


Pushing thru the market square, so many mothers sighing
News had just come over, we had five years left to cry in
News guy wept and told us, earth was really dying
Cried so much his face was wet, then I knew he was not lying
I heard telephones, opera house, favourite melodies
I saw boys, toys electric irons and T.V.'s
My brain hurt like a warehouse, it had no room to spare
I had to cram so many things to store everything in there
And all the fat-skinny people, and all the tall-short people
And all the nobody people, and all the somebody people
I never thought I'd need so many people

A girl my age went off her head, hit some tiny children
If the black hadn't a-pulled her off, I think she would have killed them
A soldier with a broken arm, fixed his stare to the wheels of a Cadillac
A cop knelt and kissed the feet of a priest, and a queer
threw up at the sight of that
I think I saw you in an ice-cream parlour, drinking milk shakes cold and long
Smiling and waving and looking so fine, don't think
you knew you were in this song
And it was cold and it rained so I felt like an actor
And I thought of Ma and I wanted to get back there
Your face, your race, the way that you talk
I kiss you, you're beautiful, I want you to walk

We've got five years, stuck on my eyes
We've got five years, what a surprise
We've got five years, my brain hurts a lot
We've got five years, that's all we've got

Sid & Nancy

Il 12 ottobre del 1978, alle  11 circa di mattina, l'addetto alla reception del  Chelsea   Hotel  di New York riceveva una chiamata esterna . Un uomo, che non si era identificato, disse all'addetto:  "Ci sono problemi nella stanza 100." L'addetto inviò un fattorino a controllare, ma prima che questi tornasse la reception ricevette un'altra chiamata, stavolta direttamente dalla stanza 100. "Qualcuno sta male," disse una voce maschile diversa dalla precedente. "C'è bisogno di aiuto."

da:  http://www.crimelibrary.com/notorious_murders/celebrity/sid_vicious/index.html#continue

Ecco, questo è quanto ho sempre cercato di tenere a mente, parole, e una verità, che mi hanno sempre aiutata ad avere una visione molto fluida ed ... *elastica* (sì questo è l'aggettivo giusto dato il contesto) delle cose o ad, eventualmente, a fugare quei primi 10/15 secondi di perplessità quando alla mia conoscenza vengono portate bizzarre notizie come quella che oggi alloggiava serafica in una delle mie svariate caselle e-mail, reclamando la mia attenzione:

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