Henry’s photoblog. Beauty will save us all.

I’ve already written something about it, and so did Luca here.
Here’s the fact: I love learning new languages and, among them, I have to point out that english always had a certain attraction on me.
It’s not only the fact that it’s one of the easiest languages to learn, it’s (and that’s even more important) that it’s so incredibly useful!
(Sometimes I think it’s such a pity I’m the only son: if I had a brother or a sister, I would have bothered him/her so much to simply talk in english every single day.)

Everytime I’m in another country I notice that people are usually surprised that I’m italian and I’m able to speak english: we have a really bad reputation about our knowledge of english, and I think it might also be because all of our movies and tv shows are in italian.
Recently I’ve finally decided to put and end to this: it’s time to learn from other countries (especially from those in the north of Europe) and start watching movies in english (no subtitles allowed)!
Travelling it’s the best way to improve our english but, as it’s quite hard to travel 365 days a year, while we are in Italy we can easily do something helpful just by watching a movie in its original language (which is something quite normal for many people around Europe!).

This evening, for example, I’ve watched “The Woodsman” (I bought the DVD in Kaunas, ’twas pretty cheap) a very emotional movie with Kevin Bacon as a main character.
The plot is about a man who did awful things (he was a pedophile) and is trying to deal with his past everyday of his life, in different kinds of situations: at the working place, with his partner, when he’s alone with himself.
Facing prejudices while trying to start a new life: will good intentions be stronger than the rest?
I won’t reveal any other aspects of the plot: you’ve probably understood what kind of movie it is, and if you’ve found yourself interested I might suggest you to give it a try.

Will it ever come the day in which italians won’t be so well-known anymore for their ignorance regarding english?
We’ll see.

So far, I can only say that once you’ve seen a couple of movies in english, you’ll find it hard to switch back to italian.
Try it and you’ll see it by yourself!

(International friends: will you keep on complaining in Skype now that my blog is written in english?
Hm…maybe I should ask myself first: will I keep on writing it in english?
Same answer as above: we’ll see.)

Update: in the comments Marika suggested us to see this video: it’s funny and quite eloquent about the topic. Have a laugh!
[tags]english, movies, original language, overall, knowledge, english, italian, The Woodsman[/tags]

Have you ever tasted my melting honey moon?

In my silence I know that my teaspoon used to be enough.

I decompose the present into a series of black and white old photos,
faces are going out of focus
and
faces have gone out of focus.

My vanilla perfume is reaching a sky that my mind is unable to paint -
lovely colourless world,
that moon-shaped honey is still yellow only in my memories.

Grey pictures of lonely roads,
of a malicious fog which is trying to seduce a couple of street lamps.

I know.

In my silence,
I know.

I breathe the moist air,
as I love to feel my Life is resting in my lungs.

of a malicious fog which is trying to seduce a couple of street lamps
in my silence
I know
I love to feel my Life is resting in my lungs.

Loneliness is an omnipresent bride
[I have married Her wearing my brand new grey shirt.]

the Recipe

take love
pour it into your Heart-refinery
work on it for 25 years

then

You’ll get Love.
The Real One.
Pure, Crystalline, Sincere, True Love.

Feeling old and unendurably tired
You’ll discover that
L O V E
is nothing else than the negation of your own Earthly-Life.

When everything will be sacrificed for The Others,
You’ll finally get that Love is Non-Existence.

The crucifixion of the body
and
the final / definitive upgrade of the Soul.

-
Someone has learned it, 2000 years ago.

When there’ll be no more selfishness a t a l l inside You,
You’ll surely agree with what I’ve written.
-
the Recipe is nothing else than my humbling opinion.
I dont have any “revealed-Truth” in my hands,
and nobody has to believe in what I think.
Im so small if compared to You.
All of You.

I wanna hold your face, and toast the snow that falls.

Sunless sky

Hands are trembling

I feel like Love is in the kitchen with a culinary eye,
I think it’s making something special and I’m smart enough to try
If You don’t trust Yourself for at least one minute each day…well, You should trust in this,
my little girl,
‘cuz Love is coming our way.

Hearts are beating,
even if (maybe) my body is not big enough to keep all this pulsating red Love inside -
- maybe my body is not big enough, especially now that its other half is sleeping in such a distant cold bed.

But I’m thanking God that we met.

Since You came here I’ve been doing nothing else than breathing Love,
but maybe I’m still too young to take care of such a precious Person as You are.

So I’ll wait for you… and I’ll burn
Will I ever see your sweet return?
Oh, will I ever learn?

And I’m thanking God, while I’m praying Him not to leave You alone.

There’s nothing I want to receive from You,
except You to accept the Everything that I’d like to give You.

(…) we’ve been floating in the Air:
unearthly Happy,
me and You held up by our incredibly Sweet Feelings -
- but maybe I’m just too old to make Your Life as bright as I’d like it to be.

Sometimes a man must awake to find that really, he has no-one
Oh, will I ever learn?
My body turns and yearns for a sleep that will never come
my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder
all my riches for her smiles when I slept so soft against her
all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter

she’s the tear that hangs inside my soul forever
she’s the tear that hangs inside my soul forever

And I’m here in the Cold.
Alone I’m struggling through this dense Feeling,
stumbling ‘cause I don’t know how You feel,
on my knees ‘cause I’m not doing anything to make your Life a little bit better.

I’ll see my naked body walking, for kilometres and kilometres, in the frozen snow:
I’ll lose everything just to give You the future You deserve to receive.
I’ll lose everything just to give You the future You deserve to receive,
and the last thing that I’ll see will be You, peaceful and happy with your family:
You and them beside the fireplace…
…then I’ll shed tears of Joy,
then I’ll disappear.

Note: Interpol and Jeff Buckley in cursive.

.:I’ve held my breath for too long:.

This wax-made reality is melting
into
a liquid potion that will cure

[it has to be like this]

I have to start breathing again,
eat the left over before it stinks,
eat it using a pair of pointers taken from a useless watch

and then I’ll just see

warm soft blankets
a silent alarm that will never ring
dim light which is entering the room to caress our peaceful faces

and, yes, this soft electronic music

“Stay with me - I feel sad - When you run
Sands of time are lying on my chest
Stay in bed -I feel sad - When you run
Stay like this,
on the hills of my chest
Dont wake up - I feel strange - When you go”

in our embrace,
we are the chains of the same DNA.

[The happiness-formula that will never be cloned.]

note: words in “quotation marks” belong to an Air’s song.

s o m e
colourless and flavourless honey sticks on these floral feet of mine-
- walking flesh

No bees are flying around my hexagonal cells:
a surreal undefiled landscape to feed my eyes
and
a sweet melody to caress my ears
(”…I’ll take a Quiet Life…”)

The Heart beats on the stave of this relaxing electronic music,
while
drops of cold quicksilver fall from
where
the glowing of a distant Star reveals its coldness and discomfort.

Life penetrates in every pores,
making Me older
and
(more) kind-hearted.

This desolate land expands my feelings:
pixels-made sunset
when I close my eyes
Im still listening to

“Wake from your sleep,
the drying of your tears,
(..)
Now we are one
In everlasting peace”
We hope that you choke, that you choke.

Note: words in “quotation marks” are taken from some Radioheads songs.

Cold light
Bright white
Antiseptic shelves

Not a single sound:
the presence of someone around me,
but I’m not able to see any human being.

Everything is clean (I can smell it) and well ordered –
-How is it possible that I am so far away from what it’s usually known as “Reality”?

Cold light
Bright white
Antiseptic shelves

The air irritates my nose,
but I’m still breathing quite easily –
- the feeling of being helpless and alone is the only problem right now.
[I have to get rid of it, and it doesn’t mean I’ll solve it.]

Helpless
Alone
[have you ever noticed h o w these 2 words sound when they’re together?
The Perfect Couple, I may say.]

Cold light
Bright white
Antiseptic shelves

An hairless little child is moving toward me
he’s staring at me

Hairless and speechless,
he’s judging me
blaming me for -
- I don’t know what.

“I don’t feel guilty at all”:
the last thought, and then I disappear.

I wish I could bite your smile
( but I’m not even able to feel my face -at least not now-)

# Sixteen pictures of You and your invisible presence above them #

The impossibility of feeling my body gives me a small slice of the Hope I was in need of
( but I’m not here anymore )

Sixteen seas create the deepest ocean I’ve ever dived in –
-

Y o u A r e.
You Are The Youth.
You are the direction in which my Soul is moving –
–

Y o u A r e,
and I’m going everywhere (- passing through nowhere- ) just to find You.

Y o u A r e.
Sixteen photos create the path, and I’m ready to float.

What will You do ?

[Being close to You,

once again

for the first time].