#bellezza green

[divulgatoriseriali]

Sapone e shampoo solido sono la stessa cosa? Scopriamo le differenze

Ti mai chiestæ se il sapone e lo shampoo solido siano effettivamente la stessa cosa? Sei curioso di sapere se vengono prodotti con lo stesso procedimento o se la differenza di prezzo è solo una strategia di marketing? Se la risposta è sì, sei nel posto giusto. In questo articolo esploreremo in dettaglio le differenze tra il sapone e lo shampoo solido, cercando di fornirti una risposta esauriente…

[22rebelle]

[illeonesognatore]

Fai parte del mondo; esplora; guardati attorno; ammira e insieme respira lentamente; chiudi gli occhi; sorridi; gioisci... tutto questo ti è stato donato senza che tu lo chiedessi; ringrazia... ora puoi riaprire gli occhi; ricomincia❤️

~ Il Leone Sognatore 🦁✨

🌱🌱🌱🌱🌱🌱🌱🌱🌱🌱🌱🌱🌱🌱🌱🌱🌱🌱🌱🌱🌱

You are part of the world; explore; look around; admire and together breathe slowly; close your eyes; smile; rejoice... all this was given to you without you asking; say thank you... now you can open your eyes again; start again❤️

~ The Dreaming Lion 🦁✨

[mirobraz]

Eva Green referencing Venus de Milo in Bernardo Bertolucci's "The Dreamers" (2003).

[drmaddict]

Pet dates

Summary: When Theo took a cat into his dormitory one evening, he didn't expect to wake up next to a girl the next morning. (Y/n), who was walking around the school in her Animagus form, didn't really expect to be used as a teddy bear that night either.

Wordcount: 3.748

I taped quietly through the nightly corridors of Hogwarts. As an Animagus, I enjoyed the freedom of not being noticed. Another cat in the corridors. Who would even waste a glance? I was enjoying the darkness of the night with my adjusted eyes when I saw three figures. They came closer quietly.

"Shh!", one of them hissed.

"Hey, you had to sneak into the library, didn't you?", hissed the next one.

I recognized Draco Malfoy first. His light-colored hair was immediately noticeable. Then Mattheo Riddle and Theodore Nott.

Draco and Mattheo walked past me, but Theodore stopped.

"Hello there.", he whispered and held out his hand to me. "Come here piccola bellezza."

"Dude, leave the cat alone and come here.", Draco hissed.

Theo ignored him and stroked my head with his fingertips. Out of instinct, I began to purr.

To be honest, I don't get touched very often. Neither as a cat, nor as a human. Theodore smiled. "Have you been locked out?" He stroked my back with just the right amount of pressure. "It's far too cold out here. Come on. It's warm in our dorm."

Still completely caught up in the pleasure of his touch, I reacted too late. I found myself pressed against his chest. Most girls would kill for this opportunity. Maybe I would too, but somehow you imagine this in a different context.

Theodore caught up with the other two.

Draco just rolled his eyes, but Mattheo looked at me closely. A grin stretched across his face as he looked me straight in the eye, as if he knew exactly who I was. "Interesting.", he whispered.

"What?", Theodore asked, confused.

Mattheo bent down to my eye level. "Come on then, little mouse.", he grinned.

I wriggled against the iron grip around me. "Stop that! You're making her nervous.", Theodore grumbled.

"Guys, can we please go now?" growled Draco, annoyed. The three of them started moving again.

"What is it with you and cats anyway?" Draco asked into the silence.

"They're cats.", Theodore replied, as if that explained everything.

When the three of them arrived in their common room, Theodore sat me down on his bed. Blaise Zabini was lying on the opposite one, leafing through a book. He raised a well-formed eyebrow.

"Weren't you going to get a book?"

"Shut up.", grumbled Theodore.

"Theo just picked up a little girlfriend on the way.", grinned Riddle. "That's nothing new."

I gave him a dirty glare. Somehow the bastard knew exactly, who I was.

I jumped off the bed and went to the door. I scratched at it and meowed angrily, but Theodore just grabbed me again and sat me on the bed.

"It's all right. Nothing will happen to you here."

I exhaled in annoyance. Riddle reached for me with one hand, grinning, but I immediately slapped his hand away.

"Ow!" he hissed and stuck his bleeding finger in his mouth. "You little-"

I instinctively stood up to my full height and hissed at him.

Theodore pushed him away from me.

"She scratched me!", Riddle hissed.

"You scared her." grumbled Theodore.

Turning to his bed, he pulled his shirt over his head and let his pants slide to the floor.

I quickly turned to the wall and looked at the green fabric of the four-poster bed. The world was unfair. The guy didn't have one bloody flaw.

I heard Riddle snicker. Asshole.

Theodore lay down under the covers. Without a warning, he pulled me against him like I was a teddy bear. He stroked my stomach slowly. I let out a surrendered breath. I didn't even notice that I was falling asleep from the gentle caresses.

The next morning, I woke up to someone stroking my head.

"Morning Bella.", someone whispered.

My brain kick-started. I was in Theodore Nott's bed. He was still holding me. I was - thank God - still a cat.... I hadn't slept this well in a long time.

But I'd never slept as a cat either, so that was probably it.

Theodore stroked my stomach in slow circles. The purring immediately started again. I looked at him. He was smiling gently. I didn't really know him, but he always seemed so cold in the corridors. Very different from now. He closed his eyes and continued to run his fingers through my fur.

I was too rarely really touched not to enjoy this.

I allowed the caress and closed my eyes until Riddle's voice rang out.

Whereupon a scream was heard. Theodore's scream.

I felt my body expand.

I looked into Theodore's horrified face.

I looked around in panic. Riddle laughed. "There are spells that can force an Animagus back into its human form."

I glanced at Theodore again before running off frantically. As soon as I opened the door, I sprinted back through the corridors in cat form.

I felt like throwing up.

Theo's POV

I was still looking after the girl in shock.

We had potions together. I didn't know her name though. Mattheo was still laughing.

"You knew that?", I snapped at him.

He just shrugged and threw himself back into bed. "You seem to have acted with mutual consent."

I threw my alarm clock at him.

(Y/n)s POV

"Where have you been?", Jenny asked me, as I walked into our common room.

"Nowhere.", I said way too quickly.

"But-"

"Nowhere!", I babbled frantically and immediately locked myself in the bathroom.

Now everyone will know. I ruffled my hair. I had always kept the authorization for the Animagus a secret. It should remain a secret. God, they're all going to shoot their mouths off. The little freak who clings to the school crush par excellence and crawls into his bed without hin knowing.

I forced myself to take a deep breath.

Bloody hell.

I skipped breakfast. As small as I could, I sat down in Potions class and looked at my book.

I heard everyone filling the room, but continued to not look up. I breathed a sigh of relief when Snape finally walked into the room in his usual dramatic fashion.

"You will form groups today."

I looked dully at the blackboard. Was he serious?

He called out the pairs stoically.

"(Y/N) (Y/L/N). Theodore Nott."

Was he fucking serious?

I buried my face in my hands. What had I done? What did I do to deserve this?

I heard a pile of books being dropped on the desk.

I looked up into Theodore Nott's usual cold face. My face felt incredibly hot.

Snape explained the day's task and then sat down at his desk.

Silently, I began sorting the ingredients.

Theodore skimmed over the instructions.

"Can you please not tell anyone?", I whispered.

He didn't respond. I sighed. "I dont want to push you... But that I'm an Animagus... Only I knew that until yesterday."

He grumbled.

"I wanted to leave, but you wouldn't let me.", I grumbled back.

"Because I thought you were a cat.", he hissed.

"Why are you taking some stranger's cat with you anyway?"

He faltered. "None of your business."

I sighed in annoyance and turned up the flame.

"Was it that bad?", he grumbled quietly.

"What?"

"Lying in my bed with me."

I glanced at the kettle. "No." I admitted.

He stirred like the instructions said. "We're good at keeping our mouths shut. So don't worry."

I looked at his cold face. How could he be so different to the boy this morning? That warm and relaxed smile.

"Thank you.", I whispered.

I sprinted through the corridors as fast as my paws could carry me. That damn Miss Noris had it in for me.

I whizzed around the corner and immediately collided with a pair of legs.

I heard the cat behind me. I stood up and hissed at her.

"Go on. Go away.", said the owner of the legs and gently shooed her away.

Miss Noris gave me another challenging look and then slunk around the corner.

Theodore sighed. He glanced toward me. "(Y/n)?", he asked cautiously.

I nodded.

"Being a cat, you sure do pick fights, don't you?"

I grumbled. I didn't start it.

He smirked. "Don't get caught away."

His hand moved to my head, but stopped in mid-motion. He stretched his fingers once and pulled them back towards him. "See you."

I could feel myself wanting that touch. Even though I couldn't say why, I was far braver as a cat than as a human. So I trotted past him and stroked his legs once. A few steps away, I stopped again and looked at him. A small smile appeared on his face.

He shook his head at me. "We'll keep this between us," he murmured.

I nodded and walked back towards my common room. I tried to ignore the tingling sensation on my head.

The next day, Theodore suddenly sat down next to me in Potions. I looked irritatedly from him to his clicke and back again.

"Hi.", he just said and put his books on the table.

"Uhh... Hi.", I faltered.

He looked straight at me and leaned slightly towards me. "If I'm wrong, just forget it and pretend I never said anything.", he started. I nodded hesitantly. In a whisper, he continued. "You seem to like it when people... pet you.", he began.

I nodded. "I think we'd both benefit from seeing each other... meet like this more often.", he mumbled.

I looked at him, confused. "You want... What, petting dates?", I asked.

"Forget it.", he grumbled and tried to get up, but I held him by his sleeve.

"Now wait a minute. I'm just surprised.", I explained. He sat down again. I played with my quill. "I don't think I'd mind, but why don't you just get a cat... Well, if you like them so much."

"I'm not allowed.", he explained curtly.

"Oh."

"Yup."

I prepared my roll of parchment. "When do you want to start?"

I noticed his shoulders relax slightly. Today at seven. Come to the library. I'll sit at the back."

I nodded as Snape came bounding through the door.

I crept through the library, keeping an eye out for Theodore.

Hidden at the very back, he was sitting and flicking through a book, bored.

I jumped onto the table next to him and looked at the manuscript. He flinched slightly, when I landed next to him. "Hi," he whispered. He pointed to his scarf, which he had provisionally draped into a small bed. "Make yourself comfortable."

I lay down hesitantly on the green fabric. I pulled it here and there to make myself comfortable. When I was satisfied and lay down, I noticed Theodore grinning at me and shaking his head slightly. I grumbled slightly. He put his hand on my head and started to run it through my fur. I immediately started purring. He applied the perfect amount of pressure again. I closed my eyes in pleasure and let my limbs grow heavy.

"So we can do this more often?", he asked softly. I nodded and let out a small gasp. I lazily opened one eye. He had rested his head on his hand and was looking relaxed at me. I let myself fall onto my side and continued purring to myself.

We met up more often since then. Sometimes even just like that. Without fur. He had immediately made it clear that he only wanted to be called Theo when I had first spoken to him. Now we were sitting in the three brooms, drinking butterbeer.

"Don't you want to join your friends?" I asked.

He waved me off. "Oh Draco's studying to beat Granger today. Blaise has a date and Mattheo... I don't want to know."

He took a big sip from his glass.

"What do you actually get out of these meetings?" I asked him.

He shrugged his shoulders. "It relaxes me.", he admitted. "Most people just want sex."

I let my fingers scratch his scalp once. His ears turned red. I grinned. "Do you want to swap roles?"

He remained silent. "It wouldn't be a problem.", I mumbled. "Quit pro quo.", I shrugged.

He held on to his glass. "Would you?", he asked, looking stubbornly at the table.

"Sure.", I said, shrugging my shoulders.

He downed the rest of his beer and stood up. He held his hand out to me. "You coming?"

I let him pull me along.

He poked his head into the bedroom and exhaled with relief. Quickly, he pushed me inside. No one was there. He waved his wand and the curtains of his bed were already drawn. We sat down behind the curtains. I leaned back against the headboard and looked at Theo, waiting. He cast a silencing spell on the bed before lying down hesitantly on the pillow. I stroked his thick curls. He exhaled calmly and just let himself be pampered. It was unusual, but... nice.

Theo's POV

I was already poking around in my food, bored, when Mattheo sat down next to me on the bench.

"Tell me, when do you actually fuck each other?", he grinned.

I looked at him blankly. "Who are you talking about?"

Mattheo shook his head in amusement. "Well, your kitten."

I furrowed my eyebrows in irritation.

"Are you stalking me?"

Mattheo was still shoveling his food onto his plate with amusement. "You forget I know what goes on with people in here." He tapped his own forehead and grinned. "The little one has the hots for you. Even if she doesn't really know it herself yet."

He leaned his head on one hand. "But you're no better."

My hand closed convulsively around my fork. Anger bubbled up inside me. "You swore you'd stay out of our heads."

"I can't always completely suppress it.", Mattheo shrugged. "But you're into each other. In a weird beastly way." He shoved pumpkin paste into his mouth. "Why don't you make some cute little kittens then?"

I spat at him. "If you ever get lost in my head again, I'll make sure you can never grasp even a simple thought of yourself ever again." I stood up jerkily and left the Great Hall.

What was that even supposed to mean (Y/n) fancies me? We were... Friends? Damn we were friends. I liked her. Because we were friends. How by Merlin's fucking beard did that happen?

(Y/n)s POV

Theo was avoiding me. Had been all week. I didn't know if I'd done anything wrong, but he was avoiding me.

I was walking through the library to check out a potions book when I saw him between one of the back shelves. I stopped with a jolt. He had a girl pressed up against the shelf. He was literally devouring her. As quickly as possible, I turned around and left, but not without catching my bag on the shelf and catapulting a handful of books onto the floor.

They fluttered around until they were put back in their places.

I looked into the expressionless face of Theo and the grinning face of a blonde Ravenclaw girl.

"Sorry.", I babbled and disappeared as quickly as I could.

He could have just said he was seeing someone. Damn it, I really didn't insist that we see each other. After all, he had started the whole thing. I sat down defiantly in the courtyard. That we could become friends? But... Hadn't we become friends somewhere?

I sighed. Maybe I was just imagining it.

I was trotting through the corridors when I heard him.

"Hey.... Hey wait a minute! Damn it, stop!"

I sprinted on, but somehow Theo caught up with me. He quickly picked me up and hugged me to him. He held my front and back paws in one hand each so that I couldn't scratch him. I wriggled around wildly in his arms.

"No, you're coming with me now.", he scolded.

He carried me into the dungeon to his dormitory and threw me roughly onto his bed. He breathed in and out heavily from the effort of holding me down. I did the same. My ears were pinned back and I glared at him angrily.

"Everyone out!", he ordered without looking at anyone in the room.

They left the dormitory grumbling. I made a dash for the open door, but Theo immediately held me down. "Don't even think about it.", he hissed.

I hissed back. What the fuck was that about?

He didn't want to talk to me anymore.

The door closed. I sat petulantly on the bed.

"Now... Become a fucking human being! I want to talk!"

All of a sudden he wanted to talk. He ignored the fact that I even existed for two weeks and suddenly he wanted to talk.

I turned my back to him and flattened my ears.

"I'm sorry, okay?", he groaned, annoyed.

I didn't move.

He walked around the bed to look at me. He squatted down in front of me.

"I've been thinking," he said angrily. "Damn I'm not used to this friendship crap!"

I continued to sulk.

"Especially not with girls." He sat down on the floor. "It's unusual and scares me." A pout now appeared on his face too. "With girls, I usually only want sex and not... the rest." He got quieter and quieter.

I looked at him in surprise.

He buried his face in his hands. "Could I speak to a human now, please?"

I let myself change into my human form.

"What does that mean exactly?", I asked, looking down at him.

He looked stubbornly at the edge of the bed. "Probably that I want a relationship.", he said, as irritated as if he could hardly believe it himself.

"With me?", I asked, confused.

He looked at me as if I was dumb. "Of course with you! With who else?"

"No idea! Maybe Miss Ravenclaw." I threw my hands up in the air, annoyed.

"Are you jealous?"

"No.", I pouted.

"You're jealous."

"I'm not jealous."

"She's jealous!", Mattheo shouted from the other side of the door.

I growled, annoyed. "How-"

"He can read minds... by nature."

"That damn-"

"Hey! Concentrate!" He pulled my face towards him. His hands were warm on my cheeks. "If you're jealous, it's probably because you don't find the idea so far-fetched."

"Maybe." I mumbled and looked into his blue eyes.

"Possibly.", he nodded. He pushed me onto the bed and himself on top of me. His lips met mine hard. Large hands slid over my body with determination. Overwhelmed, I reached into his hair and tried to keep up with him. It was no secret that he was experienced. You could guess that I wasn't. He let his mouth wander to my neck, held my jaw gently but firmly to get a better grip on my throat and licked over the main artery, which was pulsating fast and furiously. I closed my eyes in pleasure and a soft moan escaped me.

The door pushed open. "Dude I'm not waiting for you to finish here now." Draco Malfoy walked towards his desk. "I have to study.", he clarified. Theo rolled his eyes. I fought my way back to clear thoughts.

"About time.", Zabini said dryly and lay back down on his bed.

Theo reached for his wand and the curtains closed immediately. This was followed by a silencing spell.

He looked me straight in the eye.  "I don't know how relationships work.", he admitted. "But I'm a quick learner."

I smirked. "I wouldn't know either." I closed my eyes in embarrassment. "I don't even know how..."

Theo's hand went back to my jaw. "I'll show you.", he sighed and lunged at my neck again.

I plucked grumpily at my collar. Theo grinned. I glared at him. He grinned wider.

Makeup with 100% coverage was all over my neck and the dark marks were still visible.

He had casually thrown an arm around me as we walked to Potions together. His mask once again completely the serene Theodore Nott that everyone knew.

His fingers ran over my neck.

"Don't do that," I grumbled.

"You liked it yesterday.", he grinned.

I poked him in the ribs.

"YES!" someone shouted in the corridor. "No Potions today!"

Draco, who was walking ahead of us, stuffed his notes into his pocket, annoyed. "If anyone's looking for me, I'm sleeping in until Monday.", he announced, shuffling down the corridor to the common room. The boy had been studying all night. The dark shadows lay heavy under his eyes.

"Early weekend.", Theo sighed, continuing to stroke circles over my neck.

Less than an hour later, we were sitting in the Slytherin common room. Theo was sitting in one of the wing chairs with his legs up, enjoying the warm fire. With his eyes closed, he stroked my fur lazily. I was curled up on his chest, my head in the crook of his neck, purring happily to myself.

Bonus Fluff

Draco and Zabini were once again arguing as only the two of them could. Theo was sitting on his bed and I was on his lap.

I curled up and let myself be stroked. My cat instincts were on fire today.

I smelled her on his fingers. This little one from Ravenclaw. They had played Quidditch against each other. Slytherin had won.

She had hugged him and grabbed his hand. Her scent was there. It wouldn't go away.

"What are you doing?", Theo asked suddenly. I licked his hand and couldn't stop. He belonged to me. He didn't have to smell like anyone else. "Hey, don't do that. That tickles." He tried to pull his hand away, but I nibbled on his finger. "Hey no teeth!" He pulled his hand away in a flash. I growled.

Behind me, Mattheo laughed. "Your little flea slinger is jealous. You reek of someone else."

I took advantage of the brief second Theo was inattentive and latched onto his arm. I immediately rubbed my head against his hand. "Are you marking me right now?", he asked incredulously.

I growled again. Yes, I was jealous. So what? I nibbled on his little finger again. He sighed and lifted me to his chest. A mistake. His neck smelled like her too. I immediately licked it. "Hey!" He tried to push me away, but I clawed at his shirt. "Claws! Claws!" he shouted frantically and grabbed my paws. I put my front paws around his neck.

"Okay.", he sighed. "Let off some steam."

I purred and rubbed my head along his chin.

[boysinmaidoutfits]

I could have you, Couldn’t I?

Part III. (The last one)

Theodore Nott x Reader

Thank you so much for the support, and i hope you guys like the last part of this series! I’ll keep you guys updated with more stories, let me know if you have any suggestions or head canons you’d want me to write. Wishing you all well and love yalll!💚

warnings ‼️: slight smut, mention of drugs and alcohol.

I stepped into the Slytherin house, green lights and smoke covering the whole place, music blasting through the speakers. I had a simple yet sexy costume on, i was wearing a black angel costume, a mini skirt with thighs that reached up to my middle thigh the top decorated with lace, I had a black corset on which hugged my body perfectly. My black high heeled boots clicked against the tile floor as I made my way to the party, my black little wings swaying on my back. Everyone was drunk already, some of them were even doing drugs, smoking weed, making out on the couch or the hallways, it was just how every Slytherin party went down in history. I made my way to the table and mixed up a strong drink i needed something for courage after all.

I made my way to the dance floor and i started swaying my hips, running my hands along my body to the music. I felt hot, guys all over the room staring at me with need and fire in their eyes. A pair of blue eyes pierced through the crowd staring right at me, it got my attention, a dangerously handsome Theodore painted as a skeleton. He was wearing his black suit with a red tie, he looked so sexy I could barely tear my eyes away from him. I felt a pair of hands ghosting on my waist slowly and teasingly sliding down to my hips, Theodore’s hands. “You’re looking breathtaking bellezza” He lets out a low groan as I push my back against him, dancing to the music still. I felt his hot breath against my neck whispering to me, his words poured out like honey “Mi stai rendendo le cose difficili(you’re making it difficult for me)” His italian made my legs tremble, my stomach tied in a knot, a good kind of knot, I turned my head looking into his eyes our faces awfully close to each other. “Making what difficult?” I looked up at him with doe eyes acting dumb, a sly smirk appeared on his face as he spun me around grabbing my chin. I felt his stronge woody cologne mixed with a hint of cigarette fill my nostrils. I never wanted a man so much.”Let me show you bellezza” He leaned down, his fingers dancing down from my chin to my neck grabbing it softly. “Gotta feel you baby, your lips on mine again..” he breathed out, and that’s when I knew he remembered, just as much as I remembered, the feeling of his lips on mine haunting me to this day. “Theodore…” I breathed out, I needed to feel his lips on mine immediately, I couldn’t bear it anymore. “Use your words topolino..(little mouse)” “Kiss me Theo, make a mess out of me, make the air disappear from my lungs” I whispered, my lips inches away from his as my hot breath lingered on his lips. I was driving him crazy, and I knew I only had this effect on him. “Oh you wanna be a mess?” He smirked down at me. “I’ll take care of that..” he grabbed my hand dragging me along the crowded room and leading me to the hallway, the music fading, the green lights and the smoke was still present as the chilly air hit me, but my body was burning, i needed him desperately. He pushed me up against the wall taking one of my legs and pulling it up to his waist. “No running now topolino..” he breathed hot against my lips, his lips brushing against mine in a soft yet aggressive way, he pressed his lips against mine in a teasing and fierce kiss. He groaned against my lips pushing himself against me, I couldn’t get enough of him. I folded my arms around his neck pulling him closer, my fingers found its way to his hair tangling in it. I parted my lips his tongue sliding into my mouth, exploring it demanding to taste every inch of it. I let out a soft moan and to that he let out a soft groan, pulling back slightly.”Fottere..(fuck) you’re driving me mad baby..” he presses a kiss against my lips again, his hands travelling upon my thighs squeezing it. His touch sent shivers down my spine. He pulled back and kissed down my neck, nibbling and biting my skin, leaving marks. He kissed along my jawline and then he attacked my lips again. We were on each other like animals, i was grabbing onto him, my legs found their way around his waist as he grabbed onto my ass supporting my weight. He squeezed every inch of me as he claimed my body with his hands. “Theo..” I breathe out between kisses and he pulls back looking at me “I could have you bella… couldn’t I?” He asked looking at me, his eyes flicking down to my lips and then back up to my eyes again. I groan softly, kissing him pouring all my emotions into the kiss. “I’ll take that as a yes..” he chuckles as he pressed a quick peck on my lips.”As you should..” I breathe out, our foreheads pressed against each other, our eyes not breaking contact even for a second. Our lips both puffy from the make out session we just shared, he smirked down at me looking at my swollen lips and the hickeys he left on my neck as he chuckles darkly.”il mio bel pasticcio..(my beautiful mess)”

[limitlesslfgt]

Lui era lì, così sottile e delicato e facile a spezzarsi, eppure così forte, nella sua giovanile bellezza, era lì in un mantello bianco e nastri verdi.

IL BUCANEVE, H. C. Andersen

There he was, so thin and delicate and easy to break, yet so strong, in his youthful beauty, there he was in a white cloak and green ribbons.

THE SNOWDROP, H. C. Andersen

@guimplen ph courtesy

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Storia Di Musica #314 - Susan Tedeschi, Live From Austin TX, 2004

Le storie di chitarre femminili di febbraio volevano sviluppare, lo ricordo per questo ultimo appuntamento, una questione che avevo sentito per radio (ho recuperato pure i particolare): durante la trasmissione Morning Glory di Virgin Radio, condotta da Alteria, alla domanda "quale sarebbe il tuo mestiere dei sogni" una giovane ascoltatrice scrisse "diventare una famosissima chitarrista, perchè non c'è ne sono". Alteria, che è anche musicista, ha subito cercato di smentire, ricordando Sister Rosetta Tharpe, la grandissima blueswoman e cantante gospel degli anni '30-'60 del 1900. Tuttavia, e alla fine di questo percorso che è sempre anche un'occasione per imparare qualcosa di nuovo, sono arrivato alla conclusione che, dal punto di visto della fama e della riconoscibilità, aveva ragione l'ascoltatrice, non c'è mai stata per gli indicatori appena descritti una chitarrista riconoscibile come Hendrix, Blackmore o Jack White, per citare tre chitarristi di epoche differenti. Allo stesso tempo, non vuol dire che non ci siano state chitarriste tecnicamente e musicalmente eccezionali, e le scelte di Febbraio 2024 sono solo un antipasto di un viaggio che lascerà deliziati chi vorrà continuarlo. Per concludere la carrellata, oggi vi porto a Norwell, Massachusetts, dove all'interno di una famiglia di origini italiani, i Tedeschi (che sono facoltosi, proprietari di una famosa catena di supermercato in tutto lo stato) nasce nel 1970 Susan. Sin da piccola è un prodigio nelle recite e a sei anni ha una piccola parte in un Musical itinerante che una compagnia locale porta in giro nella contea. Cresce in mezzo ai dischi, e per quelle strane ascendenze del gusto, si appassiona ai ritmi e alle atmosfere del blues. Susan Tedeschi frequenta il Berklee College, come Emily Remler (la prima protagonista delle storie di Febbraio) e si specializza in canto gospel e a 20 anni si laurea. Ne ha pochi di più quando fonda la prima Susan Tedeschi Band, con Adrienne Hayes, Jim Lamond e Mike Aiello che, dopo una fondamentale gavetta nel locali di Boston e dintorni, vengono notati da un musicista e produttore, Tom Hambridge (che vincerà nella sua carriera 7 Grammy Awards), che li mette sotto contratto per la piccola etichetta Tone Cool e produce il primo disco, che per scelta sua vedrà a luce solo a nome Susan Tedeschi: Just Won't Burn del 1998 è un grandissimo debutto, con la seconda chitarra di Sean Costello (uno dei più grandi talenti chitarristici di quegli anni, stroncato a 28 anni da complicanze della sua dipendenza dalla droga) che ha due hit da classifica in Rock Me Right e It Hurt So Bad, scritte con Hambridge. Il disco venderà tantissimo per un disco blues di una piccola etichetta, 500 mila copie, e porterà Susan Tedeschi a suonare per gente come John Mellencamp, B.B. King, Buddy Guy, The Allman Brothers Band, Taj Mahal e Bob Dylan. Nel 2003 apre quasi tutti i concerti americani del Licks Tour di un certo gruppo inglese, appena arrivato ai 40 anni di attività, i Rolling Stones, acquisendo una fama crescente, anche per le sue meravigliose qualità artistiche, che penso si esprimano al meglio nel disco di oggi.

È chiamata, per la terza volta, ad esibirsi per l'Austin City Limits, uno dei programmi musicali più famosi degli Stati Uniti, che trasmette un concerto dal vivo di 60 minuti sui canali della PBS, che è la televisione pubblica negli USA. Insieme a lei, William Green all'organo Hammond, Jason Crosby alle tastiere, violino e ai cori, Ron Perry al basso e Jeff Sipe alla batteria. Live In Austin TX esce nel 2004 ed è un delizioso esempio di classe e maestria musicale: la chitarra e la voce di Susan giganteggiano, senza mai strafare, ma lasciando evidenti tocchi di bellezza (tra l'altro vi invito a fare caso alla differenza che ha la sua voce quando canta e quando, quasi timida, ringrazia con un Thank You gli applausi). E la sua chitarra è una espressione di questa dolcezza: mai ossessiva, ma affilata e precisa, con assoli eleganti e morbidi, accompagnati da inserimenti degli altri strumenti. In scaletta pezzi del suo repertorio solista (It Hurt So Bad, la sofferta I Fell In Love, Wrapped In The Arms Of Another), altri scritti per lei (The Feeling Music Brings dal futuro marito Derek Tucks) ma soprattutto una meravigliosa collezione di cover, dove viene fuori il suo canto di impostazione gospel e tutto il suo talento: You Can Make It If You Try di Sly And The Family Stone, Gonna Move di Paul Pena, Alone di Tommy Sims (che produsse Streets Of Philadelphia di Bruce Springsteen), Love's in Need Of Love Today di Stevie Wonder e un suo cavallo di battaglia, sia su disco che dal vivo, Angel From Montgomery di John Prine, che è così strettamente identificata con Bonnie Riatt, altra grandiosa cantante e chitarrista, il cui testimone è preso da Tedeschi in questo senso. C'è il soul di Voodoo Woman di Koki Taylor, uno strumentale meraviglioso come Hampmotized e c'è la cover più bella e sentita di Don't Think It Twice, It's All Right di Bob Dylan: la versione originale del grande di Duluth era basata su un folk tradizionale, Who's Gonna Buy You Ribbons When I'm Gone?, e riprendeva un verso da una rielaborazione dello stesso brano fatta da Paul Clayton, che rititolò il brano Who's Gonna Buy Your Chickens When I'm Gone. Il brano ha una leggenda in sé: si dice che fu scritto da un giovane Dylan (il brano fa parte del leggendario The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan del 1963) preoccupato e "geloso" del fatto che la vacanza della sua allora fidanzata, Suzie Rotolo (che è la ragazza che appre nella copertina dello stesso disco a braccetto con lui), in Italia si stesse allungando troppo, immaginando quindi come sarebbe stato raccontare un litigio. In realtà come scrisse Nat Hentoff nel libretto originale (Hentoff è stato critico musicale del Village Voice per 51 anni) è probabilmente il primo degli innumerevoli "discorsi con sè" di Dylan, "un'affermazione che magari puoi dire per sentirti meglio… come se stessi parlando da solo". l'arrangiamento slow blues di Tedeschi è fantastico, con il violino e l'organo Hammond, e diventerà per anni uno dei momenti più attesi dei suoi concerti.

Concerti che saranno sempre il fulcro principale della sua attività, soprattutto dopo l'incontro, prima sentimentale e poi artistico, con Derek Trucks, altro chitarrista formidabile, erede della dinastia Allman Brothers, con cui formerà dal 2010 una Tedeschi Trucks Band, vincendo nel 2012 un Grammy con il disco Revelator. Una grande artista e un'altra grande chitarra da scoprire.

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"Possano le scintille della bellezza di Dio danzare negli occhi di coloro che amiamo. Possa l'universo essere in fiamme con la Presenza per noi in questo giorno. Possa il nuovo sole che sorge graziarci con gratitudine. Che il verde della terra brilli e le sue acque respirino con lo Spirito. Che i venti del cielo agitino il terreno della nostra anima e nuovi risvegli sorgano dentro di noi. Possano i potenti angeli della luce brillare in tutte le cose in questo giorno. Possano chiamarci alla riverenza, possano chiamarci alla vita." John Philip Newell, Pregare con la Terra art _by_handsofshame ***************************** "May the sparks of God's beauty dance in the eyes of those we love. May the universe be on fire with Presence for us this day. May the new sun's rising grace us with gratitude. Let earth's greenness shine and its waters breathe with Spirit. Let heaven's winds stir the soil of our soul and fresh awakenings rise within us. May the mighty angels of light glisten in all things this day. May they summon us to reverence, may the call us to life." John Philip Newell, Praying with the Earth art _by_handsofshame 

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Mark Zuckerberg, nuovo yacht da 300 milioni: lungo 118 metri, 48 membri di equipaggio, campo da basket ed eliporto

(voi mettetevi il pannellino solare sul tetto, fatevi la casa green e andate al lavoro in monopattino, altrimenti surriscaldate il pianeta...)

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The Magic of Street-Side Trees. Beauty, Coolness, and Urban Prosperity.

The beauty, coolness, and urban prosperity brought by street-side trees.

Trees lining urban streets are integral elements of the urban landscape, serving multiple ecological roles and socio-economic functions. In general, incorporating trees along the roads in urban areas can elevate the aesthetic appeal, regulate temperatures, and foster prosperity growth. And if our goal is to enhance the role of cities in driving economic growth and fully utilizing human resources, then we must prioritize making tangible improvements to urban environments.

Trees are crucial components for creating appealing and hospitable urban environments that enhance citizens' psychological and social well-being. They play a vital role in reducing air temperature and humidity, which helps alleviate the effects of heat waves and global warming. Trees bear witness to the history, culture, and identity of cities, which they preserve and pass on to future generations. In addition to their undeniable beauty, trees are valuable allies in the fight against climate change.

They provide a range of local benefits that are often ignored beyond the global role of absorbing carbon dioxide. This article aims to increase awareness among readers about the importance of trees for cities and the planet. It seeks to motivate all of us to value, preserve, and protect the urban tree heritage through a participatory and accountable manner that involves citizens and institutions.

Street-side trees are more than just beautiful to look at. They are an essential resource for cities, providing numerous benefits to residents' health, well-being, and quality of life. In their article on Monocolo, Paolo Massi and Giulia Papaleo highlight the main advantages of trees in urban areas. La magia degli alberi lungo le strade. Bellezza, frescura e prosperità urbana

Among the benefits that trees bring to the urban environment, we can mention:

Trees perform ecological, social, and economic functions that contribute to the well-being and development of cities. They help to reduce air pollution by capturing particles, filtering harmful gases, and producing oxygen. Trees also absorb carbon from the atmosphere and store it in their wood, making them beneficial for climate change mitigation. Additionally, trees create shade, cool the air, and reduce energy consumption for cooling buildings. They prevent flooding, improve water quality, and increase biodiversity by providing shelter and food for many species. Trees enhance the urban landscape, mitigate noise, and even increase the value of properties.

Moreover, they promote physical and mental health by stimulating physical activity, reducing stress, and improving mood and concentration.

Therefore, roadside trees are a valuable resource for cities and their inhabitants. It is critical to protect, care for, and increase them through various means, such as public policies, private actions, and guaranteed maintenance over time, recognizing their fundamental role in the quality of urban life so that maintenance, which develops jobs, in particular, is 'guaranteed' over time,

Urban forestation and eco-neighborhoods.

Urban forestation refers to designing and creating green spaces in urban and peri-urban areas to incorporate nature into the landscape. It is important to both develop new green spaces and enhance existing ones.

Eco-neighborhoods serve as an example of sustainable and livable urban environments. They are designed considering the environment and the health of their residents. Sustainability principles are followed to improve the landscape and economic assets of the urban context. The design of an environmentally sustainable neighborhood aims to reduce its environmental impact during construction, throughout its life cycle, and even during decommissioning while prioritizing the comfort of its residents. These neighborhoods are built to improve people's quality of life by emphasizing energy conservation, renewable energy, environmentally friendly materials, reducing water and waste consumption, and promoting sustainable mobility. They are tangible parts of the city that contribute to the well-being of its inhabitants.

In addition, urban forestation is another example of how urban environments can be made more livable and sustainable. We can seamlessly blend nature into the urban landscape by integrating street trees, gardens, and parks. They represent elements of nature that help purify the air we breathe, capturing pollutants, storing carbon, and mitigating the climate of cities.

In summary, street-side trees are not just a decorative element but a proper green infrastructure that improves the quality of urban life. Therefore, It is vital to encourage planting, caring for, and preserving trees in urban areas, with the participation of government institutions, businesses, and residents, in order to achieve a shared vision to promote sustainable progress.

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Intro

Gli alberi sono elementi essenziali per creare paesaggi urbani attraenti e accoglienti, che favoriscono il benessere psicologico e sociale dei cittadini. contribuiscono a ridurre la temperatura e l'umidità dell'aria, mitigando gli effetti delle ondate di calore e del riscaldamento globale. Essi sono testimoni della storia, della cultura e dell'identità delle città, che conservano e trasmettono alle generazioni future. Alleati nella lotta ai cambiamenti climatici, oltre alla loro innegabile bellezza offrono una serie di benefici locali che spesso tendiamo a trascurare (al di là dei benefici globali di assorbimento dell’anidride carbonica). Questo articolo quindi ha lo scopo di sensibilizzare i lettori sull'importanza degli alberi per le città e per il pianeta, invitandoli a conoscere, apprezzare e tutelare il patrimonio arboreo urbano coinvolgendo i cittadini e le istituzioni in un processo partecipativo e responsabile.

La magia degli alberi lungo le strade. Bellezza, frescura e prosperità urbana.

Gli alberi sono una risorsa preziosa per le città, non solo per il loro contributo alla mitigazione dei cambiamenti climatici, ma anche per i molteplici benefici che apportano alla salute, al benessere e alla qualità della vita dei cittadini. In questo articolo del Monocolo gli autori Paolo Massi e Giulia Papaleo, vogliono illustrare alcuni dei principali vantaggi che gli alberi offrono alle aree urbane e alle persone che le abitano. La magia degli alberi lungo le strade. Bellezza, frescura e prosperità urbana

La magia degli alberi lungo le strade dunque non si limita alla loro estetica. Gli alberi sono elementi essenziali per il benessere e lo sviluppo delle città, in quanto svolgono funzioni ecologiche, sociali ed economiche. Tra i vantaggi che gli alberi apportano all'ambiente urbano, possiamo citare:

Riduzione dell'inquinamento atmosferico: gli alberi catturano le particelle sospese nell'aria, filtrano i gas nocivi e producono ossigeno.

Mitigazione del cambiamento climatico: gli alberi assorbono il carbonio dall'atmosfera e lo immagazzinano nel loro legno, contribuendo a ridurre l'effetto serra.

Regolazione termica: gli alberi creano ombra e rinfrescano l'aria attraverso la traspirazione, diminuendo la temperatura e il consumo energetico per il raffreddamento degli edifici.

Conservazione del suolo e dell'acqua: gli alberi riducono l'erosione del suolo, aumentano la sua capacità di infiltrazione e ritardano il deflusso delle acque piovane, prevenendo le inondazioni e migliorando la qualità dell'acqua.

Incremento della biodiversità: gli alberi offrono rifugio e cibo a molte specie animali e vegetali, arricchendo la diversità biologica delle città.

Valorizzazione del paesaggio urbano: gli alberi creano scenari naturali, armonizzano l'architettura, attenuano il rumore e aumentano il valore immobiliare delle proprietà.

Promozione della salute e del benessere umano: gli alberi favoriscono la salute fisica e mentale delle persone, stimolando l'attività fisica, riducendo lo stress, migliorando l'umore e la concentrazione.

Gli alberi e le aiuole a verde lungo le strade sono quindi una risorsa preziosa per le città e i loro abitanti. Per questo motivo, è importante proteggerli, curarli e incrementarli, attraverso politiche pubbliche e azioni private che ne riconoscano il ruolo fondamentale per la qualità della vita urbana affinché la manutenzione, che sviluppa posti di lavoro, in particolare venga 'garantita' nel tempo.

La forestazione urbana e gli ecoquartieri

Con il termine forestazione urbana si intende la progettazione e lo sviluppo di aree verdi urbane e periurbane, facendo della natura un'importante protagonista di questo paesaggio. Chiaramente è importante non solo progettare e sviluppare nuove aree verdi, ma anche rivalorizzare e riappropriarsi di quelle esistenti.

Certo! Gli ecoquartieri sono un esempio di ambienti urbani sostenibili e vivibili. Sono quartieri costruiti nel rispetto dell’equilibrio ambientale e della salute delle persone che vi abitano. Sono conformi ai principi della sostenibilità e puntano alla valorizzazione del patrimonio paesaggistico ed economico del contesto urbano in cui sono inseriti. La progettazione di un quartiere ecosostenibile punta a ridurne l’impatto ambientale: dalla fase di costruzione, al ciclo di vita, fino alla sua dismissione, senza mai dimenticare il comfort di chi lo vive. Si tratta di vere e proprie porzioni di città edificate con l’obiettivo di innalzare il livello di qualità della vita e sono realizzate ponendo l’accento su: risparmio energetico; uso delle energie rinnovabili e di materiale ecologico; riduzione del consumo di acqua e di rifiuti; promozione della mobilità sostenibile.

Inoltre, la forestazione urbana è un altro esempio di come gli ambienti urbani possono essere resi più vivibili e sostenibili. Le alberature stradali, i giardini e i parchi urbani rappresentano degli elementi di natura che contribuiscono a purificare l’aria che respiriamo, catturando sostanze inquinanti, immagazzinando carbonio e mitigando il clima delle città.

Come si può notare, gli alberi lungo le strade non sono solo un elemento decorativo, ma una vera e propria infrastruttura verde che migliora la qualità della vita urbana. Per questo motivo, è importante promuovere la piantumazione, la manutenzione e la protezione degli alberi nelle città, coinvolgendo le amministrazioni pubbliche, le imprese e i cittadini in una visione condivisa di sviluppo sostenibile.

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Affari Sbullonati: Fiat 500 d'epoca elettrica retrofit in mostra

Scoprite come Affari Sbullonati ha creato una Fiat 500 d'epoca elettrica retrofit, unendo tradizione e sostenibilità.

In un mondo che cerca soluzioni sostenibili, il retrofitting (la trasformazione da auto a motore termico in auto a motore elettrico) emerge come una scelta entusiasmante. Affari Sbullonati ha abbracciato questa sfida, trasformando la classica Fiat 500 d'epoca in un'opera d'arte elettrica. A differenza di altri progetti simili, il motore è stato montato direttamente sul differnziale, rimuovendo il cambio, in questo modo si è semplificato ulteriormente il progetto guadagnando leggerezza e spazio. Il Progetto Elettrico di Affari Sbullonati "Eccola ragazzi, la Fiat 500 d'epoca elettrica di Affari Sbullonati" inizia così il video che mostra il retrofit della Cinquecento Jolly usata per questo progetto. Silenziosa e raffinata, la 500 elettrica conserva l'aspetto originale ma nasconde un cuore innovativo.

Dettagli Tecnici della Trasformazione Questa autovettura ora ospita un motore elettrico da 48V e 4 kW, che garantisce un'autonomia di circa 70-80 km, ideale per il diletto in Beach Resort o proprietà private. "Guardate che bellezza ragazzi, tutto veramente assemblato in maniera fantastica," si sente nel video mentre vengono mostrate le celle al litio e il sistema di gestione della batteria.

Motore elettrico da 48V e 4 kW, notare l'assenza del cambio e l'ampio spazio guadagnato. Rispetto per la Tradizione Uno degli aspetti più notevoli di questa Fiat 500 d'epoca elettrica è il rispetto per l'integrità originale della vettura. All'interno, il cruscotto storico è stato mantenuto, mentre sono stati aggiunti un nuovo acceleratore elettrico e un selettore per le marce. Questa trasformazione non solo è ecologica, ma anche reversibile: "I punti di ancoraggio sono stati tenuti quelli originali, quindi basta smontare queste tre piastre, rimontate il termico senza modifica per la macchina originale"

Batterie al litio, regolatori e trasformatore di alimentazione posti nel vano anteriore Un Passo Verso il Futuro Questa Fiat 500 d'epoca elettrica non è solo un tributo al passato, ma anche un passo verso un futuro sostenibile attraverso il retrofit. "Affari Sbullonati ha fatto un lavoro fantastico, pulito e raffinato," afferma il video, sottolineando l'importanza di un'innovazione che rispetta sia la storia che l'ambiente.

Selettore direzione al posto della leva del cambio Un grande problema Il kit di Affari Sbullonati è molto semplice. Tuttavia è proposto solo al mercato estero perché in Italia al momento, non è possibile l’omologazione dal momento che la legge sul retrofit non autorizza tale kit (deve essere mantenuto il cambio che in questo caso è stato eliminato in quanto non necessario) E' incredibile come non ci sia l’opportunità di installare questi kit elettrici e green, dagli unici venduti dalle due aziende leader autorizzate. In conclusione, la Fiat 500 d'epoca elettrica di Affari Sbullonati è una testimonianza della possibilità di unire la passione per le auto classiche con l'impegno verso un futuro più verde. Cosa ne pensate di questa straordinaria fusione tra passato e futuro? La Fiat 500 elettrica potrebbe essere il simbolo di una nuova era per la mobilità? Cosa ci dite sul problema dell'impossibilità di omologare questa vettura?

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Assuefazione

Che poi non è nemmeno il problema del consumismo in sé, che può sempre dar occasione a moralismi perbenisti e quaccheri, il punto è che si avverte una certa fatica da parte dell'economia di mercato di creare quei nuovi bisogni che vanno periodicamente ad alimentare una domanda che, dal canto suo, si trascina stancamente da tempo come può. Ultima in ordine di apparizione, l'economia green, che già di per sé allude a una decrescita, a una contrazione dei bisogni con margini di guadagno sempre più risicati, e dall'altra parte la creazione di bisogni immateriali che comportano grandi campagne di persuasione volte a magnificare la bellezza del gioco del calcio o delle serie tv. L'impressione è che ci si avvicini sempre più a un punto critico in cui all'offerta di beni e servizi non corrisponderà più la capacità, o anche solo la volontà, di acquistarli. I grandi cervelli che dirigono l'economia mondiale hanno davanti a s�� un bel problema, creare economia e necessità di consumo in un mondo ormai assuefatto a tutto, chi vivrà vedrà, sempre che abbia conservato gli occhi per piangere.

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Summer morning

It's a blessing! Such a morning rarely happens. No one passes by on the trail, the guests are still asleep, it is Sunday, and therefore the crew didn't come to work: no motorcarts or brush cutters, no vociferating in the vineyards, all is silent at Stella di Lemmen.

All that can be heard is the song of the little birds and that of the roosters, which, freed from their night shelters, call out to each other from afar, competing to see who can sing best. They are joined by the tenuous hum of a few bumblebees on the lawn (they are the first to get to work) and the gentle rustle of olive tree branches around the house, moved by the breeze.

The sun has not yet emerged from behind the hill, and without its presence the silvery light offers a rare intimacy and heralds a glorious day. The sky screen lights up in anticipation.

The light rain two days ago has made the endless shades of green around us more intense: vines, trees, bushes - everything seems to quiver in the early morning light.

A few breaths of air sway the tops of the trees and the highest shoots of the vines: they look like arms that, raised, wave from afar. It is likely that later the wind will strengthen, but for now it is only a timid hint that gently envelops us in coolness and stillness and sends us back to breath, the foundation of our life.

The sea sheds its purple dress, that of farewell to darkness, and changes to cobalt, preparing to welcome the sun.

It appears motionless from here, but if you pay attention you can make out the succession of long waves driven by a last breath of the mistral. Soon it will become an expanse of glistening blue.

What enchantment is all this beauty, what joy, what wonder! An instant of magic that reflects our intimacy. Nature - thriving, vibrant, disarming - offers itself for what it is: an impassive, immovable, untouched mirror.

For beauty, peace, love and what some call "the kingdom of heaven" are all here, exclusively within us.

Mattina d'estate

È una benedizione una mattina così, capita di rado. Nessuno passa sul sentiero, gli ospiti dormono ancora, è domenica e di conseguenza i ragazzi non sono venuti al lavoro: niente motocariole o decespugliatori, né vociare nelle vigne, tutto tace a Stella di Lemmen.

Sì sente soltanto il canto degli uccellini e quello dei galli, che liberati dai loro ricoveri notturni si chiamano da lontano facendo la gara a chi canta meglio. Si aggiungono tenui il ronzio di qualche bombo sul prato (sono i primi a mettersi al lavoro) ed il fruscio dei rami degli ulivi intorno a casa, mossi dalla brezza.

Il sole non è ancora spuntato da dietro la montagna, e senza la sua presenza la luce argentea offre una rara intimità e annuncia una giornata gloriosa. Lo schermo del cielo si accende nell'attesa.

La leggera pioggia dell’altro ieri ha reso le infinite tonalità di verde che ci circondano più intense: vigne, alberi, cespugli, tutto sembra trepidare nella prima luce mattutina.

Qualche alito d'aria fa dondolare le cime degli alberi e i tralci più alti delle vigne: paiono braccia che, levate, salutano da lontano. È probabile che più tardi il vento si rafforzi, ma per ora è solo un timido accenno che ci avvolge delicatamente di frescura e di quiete e ci rimanda al respiro, il fondamento della nostra vita.

Il mare si spoglia del suo vestito violaceo, quello di addio alle tenebre, e si veste di cobalto preparandosi ad accogliere il sole.

Appare immobile da qui, ma se si presta attenzione si scorge il susseguirsi delle lunghe onde sospinte da un ultimo alito di maestrale. Presto diventerà una distesa di rilucente blu.

Che incanto tutta questa bellezza, che gioia, che meraviglia! Un istante di magia che riflette la nostra intimità. La natura - prospera, vivace, disarmante - si offre per quello che è: uno specchio impassibile, inamovibile, intatto.

Perché la bellezza, la pace, l'amore e quello che qualcuno chiama “il regno dei cieli” sono tutti qui, esclusivamente dentro di noi.

[chez-mimich]

JULIEN GREEN: “PARIGI”

Ci sono libri che avremmo potuto scrivere noi, ne siamo convinti tutti, solo che li hanno scritti altri e, forse, questa convinzione è dovuta al fatto che in realtà convivono nella nostra mente gli echi dei tanti libri letti. Mi è capitato di provare questa sensazione dopo le prime due o tre pagine di “Parigi” di Julien Green. Parigi è da sempre una città narrata, filmata, raccontata, cantata attraverso i secoli , come poche altro città lo sono state: forse solo New York e Londra hanno avuto la stessa “fortuna narrativa”. Il libro è semplicemente un atto di amore incorruttibile ed eterno per Parigi. “…Avevo affisso al muro una mappa di Parigi, che catturava lungamente il mio sguardo e quasi a mia insaputa mi erudiva. Scoprii che Parigi aveva la forma di un cervello umano…” Julien Green tratta Parigi con lo stesso approccio che fu dei surrealisti. Più di un passo, di questo prezioso volumetto edito da Adelphi, sembra attingere al patrimonio della letteratura surrealista, a cominciare dallo strabiliante “Nadja” di André Breton fino al mirabolante “Le Paysan de Paris” di Louis Aragon. È proprio l’anima del vero flâneur che anima tutto il volume e basta la lettura di qualche pagina per rendersene conto “…Chi non ha perso tempo in una città non può certo pretendere di conoscerla bene. L’anima di una metropoli non si lascia cogliere tanto facilmente per entrare in comunicazione con lei bisogna essersi annoiati, avere un po’ sofferto nei luoghi che la delimitano…” Parole di questo tenore sono proprie solo di pochissimi autori, legati alla città da un cordone ombelicale mai reciso. Il lettore di questo libro non può avere con l’autore che la stessa affinità elettiva, perché Parigi richiede una dedizione totale, non uno sguardo da turista e questa non è una guida turistica. Basta leggere “Le alture del Sedicesimo” (ove sedicesimo sta per XVI Arrondissement), dedicato al quartiere di Passy (per intenderci quello che inizia sotto il Ponte di Bir Hakeim, dove l’urlo di Marlon Brando squarciava la quiete parigina).La descrizione della Rue de Passy ha molto a che fare con le meraviglie del “paesano” paragonata ai “passages” dove provare la “vertigine del moderno”: il vinaio Nicolas, la pasticceria Coquelin, gli sguardi che i garzoni lanciano ai polpacci delle massaie, la Rue Raynouard, tutto ciò non può nascere da una semplice ammirazione per la città, nemmeno da un amore per la città, ma può nascere solo da una devozione per Parigi che è di molti, ma non di tutti. La stessa cosa può dirsi per le scorribande sentimentali di Julien Green nei giardini del Palais Royal, “uno di quei luoghi dove aleggia un non so che di misterioso, più facile da percepire che da dire”, scrive l’autore preso ormai dal feticismo più sfrenato: “La mia mano sfiorò una delle colonne bianche (…) Come in preda ad una allucinazione, infilai il viso tra le sbarre della cancellata le cui punte di lance dorate brillavano contro un cielo minaccioso…” Evitate di leggere un libro così se non l’amate come l’amo io, potrebbe deludervi perché leggereste un libro su una città e non su “la” città. Curiose coincidenze: lo scorso anno, proprio in queste settimane lessi “Paris s’il vous plaît” (Einaudi). Ecco, la giovane autrice romana, tra i contemporanei, è quella che maggiormente sembra essere sulla stessa lunghezza d’onda con libri simili a questo, dove la bellezza di Parigi si rivela in tutta la sua convulsività e vale la pena ricordare che come scrisse Breton “La beauté sera convulsive ou ne sera pas.”