Ringrazia Dio. Se non sai per che cosa, tu comunque ringrazialo. Non ti sei accorto di come, ad ogni primavera, su ogni campo, Egli pazientemente cuce i pallidi petali al bottoncino giallo della margherita? Ogni notte il suo braccio si solleva dall'orizzonte e innalza la sua lanterna: la luna. Non lo senti il frusciare delle sue vesti nei Cieli?La sua ombra su tutti i boschi e le valli...

The world of literature is full of beautiful examples of Fairis' songs.
Some examples
A Fairy Song by William Shakespeare
Song of the Fairies by Robbing an Orchard
SONG OF THE FAIRIES from Manx Ballads
The Fairies' song by George Borrow.

And I could go on and on.

Il Canto delle Fate da Giardino

Le fate da giardino sono state fatte prigioniere dalla perfida regina Morenide ed ora sono costrette a vivere in un giardino spettrale e decadente.

Al crepuscolo le fate si destano
e il giardino tutto infestano.
Dentro il calice del fiore una casina
non vedi la lucina come d’una lanternina?
Noi nuotiamo dentro le calle
si, proprio come farfalle!
Sul vestito, d’acqua lo zampillo
al chiar di luna, oh guarda! Già brillo.
Io che parlo son la fata maggiore
di certo, la migliore.
Medora non far l’ochetta
questa non è una fraschetta.
In sogno m’apparve di fate il gruppetto
che si guardava intorno circospetto
il gioco era nascondino
nello spettrale giardino:
“tutte ai campi di tulipani”
Gridavo
e vi pregavo
“poi nei vasi di gerani,
sotto brionia, biancospino
e nell’incavo di quel bel pino!
Non così…alla rifusa
in quella anemone socchiusa!
Correte Titania, Iridella
e anche tu Blustella
tra i petali di gigli
ascoltate i miei consigli
non andate in fratte spinose
son tanto tenebrose!
Ho visto le due boccacce
a quelle tre erbacce.
Sbrigati Cordelia,
qui dentro la camelia!
E per me non resta neanche una begonia!
per fortuna c’è una peonia!
Aurora, Flora
non sgualcite la passiflora.
Giù lungo lo stelo io scivolo
si, lo so il giuoco è un po’ frivolo.
Delle fate dei boschi son la regina
birichina, turchina, un non so che di sbarazzina”
Poi il sogno è finito
Solo un sogno…Avete proprio capito
Del pic nic notturno
su ragnatele è il turno!
Dormire potessimo tra giunco fiorito
ma qui tutto è sfiorito,
quando abitavo nel fiordaliso
grande era il mio sorriso.
Farei di un contratto la stipula
per vivere l’eterno in una primula.
Salire vorrei su la rampicante morella
per vedere nascere la stella.
Oh tu brezza semina
nel campo la pratolina.
Qui ci vuole un bel pianto
per il mio umore affranto.
Gli sbuffi del vento
tra i ciuffi fanno spavento. E’ un vero tormento!
Basta sogni, basta speranze
di fragranze!

The Lady of the Dew

...Qualche istante dopo scese dal cielo una luce bluastra e pareva di sentire in lontananza una musica di volino, che racchiudeva nelle sue corde tutta la tristezza del mondo. I tre coniglietti mossi da paura si nascosero ancora di più nelle profondità verdi del salice. I nasini si muovevano convulsamente e fiutavano un delicato profumo. Dalla nebbia emerse come se stesse passando attraverso un pesante tendaggio di broccato, la rugiada. Essa era una piccolissima fanciulla dalle sembianze umane, camminava delicatamente con le sue ampissime e lunghissime vesti trasparenti sul terriccio, l’erba ed i sassolini. Con la mano reggeva una piccola lanterna, la luce vibrava e gettava nell’aria onde dorate. Drappeggiata di una bellezza eterea, al suo passaggio venivano sprigionati piccoli cristalli acquei che si adagiavano con infinita grazia su ogni roccia, petalo, fungo ed ogni altra meraviglia del sottobosco.

Sono fatta di brezza,
non vedi che sfioro l’erba sulle sponde di acque oscure?

Ferma le stelle e fa che mi guardino
Dio siede al centro del centro della mia anima.

I'm currently addicted to this song "Cosmic Love" by Florence And The Machine. The lyric is beautiful and poetic.
Enjoy!

A fallen star,
Fell from your heart,
And landed in my eyes,

I screamed aloud,
As it tore through them,
And now it's left me blind,

The stars, the moon,
They have all been blown out,
You left me in the dark,

No dawn, no day,
I'm always in this twilight,
In the shadow of your heart,

And in the dark,
I can hear your heartbeat, I try to find the sound,
But then it stopped,
And I was in the darkness,
So darkness I became,

The stars, the moon,
They have all been blown out,
You left me in the dark,

No dawn, No day,
I'm always in this twilight,
In the shadow of your heart,

I took the stars from my eyes,
And then I made a map,
I knew that some how,
I could find my way back,

Then I heard your heart beating, you were darkness too,
So I stayed in the darkness with you,

The stars, the moon,
They have all been blown out,
You left me in the dark,

No dawn, no day,
I'm always in the twilight,
In the shadow of your heart,

The stars, the moon,
They have all been blown out,
You left me in the dark, (you left me in the dark)

No dawn, no day,
I'm always in this twilight,
In the shadow of your heart,

One of my favorite prayers that echoes in my heart is by A.W. Tozer:

O God, I have tasted Thy goodness, and it has both satisfied me and made me thirsty for more, I am painfully conscious of my need of further grace. I am ashamed of my lack of desire. O God, the Triune God, I want to want Thee; I long to be filled with longing; I thirst to be made more thirsty still. Show me Thy glory, I pray Thee, that so I may know Thee indeed. Begin in mercy a new work of love within me. Say to my soul, “Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.” Then give me grace to rise and follow Thee up from this misty lowland where I have wandered so long. In Jesus’ Name, Amen. (From The Pursuit of God)

Psalm 116

For you have delivered my soul from death,
My eyes from tears,
My feet from stumbling;
I will walk before the Lord
In the land of the living

I love this Psalm. Every word gives me hope, I'm feeling new and this is a wonderful feeling. I'm stronger. I live. I live every second of my life to glorify God and I'm doing this loving my friends, family and my boyfriend.
We are getting involved in a Christian Mission Trip and I'm looking forward to it.

Wow. It's been a while since I posted something here. Many things changed and are still changing in a very positive way.
I want to share this little photo I took in Denmark a few time ago...the color of the sea is gorgeous!
The phrase is taken from a song called "Mystery" by Phil Wickham.
I got the chance to think a lot during this last period of my life and I came to a point: we all really need to return back to the simple things, enjoy every second of your time, don't let fake, arrogant people to come into your life and make it unbearable. The world has so many beautiful things. Close your eyes and let the gentle, soft wind touches your soul. That's what your soul yearns for. For freedom, love, peace and most important God.

Renée Vivien

Renée Vivien (1877-1909) is one of my favorite poet and it's very easy to be amazed by her verses. She was British but she wrote only in French, I don't speak French very much, unfortunately, but enough to understand the power and the beauty hidden behind the words.
She doesn't write, she paints with her pen and the result is terrific.
She died very young and she killed herself after an abuse of alcohol and drugs. She also suffered from anorexia nervosa.




L’Iris noir

Dans tes pétales de ténèbres
S’attristent les songes funèbres
Et les pressentiments du soir,
Long iris noir.

La Nuit aux mains prodigues verse
Des lueurs de lune perverse
Sur ton calice d’encensoir,
Long iris noir.

Tu fleuris à l’ombre rougie
D’une mélancolique orgie
Que l’aurore vient décevoir,
Long iris noir.

Tu meurs parmi les lassitudes
Abandonnant aux solitudes
Leurs frêles mains de désespoir,
Long iris noir.

Rythme dans la Forêt

Viens, nous irons vers la Nature,
Les abîmes et les forêts
Dont se crispe la chevelure,
Et vers l’automne aux longs regrets.

L’ombre, qui voit les lourdes fièvres
Se ralentir et s’apaiser,
Me verra boire sur tes lèvres
Le soupir profond du baiser.

Pour mes voluptés de poète,
J’amalgamerai les couleurs,
Je tresserai les chants de fête
Et je ferai jaillir les fleurs.

From "Echos et Reflets" - 1903

Pride & Prejudice

Oh if only I could live in that century!


Chapter 59


"My dear Lizzy, where can you have been walking to?" was a
question which Elizabeth received from Jane as soon as she
entered their room, and from all the others when they sat down
to table. She had only to say in reply, that they had wandered
about, till she was beyond her own knowledge. She coloured as
she spoke; but neither that, nor anything else, awakened a
suspicion of the truth.

I love these quotes...

I would like to share some quotes with you from North & South:

"He was in the Charybdis of passion, and must perforce circle and circle ever nearer round the fatal cenre."


"Yes! he knew how she would love. He had not loved her without gaining that instinctive knowledge of what capabilities were in her. Her soul would walk in glorious sunshine, if any man was worthy, by his power of loving, to win back her love."

"But this delicious vision of what might have been--in which, in spite of all Margaret's repulse, he would have indulged only a few days ago--was miserably disturbed by the recollection of what he had seen near the Outwood station. 'Miserably disturbed!' that is not strong enough. He was haunted by the remembrance of the handsome young man, with whom she stood in an attitude of such familiar confidence; and the remembrance shot through him like an agony, till it made him clench his hands tight in order to subdue the pain. "

“‘Oh, Margaret, Margaret! Mother, how you have tortured me! Oh! Margaret, could you not have loved me? I am but uncouth and hard, but I would never have led you into falsehood for me.’”

"Henceforward she must feel humiliated and disgraced in his sight. But when should she see him? Her heart leaped up in apprehension at every ring of the door-bell; and yet when it fell down to calmness, she felt strangely saddened and sick at heart at each disappointment."

"Margaret had a strange choking at her heart, which made her unable to answer. 'Oh!' thought she, 'I wish I were a man, that I could go and force him to express his disapprobation, and tell him honestly that I knew I deserved it. It seems hard to lose him as a friend just when I had begun to feel his value. How tender he was with dear mamma! If it were only for her sake, I wish he would come, and then at least I should know how much I was abased in his eyes.'"

"It was this that made the misery--that he passionately loved her, and thought her, even with all her faults, more lovely and more excellent than any other woman; yet he deemed her so attached to some other man, so led away by her affection for him as to violate her truthful nature."

"He shrank from hearing Margaret's very name mentioned; he, while he blamed her--while he was jealous of her--while he renounced her--he loved her sorely, in spite of himself. "

And here the heart beats faster...
"He gave short sharp answers; he was uneasy and cross, unable to discern between jest and earnest; anxious only for a look, a word of hers, before which to prostrate himself in penitent humility....She could not care for him, he thought, or else the passionate fervour of his wish would have forced her to raise those eyes, if but for an instant, to read the late repentance in his. "

Yes...How many times I told myself these words!
“I surely am mistress enough of myself to control this wild, strange, miserable feeling, which tempted me even to betray my own dear Frederick, so that I might but regain his good opinion.”

He is a man we are sure, no doubt =)
'I am a man. I claim the right of expressing my feelings.'

“Their energy, their power, their indomitable courage in struggling and fighting; their lurid vividness of existence.”

This one below makes me cry every time :
"her heart did not ache the less with longing that some time - years and years hence - before he died at any rate, he might know how much she had been tempted."

Written so well...and so sad:
"his face flashed out into the old look of intense enjoyment; the merry brightness returned to his eyes, the lips just parted to suggest the brilliant smile of former days; and for an instant, his glance instinctively sought hers, as if he wanted her sympathy. But when their eyes met, his whole countenance changed; he was grave and anxious once more; and he resolutely avoided even looking near her again during dinner."

When he called her Vanity:
'No! Vanity; you did not. You may have worn sister roses very
probably.'

And we all know what happened in the delicious silence...I love the way Gaskell tell us about the kiss:
'Very well. Only you must pay me for them!'

'How shall I ever tell Aunt Shaw?' she whispered, after some time
of delicious silence. "

And I could go on for hours, days, months and years!

My reviews

In my life I wrote 2 reviews and both on Amazon.co.uk.: one is about the novel North & South written by Elizabeth Gaskell in 1855 and the other is about the BBC mini based on the same novel.
And if I wrote it means that I was involved in the matter very much. My hope is that one day our dear country Italy will become aware of this novel, so close to my heart.

The novel:
North and South is my favourite book and I think that it's not known enough. Many people had compared Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen with the Gaskell's book, but, in truth, they are very different.
I prefer N&S to P&P because the love between Margaret and Mr Thornton has more passion than the love between Elizabeth and Darcy.
Austen is a genius and I love her novels but she gave us only borders and shadings, Gaskell gave us a picture completed.
I'm very attracted by the idea that a man of power, self-control, strong, firm, could fall so desperately in love with a woman and could become fragile like a child, "she thought she had seen the gleam of unshed tears in his eyes", said Margaret after Mr Thornton's proposal and her vehement refusal.
There are social themes, but I found them interesting too and not boring.
I don't like to call it a social novel, for me it's, first of all, a Romance with a social commentary in the background.
North and South deserves more readers from my point of view and I highly recommended it!

The BBC mini:
This is my first review but I think that this mini is the best I have ever seen. I bought the DVD last November, 6 months ago and I'm still addicted about this amazing piece of art. I'm so intoxicated of it that I need to express my feelings also here. So be careful if you have the intention to buy it, you know, your life is destined to change ( in a good way, of course ). N&S has some mysterious powers that invade your heart and soul, this is my impression. The characters are very down to earth, they suffer, they make mistakes, but at last, they find each other and love prevails.
Mr Thornton is a man of action, power and great straight. A man who fell, raised himself and goes on. Richard Armitage is the only possible Mr Thornton in the Universe. I read the book ( I highly recommended it too) and I can say that I imagined Elizabeth Gaskell's hero exactly like he interpreted him. He not only plays a part....he speaks to us with his words, body, eyes and you can feel his pain ( the scene with his mother after the proposal is terrific ), his joy (scene at the train station with "you're coming back with me" makes you jump and scream "yes yes yes she loves you and now she is yours"). I watched many period dramas but this one is really magnificent. If you want something of special for you, your research is just finished. Buy it, watch it, re-watch it every time you feel is the moment.

The aim of all this talk is to spread Elizabeth Gaskell's works around the world because we can't forget something so precious.

Intro

Hey world hi!
I don't know why I create a new blog when I perfectly know that I'll never have much time for it! But I miss my Xanga a lot, in a strange moment I was a little down and I shut down it. Of course all my posts are lost forever.
You see that English is not my mother language, but I'm very fond of it!
So let's get start...

**Things I like**

My books
My period dramas (P&P '95 my first love, North & South made me insane, Wives and Daughters...and so on...)
Pictures
My cat and my dog
Gilmore Girls
Louis Vuitton, Guess
I like to be a little snobbish in some moments
Landscape
Gothic
Wild Orchids
Elegance
To be smart
American Coffee but also my daily ESPRESSO
The snow
Travelling (Engand is my paradise, USA east coast and all English Countries!)
Music (From rock to Country)
Writing
I spent at C19 Message Board a great part of my days when I can do it!
All my little and precious memories...




I can't start without a good vid about my enduring addiction North & South made by me today.