Thursday, December 19, 2013

Why writing is important video: Happy New Year 2014

Stories and News No. 614

I assume this is the last video of the year.
I would like to conclude this 2013 with intentions that I have long ago written for myself.
I hope to have them followed and so will be in the future.
Of course, nothing prevents you from doing the same.
Quite the contrary.

Our work should not depend ‘on people’.
Rather, what we write, build, post, whatever we create, if we want to share it, it is ‘for the people’.
Indeed, for those among them, even just one, will accept it.
Who has something to share should not depend on people.
On the looks, the comments, the appreciation, Facebook’s Like, followers on Twitter, more or less authoritative quotations, number of visits, popularity.
That's what makes our words weak, fragile, harmless and so ourselves.
All this does not diminish our desire to see our things read, watched, listen, and especially appreciated.
That desire is human.
This does not erase the dream of living of our imagination and enjoying the richness of the best time to give life to the creations we admire.
However, the mere need that must move our acting, painting, playing, singing and writing must be just to do it and nothing else.
Sharing outside, via blogs, videos, websites in general, even sending work to a publisher, must take place if and only if we believe and feel that we have pulled out something that in our opinion, our far from infallible opinion, deserves to be read, seen or heard.
Looking for ears and eyes at any time, as soon as possible, following the praise, applause and success, is wrong
Success should not be tried at all. Singers, actors, writers, artists do not have to work for success.
That's the seller. At the end of the year, it’s him who have to check the numbers, sales, receipts, losses, and that should take care of the marketing, the logo, the image.
The truth is that those who create must work to listen, not to say.
If you have something to say is what you heard, that has invaded you, and you want to share with others in the new form that you was able to give.
Nevertheless, listening needs silence, attention, eyes and ears wide open, and not those of the public.
The land of opportunity is here, now, creating words, images and so on, having the time to do it.
The dream is here, today and is working to create a beautiful thing, and another on, until the breath allows.
Then, if it's worth it, put it all in a bottle and throw it into the sea.
Or in the web.
Without thinking about it more.
Because in the land of opportunity there is always someone who might find it.

Happy holidays to those who can afford it and especially to those who do not.
And happy new year!


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Thursday, December 12, 2013

Italian revolution 2013 video I wish

Stories and News No. 613

The revolution I wish.

The revolution I wish would be a true revolution.
The revolution I wish would radically change things.
The revolution I wish will completely cut away the diseased tree that has grown on our land.
Not only the rotted fruits, but the whole plant.
Who was wrong and who did nothing to stop it.
Who stole and who stood by because nothing personally touched him.
Who ruined this country and who still enriched playing the brave antagonist role.

The revolution I wish would bring out the true differences between people.
The revolution I wish would show who is coherent and who's not.
The revolution I wish would not be Left or Right, it would be first of all equal.
Equal to those who exploited the ignorance of people to get their interests and those who have committed the same crime accusing the former.
Equal to those who paid the consequences of this vile staging with their own flesh.
Equal to those who had the courage to say no, even when yes was the poster of the good ones.

The revolution I wish would reset back all and everyone should start again.
The revolution I wish would only mention the reality of everyday life.
The revolution I wish would first mention the poorest person in the country.
Consequently, all the politicians would exactly earn enough to survive, because representing people would already be an honor.
The journalists would have the only requirement to be intellectually honest.
The artists would have the privilege to be heard only by merit of their talent.

The revolution I wish would not need committed writers, enlightened intellectuals and exiled heroes because people would finally be able to think alone.
The revolution I wish would not need miraculous events organized on Facebook because people would always be in the streets every day.
The revolution I wish would not need leaders, spokespeople, number one stars, because each of us would be that one.

The revolution I wish is just a dream, because I have no hope on it.
Because the revolution I wish, many, also on the side where you least expect them, fear it as the worst nightmare…

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Thursday, December 5, 2013

Santa Claus Letter parody video by angry old woman

Stories and News No. 612

After the decision by the Aerospace Defense Command North America, in short Norad, of showing the video of the usual monitoring of the location of Santa's sleigh, this time accompanied by warplanes, the following message of protest came to me, written by a very angry old woman:

Now it’s over. This is too much. The measure is full.
I could use other ways to explain it, but the meaning would ever be the same.
I have had much patience, I challenge anyone to deny it.
But what do these people think? That we are all blind? Incurably stupid, I add?
Ah, of course. I cannot certainly speak for everyone.
But for my part, I am not willing to suffer in silence and I am here to stop this.
What should I do?
Continuing to accept this?
I haven’t seen anybody pointing out this unspeakable imbalance.
But really, not with the usual harmless themed evenings to show off your radical chic uniform, or worse, the heartfelt ‘I like’ on those virtual papier-mâché called Facebook pages.
Here we must take the field.
Here you should get hands dirty, scratched knees and muddy shoes.
Then returning home in the evening filthy, tired and sweaty.
But with the consciousness seriously in the place it deserves.
That is, in the face in the mirror.
And starting over from there.
Because let's face it: it is easy to earn the scene, to be cool in the situation, when you're a calming fat, hair and beard apparently white with methods anything but natural, rosy cheeks by the drunken partying with those Gremlins as helpers.
Ask the reindeer, ask them if I invented all.
Let them tell what kind of chemical stuff they put in the mash to trick the speed.
Control their doping or, better, interview one of them, maybe with the nose covered.
Everybody knows that Santa Claus’ hand arrives everywhere and there is no witness protection that works.
Of course, I assume that some of you will be wondering why I take it so much to heart.
Put yourself in my shoes.
He travels with his beautiful red overcoat and sit warm on a sled that every year becomes more equipped, as are the reindeer to work for him, and you give him also the escort fighters?
And what about me? Not even a small helicopter?
Think I have got a double ass flying on a broom…

The Befana

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