A trip to the day ... two sisters and a grandson hours of entertainment and a thousand laughs.
And remember a mini album rather simple, but I think having an effect. I tried to be''a bit more 'creative than usual and do not use the usual materials for making the base of the album.
So you can see live or ... almost sj before you arrive between hands ....
comes the summer sun, sea and news! That's why ', a name on the contrary can' get back on "surf" . We're talking about Syria
(born Cecilia Cypress ) known today under the new name of art: Airys .
On June 5, and 'release "Vivo. I love. Esco" an EP consisting of 6 tracks of electropop definitely die, anticipated by the individual "Esco" and "I see in you" , both "filled" by video look nice with a fabulous fashion imprint. Club music, dance, carefree and well made. Inside is also a tribute to Miss Chancellor , sung "I got you" . An EP was released with the collaboration of two producers who have excellent attention to every aspect of the whole package, Sergio Maggioni Giulio Calvino and ninety-two pieces of independent Italian music.
An album to dance around the night clubs of Milan and not ... ("... Breathe Milan ).
The evolution of Syria a few years ago we had hit nicely. Singer
niche, independent and courageous. From the mold of the previous indie album ( "Another Me" - 2008) is altered by electronic music scene in color and Kylie Minogue fashion style .
For the Italian music scene is really a novelty, a leap of faith that makes you land directly in the summer nightlife in moving the body to the rhythm of music. Perfect music
summer day at the beach, disco night, and fired into the iPod headphone during the day. Cecilia
Cypresses: top marks e. .. good nightlife!
There are tests for which you must have the support of someone outside of your hand to guide, warn, in some cases show the way to go, helps to divert from the paths too rough. Evidence that can and are able to best deal with only having the benefits of unconditional complicity, and victories that have no sense that sharing with others.
And there are other tests, and are the most numerous and most have suffered, the harder and the inevitable, it is necessary to tackle alone. Tests for which the loneliness, rather than a need, it is a categorical imperative.
not that 'It's better to go it alone. " More crudely "You can only do for themselves" . How
during a leap of faith. Or bereavement. Or a college examination.
are those moments in life are rare and therefore infinitely precious, in which more than outward, it must move towards the inside of ourselves. Rather than a straight line, crossing a spiral.
Those moments of test, experience, becomes the possibility of an inner journey, a descent into hell of ourselves, because no inner journey is without pain and no discovery goes beyond a symbolic death, the loss of innocence, the disintegration of a part of us.
Each inner growth, leads to a spiritual death. Every trip to the Unconscious constitutes acceptance of the loss of all that supported us and we believed blindly. Every revival has the price to pay for the death of our preconceptions, our beliefs and our ideals.
This, to me, it was nice. And, more specifically, this is for me was the most sweet and sticky concert.
Go to a concert by the lack, for me, it was like my unconscious through symbols. Contend with a force that does not have imagined, with a capacity of abandonment that is not suspected, with a series of prejudices that I was not fair.
E 'was like being alone in front of a wall, and can not do is skip it. No way out, no external complicity, no solidarity, for solidarity of others is simply not acceptable, an inner journey.
It is only when we are born, when you die, and trials of life. In what for us are the most important trials of life, and it goes without saying that what for one is an important test to another can be overcome by a bullshit with a smile. All of these references, personal history and associations.
Confessions most intimate, beautifully less spectacular, less apparently filled with anxiety that kicks on the heart, the concert "sweet and sticky" was, for me, as the word FINE mail to the sound of dancing on the memory of an experience that finally ended, it remains very much alive.
The symbolic death of the Confessions Tour was battled out for me in merry-free gypsy overtones of a party, with a time of starry sky above and an invisible sea a little further, embracing in a circle of colored lights, restlessness thin "GAME OVER" final alter ego of more than evident ' "Have you confessed?" two years ago.
Have you confessed? He asked Madonna in 2006, hoping for the triumph of a great dance to the sound of psychoanalytic session, seemingly without thinking.
"GAME OVER - THE END OF THE GAME" . Madonna tells us today, a creature even more provocative Lady of the diaphanous Confessions, less dense, more graceful, slightly more real somehow.
The game is over, the die is cast, the curtain falls. This experience, but for me, especially, the experience on which this tour has put an end, closing with grace in the drawer of memories. The one in which things that we are loved and are still alive.
End of game, it means GAME OVER, but it also indicates, and is not an event, a situation without hope. Something for which no solution in sight.
It is here that I, personally, I finally saw the point in common, the common thread, the hand stretched out over the previous tour. The Confessions ended with a question, with an opening, because any question can be the beginning of a dialogue, a communication. The Sticky and Sweet ends, however, with a statement that more concise you can not imagine.
GAME OVER. Case closed. Game over.
hope, anxiety, stress of waiting for salvation (of the world, but also to us?) Continually remarked, during the whole show, from the ticking of clocks, the pressure of time that becomes an obsession, ending abruptly with a statement that more tragically pessimistic one can not imagine. GAME OVER. End of the games. End of
ability to save the world, and each of us.
At least until the next question. And the next confession "on the dancefloor."
The sweetness in this sense, it is more sticky than ever.
At the funeral of my sister's mother-in-law, also came two aunts of Joshua that I have requested a small album with photos of the "nephew"! And I started work, I have to make two equal ... 
My nephew played football, like all American kids. I do not follow it much, already 'boring when they play the big .... 
more' big, that is' behind. 
I have to tell the truth'.... I have not been captured by the fever of the ATC, but I like to participate in the swap! And then I though I can not rid the mold of a LO to be able to do something instead of art! 
As usual I apologize for the long silence. Period 
Cosi 'a lot of things have been postponed or canceled to keep him company as much' as \u200b\u200bpossible and not make him feel too much pain for the loss of his grandmother. But I still 
start with this book I made for my sister, I did it with the big labels on packages, various scraps of paper (these are all of the Bo-Bunny) and various embellishments. Like I said 'Sometimes, my sister runs half-marathons, and' almost fanatical suffered a stroke now. Some time ago I saw a newspaper and I have this little pregettino scrapliftato. 
I loved every page un'aforisma dedicated the race to make it almost a little book of inspiration. Are 13.1 miles for the half marathon ... 
I prefer paper and glue, but to each his own, no? However 
