Il cielo sopra una stanza

Feliz cumple , buon compleanno Mamma ,This song reminds me of you, on the way back with the 500 from your ancestral lands in Mugello, when we sang this song , and it was one of the rare moments when you were totally carefree, expressing yourself before returning back the superficiality and hypocrisy of Rome. in your medieval hamlet, in the middle of the wild and ungentrificated calvana hills, you were the carefree and adventurous And arty girl. in Rome you abbandonned all your artistic skills to love my father. This artistic loss, made you like a the Vesuvio. a fake quietness ready to erupt whenever it was allowed to. You were a brilliant in drawing and an incredible actress, and guess you could hardly fanthom yourself when you were acting or not. but you were not lying, it was just art coming through you, no matter how hard you repressed it. you did this in good faith, but it had brought you a great inner sorrow, that I m not so sure you were totally aware. a woman of strong passions going from passion, to ethereal love, thought serependipity, to the cruelest of hate. all this accordéon and camaieux of hues of emotions without flickering, coming from such an ultraterrestrial yet fragile childlike being. this very turmoil of emotions rendered thou o princess the fragilest, yet the strongest of beings, able to endure with total comitment , the 2 years of agony of my belated father. in immolation thou foundest, thou mission, against all odds, a mission impossible, and like the Titans a part of thou succumbed in the ill omens of destiny and mortality.in many things I m a bit if an illegal blonde( you are or you were legally blonde for decades, and then the coiffeur gave a bit of a touch), maybe due to my ill English jeans , no sorry genes. I was taken aback and frightened by this sudden eruptions. I was in a perennial fear to err, and feeling to walk in arenas movedizas, in moving sands. my English Levi's  made me try to comunicate with you with rationality,in order to help you and the more I was sowing so the more I was driving you crazy. I still have the extreme hability to drive people nuts with my calm yet stubborn polemic rationality , especially damned faggots, who are not really the cleverest of animals. I m not truly a brave person so I guess I decided to be an artist observing your example.I m far less of a diva than you , I m more of a secluded creature longing for a wild hermitage among plants.But I guess it s hard not to be similar in you in many facets. I inherited notwithstanding your Latino theatrically, and your idealist , and total love. In a way you brought me up as being the prince who will deliver you dörnroschen, from your castle of thorns, but alas I was just a kid, and could not save you, tried to save all my exes all with some kind of addiction , I saved them but it was of not avail. the true reality is that my mansion is surrounded by billion of thorns, and I relentlessly continue to plant it...guess I m a bit clueless...