Ancora una volta, sono tornato dal Giappone e, ancora una volta, ci ho lasciato il cuore...ho aspettato il momento della partenza con trepidazione per tutto l'inverno perche', ai miei occhi, era un modo di staccare da un periodo piuttosto negativo e perche' coincideva con una delle date che piu' pregusto da un po' di anni a questa parte: l'inizio della primavera. Ho ritrovato la mia Tokyo, quella viva, pulsante ma anche ipocrita e fredda e l'ho vissuta come meglio potevo, soprattutto grazie a Giulia, che non mi ha lasciato un momento solo e mi ha fatto scoprire tante cose che, sebbene siano a portata di mano, risultano nascoste agli occhi dell'occidentale "analfabeta". I ciliegi erano spettacolari, le sensazioni che si provano standoci sotto sono difficilmente descrivibili ma ancora piu' affascinante, per me, e' stato osservare da vicino la venerazione che i giapponesi hanno per questo albero e per i suoi fiori. L'incontro con Ben, dopo quattordici (!) anni e' stato un tuffo nel passato ma anche la piacevole scoperta che il tempo non ci ha cambiati piu' di tanto. In piu', i miei primi, goffi tentativi di conversazione in giapponese sono stati abbastanza soddisfacenti ma mi hanno anche trasmesso ancora piu' voglia e motivazione per imparare. Spero di andare a riprendermi il cuore al piu' presto possibile...
Once more back from Japan...and once more my heart stayed back there...I was looking forward to leaving with much anticipation throughout winter because, to me, it was a way to break a quite negative time and because it would have also marked the beginning of my beloved spring. I rejoined my Tokyo, alive, pulsating but also hypocrite and cold and I lived through it as well as I could, mostly thanks to Giulia, who never left me alone and helped me discover many things that are well within reach but still hidden to the western "illiterate". Cherry trees were spectacular, the sensations you feel standing beneath those flowers are hard to describe but, to me, it was even more fascinating to watch, from a close distance, the veneration Japanese people have for those trees and their flowers. Meeting Ben, after fourteen (!) years, was a dance in the memories but was also pleasantly discovering that time hasn't changed us that much. Furthermore my first, clumsy attempts at speaking Japanese were good enough but also injected me with even more desire and motivation to learn. I hope to go get my heart back as soon as possible...
Un diario bilingue delle mie esperienze di vita.
A bilingual diary of my experiences in life.
martedì, aprile 13, 2010
mercoledì, gennaio 06, 2010
Speechless...
A distanza di quasi cinque mesi dall'ultimo post, mi trovo senza parole...potrei parlare dei tentativi dei Low Light di diventare un gruppo, dei miei progressi con il giapponese, del mio viaggio a Dublino a trovare la mia cugy, dei miei tornei di tennis, della mia incapacita' di continuare la dieta, della prima serata dei Low Light a "La Cueva", del mio viaggio nella calda Valencia, del mio bel Natale, del mio pessimo Capodanno...ma tutto sembra cosi' lontano, ovattato, e niente mi sembra degno di uno sforzo di elaborazione.
Five months from my last post, I find myself speechless...I could talk about Low Light's attempts to become a real band, about my japanese improving, about my trip to Dublin and my beloved cousin, about my tennis tournaments, about me being unable to keep dieting, about Low Light's first complete gig at "La Cueva", about my trip to sunny Valencia, about my nice Christmas, about my terrible New Year's day...but all of this sounds so distant, numb, and nothing seems worth elaborating to me.
Five months from my last post, I find myself speechless...I could talk about Low Light's attempts to become a real band, about my japanese improving, about my trip to Dublin and my beloved cousin, about my tennis tournaments, about me being unable to keep dieting, about Low Light's first complete gig at "La Cueva", about my trip to sunny Valencia, about my nice Christmas, about my terrible New Year's day...but all of this sounds so distant, numb, and nothing seems worth elaborating to me.
sabato, agosto 15, 2009
One year and a half...zipped!
Nel frattempo: ho cominciato a vendere su eBay, un altro anno e' iniziato, i Moysa e i Clistere al Limone hanno ricominciato a macinare serate, ho fatto la tessera agonistica per il tennis, mi hanno mandato in Polonia per lavoro, sono entrato nei Low light (una nuova band alt-rock), sono tornato in Giappone ad Aprile (e ci ho lasciato il cuore), ho festeggiato il mio compleanno a Londra, ho cominciato a fare tornei di tennis, ho comprato una Roland JUNO-G ed una Delta 1010LT, sono tornato a Tropea per il Tennis Village, ho lasciato i Clistere al Limone, ho cominciato a studiare il giapponese, ho passato una settimana di relax e tennis a Castel di Sangro, ho comprato una Nikon D60. Le uniche costanti, in questo anno e mezzo senza notizie, sono state il lavoro, la dieta e il tennis.
Meanwhile: I started selling on eBay, another year dawned, it started raining gigs for both Moysa and Clistere al Limone, I got myself a card to play competitive tennis, they sent me to Poland for work, I joined Low light (a new alt-rock band), I went back to Japan in April (and left my heart there), I celebrated my birthday in London, I started playing tennis tournaments, I bought a Roland JUNO-G and a Delta 1010LT, I went back to Tropea for Tennis Village, I left Clistere al Limone, I started studying japanese, I relaxed and played tennis in Castel di Sangro for a week, I bought a Nikon D60. The only constants, in this year and a half without news, were work, diet and tennis.
Meanwhile: I started selling on eBay, another year dawned, it started raining gigs for both Moysa and Clistere al Limone, I got myself a card to play competitive tennis, they sent me to Poland for work, I joined Low light (a new alt-rock band), I went back to Japan in April (and left my heart there), I celebrated my birthday in London, I started playing tennis tournaments, I bought a Roland JUNO-G and a Delta 1010LT, I went back to Tropea for Tennis Village, I left Clistere al Limone, I started studying japanese, I relaxed and played tennis in Castel di Sangro for a week, I bought a Nikon D60. The only constants, in this year and a half without news, were work, diet and tennis.
martedì, dicembre 16, 2008
Elogio del muro elastico
Sono tre, e dico TRE, settimane che piove ininterrottamente o quasi...questi sono i momenti in cui mi chiedo come e' possibile che il tennis sia nato in Inghilterra e, nonostante questo, sia stato considerato uno sport prettamente outdoor. E sono anche i momenti in cui benedico l'acquisto del muro elastico, grazie al quale ho comunque la possibilita' di fare un po' di movimento giocando uno pseudo tennis al coperto, nel mio garage. Non so davvero come avrei fatto altrimenti...
It's been three, THREE, weeks with rain falling almost everytime...these are the moments in which I ask myself how come tennis was born in England and, nonetheless, has been considered an outdoor sport. These are also the moments in which I'm truly happy I've bought an outcourt wall, that lets me play a kind of tennis while staying indoor, in my garage. I really don't know what I'd have done without it...
It's been three, THREE, weeks with rain falling almost everytime...these are the moments in which I ask myself how come tennis was born in England and, nonetheless, has been considered an outdoor sport. These are also the moments in which I'm truly happy I've bought an outcourt wall, that lets me play a kind of tennis while staying indoor, in my garage. I really don't know what I'd have done without it...
domenica, ottobre 26, 2008
Weight watcher
E' stata una di quelle settimane deprimenti nelle quali torna ossessivamente il pensiero che dovrai tenere d'occhio il tuo peso per tutta la vita. Sei li' che mangi yoghurt davanti al monitor del PC, cercando disperatamente di distrarti e non pensare a quanto vorresti una pizza per cena e l'unica cosa che hai in testa e' la fatidica domanda: "Davvero dovro' fare questo per tutta la vita?" Cioe', ok alla dieta, una dieta prima o poi finisce ma, nel mio caso, non finira' mai...e' pazzesco che abbia smesso con la dieta durante le vacanze e abbia messo otto chili in neanche un mese e mezzo quando per perderli ci ho messo quattro mesi! Cosi', ti viene voglia di mandare tutto a quel paese, scendere in rosticceria e mangiare tutto cio' che ti va per poi pentirsi e maledire la tua forza di volonta' appena si torna su di un campo da tennis o si cerca di rientrare nel pantalone comprato cinque anni fa e mai messo. L'unica cosa e' pregare che i ricercatori scoprano finalmente come si fa ad accelerare il metabolismo e, nel frattempo, mettersi a scrivere un libro di consigli e trucchi per resistere durante una dieta, come in tanti mi hanno suggerito.
This has been one of those depressing weeks in which you obsessively think that you'll have to watch your weight all your life. There you are, eating yoghurt in front of the PC monitor, desperately trying to free your mind and not to think about how badly you'd want pizza for dinner, and the only thing that comes to you is the burning question: "Will I really have to do this all my life?" That is, dieting is ok, a diet comes to an end eventually but, in my case, it will never end...it's just sick that I suspended my diet during the holidays and gained eight kilos in barely a month and a half while to lose them I fought four months! So, you're tempted to screw everything, go to the bakery and eat everything you want, only to regret it and curse your willpower as soon as you go back to the tennis court or try to fit back in the trousers you bought five years ago and never worn. Only thing to do is pray for the researchers trying to discover how to accelerate the metabolic rate and, in the meantime, write a tips and tricks book to resist during a diet, as many people have suggested me to do.
This has been one of those depressing weeks in which you obsessively think that you'll have to watch your weight all your life. There you are, eating yoghurt in front of the PC monitor, desperately trying to free your mind and not to think about how badly you'd want pizza for dinner, and the only thing that comes to you is the burning question: "Will I really have to do this all my life?" That is, dieting is ok, a diet comes to an end eventually but, in my case, it will never end...it's just sick that I suspended my diet during the holidays and gained eight kilos in barely a month and a half while to lose them I fought four months! So, you're tempted to screw everything, go to the bakery and eat everything you want, only to regret it and curse your willpower as soon as you go back to the tennis court or try to fit back in the trousers you bought five years ago and never worn. Only thing to do is pray for the researchers trying to discover how to accelerate the metabolic rate and, in the meantime, write a tips and tricks book to resist during a diet, as many people have suggested me to do.
martedì, settembre 16, 2008
Links & vids
Come promesso, il link al blog "Umori e cronache di Luigi" dove Luigi sta postando il suo diario giornaliero del nostro viaggio in Giappone. Inoltre, ho caricato su YouTube i video di tre brani che abbiamo suonato con i Dica33 a "La Cueva Music Contest" il 25 Maggio 2008...la qualita' non e' granche' ma, se potete, cliccate sull'opzione "Watch in high quality" per vederli e sentirli meglio.
As promised, here is the link to "Umori e cronache di Luigi" blog where Luigi is posting his daily journal of our trip to Japan. Furthermore, I uploaded on YouTube the videos of three songs we performed at "La Cueva Music Contest" on May 25th, 2008...the quality is not optimal but, if you can, click on the "Watch in high quality" option to watch and listen better.
"Dentro e fuori di me"
"Vipera"
"Nel tuo ultimo passo"
As promised, here is the link to "Umori e cronache di Luigi" blog where Luigi is posting his daily journal of our trip to Japan. Furthermore, I uploaded on YouTube the videos of three songs we performed at "La Cueva Music Contest" on May 25th, 2008...the quality is not optimal but, if you can, click on the "Watch in high quality" option to watch and listen better.
"Dentro e fuori di me"
"Vipera"
"Nel tuo ultimo passo"
mercoledì, agosto 27, 2008
Oh Japan!
Sono appena tornato dal Giappone...esperienza memorabile che sara' raccontata nel dettaglio quando Luigi pubblichera' il suo diario di viaggio. Sono state delle vacanze veramente belle, il Tennis Village a Tropea e' stato fantastico e il viaggio in Giappone e' stato davvero oltre ogni immaginazione...per la prima volta da anni, alla fine, non volevo tornare a casa. Percio' ho gia' deciso che ci tornero', magari in primavera!
Just back from Japan...astounding experience that will be told in details when Luigi publishes his day by day journal. These have been really great holidays, the Tennis Village in Tropea was fantastic and the trip to Japan has been really out of this world...for the first time in years, at the end, I really didn't want to go back. So I've already decided that I will be back there again, in Spring I hope!
Just back from Japan...astounding experience that will be told in details when Luigi publishes his day by day journal. These have been really great holidays, the Tennis Village in Tropea was fantastic and the trip to Japan has been really out of this world...for the first time in years, at the end, I really didn't want to go back. So I've already decided that I will be back there again, in Spring I hope!
mercoledì, giugno 25, 2008
Crying...
Volevo scrivere queste righe al ritorno da Londra, per fissare le tante emozioni vissute in quel weekend lungo (5-8 Giugno) passato li' ma, come al solito, appena tornato sono stato sommerso dagli impegni! Londra, dicevo...io non sono mai stato un tipo da pianti, anzi, qualche volta avrei voluto esserlo perche' sfogarmi mi avrebbe fatto bene ma mi e' successo davvero raramente. Ebbene non credo di essermi commosso cosi' spesso come in questo quattro giorni! Prima il matrimonio di Manu e Chiara, anzi la loro "civil partnership"...ero cosi' contento per loro che era davvero impossibile non commuoversi! Il giorno dopo, Wicked (grazie a Marco e Vale :) dovrebbero dare anche davanti all'Apollo Victoria gli adesivi "Ho fatto la coda" come a Wimbledon!)...nonostante CJ non mi abbia del tutto convinto come cantante e Dianne spesso sia eccessiva nella recitazione, come si fa a non commuoversi a "As long as you're mine" o a "For good"? Il culmine e' stato il sabato a Les Miserables: gia' alla morte di Fantine ero in lacrime, lacrime vere intendo, e ho continuato cosi' per quasi tutto lo spettacolo; non ci posso fare niente, a me il tema di "On my own" mi uccide! E poi basta, per fortuna, la Domenica era una giornata splendida e siamo andati a fare un pic-nic a Finsbury Park prima di partire...non credo di aver mai visto una giornata cosi' bella a Londra nella circa ventina di volte che ci sono stato!
I wanted to write these few lines right back from London, to recall the whole shower of emotions I had during that long weekend (June 5th-8th) there but, as usual, I drowned in all my business straight after landing. London, then...I've never been the crying type, just the opposite, sometimes I just wished I was because taking it out would have made me feel better but it rarely happened. Well I think I've never felt moved as often as in these four days! First, Manu and Chiara's wedding or "civil partnership"...I was so happy for them, impossible not to be touched! The next day, Wicked (thanks to Marco and Vale :) like in Wimbledon, they should give the stickers "I made the queue" at the Apollo Victoria, too!)...even if CJ wasn't entirely convincing as a singer and Dianne was really overacting sometimes, how do you manage to keep the tears off your eyes on "As long as you're mine" or "For good"? The peak was at Les Miserables: by Fantine's death I was already in tears, REAL tears, I mean, and I went on like that for most of the show; "On my own" theme really kills me, nothing I can do! Then no more cry, luckily, Sunday was a great sunny day and we went for a pic-nic in Finsbury Park before leaving...I think I've never seen such a day in London in all twent-ish times I went there!
I wanted to write these few lines right back from London, to recall the whole shower of emotions I had during that long weekend (June 5th-8th) there but, as usual, I drowned in all my business straight after landing. London, then...I've never been the crying type, just the opposite, sometimes I just wished I was because taking it out would have made me feel better but it rarely happened. Well I think I've never felt moved as often as in these four days! First, Manu and Chiara's wedding or "civil partnership"...I was so happy for them, impossible not to be touched! The next day, Wicked (thanks to Marco and Vale :) like in Wimbledon, they should give the stickers "I made the queue" at the Apollo Victoria, too!)...even if CJ wasn't entirely convincing as a singer and Dianne was really overacting sometimes, how do you manage to keep the tears off your eyes on "As long as you're mine" or "For good"? The peak was at Les Miserables: by Fantine's death I was already in tears, REAL tears, I mean, and I went on like that for most of the show; "On my own" theme really kills me, nothing I can do! Then no more cry, luckily, Sunday was a great sunny day and we went for a pic-nic in Finsbury Park before leaving...I think I've never seen such a day in London in all twent-ish times I went there!
lunedì, maggio 05, 2008
Teamwork
Ovvero, come cambiare completamente il comportamento quando ci si trova in squadra. Chiunque mi conosca da abbastanza tempo sa che, come pallavolista, sebbene non ossessionato dalla vittoria, sono sempre stato "sanguigno" in campo...urli, pugni chiusi, high five ecc. ecc. hanno sempre fatto parte del mio repertorio abituale. Da quando gioco a tennis, invece, in campo sono la persona piu' tranquilla del mondo...nonostante perdere continui a non piacermi (poche storie, a chi piace?) esternamente non do nessun segno di "sentire" la partita...non esulto, non mi arrabbio, sembro non avere emozioni. Pensavo fosse tutto legato al fatto che il tennis e' uno sport in cui sono un novellino, in fondo, e quindi vittoria e sconfitta le accetto allo stesso modo senza scompormi...SBAGLIATO! Ho giocato un doppio, qualche giorno fa, e, magicamente, sono tornati urli, high five e pugni chiusi...ho capito che, quando la responsabilita' del gioco e' solo mia, mi sento piu' "freddo" mentre quando dal mio gioco dipende il rendimento di una squadra sono piu' teso e quindi meno "controllato" nelle esternazioni. Mi chiedo se questo fa di me un buon giocatore di squadra o no...oggi, tra l'altro, al lavoro ho iniziato un corso sull'efficienza del team, cerchero' di saperne di piu' sull'argomento!
That is to say, how to completely change behaviour when playing in a team. Anyone knowing me long enough knows that, as a volleyball player, even if I was never obsessed by victory, I've always been quite emotional on court...yells, fist pumpings, high fives, you name it, have always been part of my usual act. Since I'm playing tennis, instead, I'm the coolest person in the world, on court...I still don't like losing (who does, seriously?) but I don't show any sign of "feeling" the game...I don't exult, I don't get mad, I don't seem to feel any emotion. I used to think it was because in tennis I'm a total newbie and therefore I accept winning and losing in the same way, without losing composure...WRONG! I played doubles, some days ago, and, magically, yells, high fives and fist pumpings were back again...I figured out that, when I'm the only one responsible for the game I feel more "relaxed" while being responsible of the performance of a team makes me more tense and less "controlled". I wonder if this means being a good teamworker or else...today, at work, I started a training on team effectiveness, I'll try to figure out more on the subject!
That is to say, how to completely change behaviour when playing in a team. Anyone knowing me long enough knows that, as a volleyball player, even if I was never obsessed by victory, I've always been quite emotional on court...yells, fist pumpings, high fives, you name it, have always been part of my usual act. Since I'm playing tennis, instead, I'm the coolest person in the world, on court...I still don't like losing (who does, seriously?) but I don't show any sign of "feeling" the game...I don't exult, I don't get mad, I don't seem to feel any emotion. I used to think it was because in tennis I'm a total newbie and therefore I accept winning and losing in the same way, without losing composure...WRONG! I played doubles, some days ago, and, magically, yells, high fives and fist pumpings were back again...I figured out that, when I'm the only one responsible for the game I feel more "relaxed" while being responsible of the performance of a team makes me more tense and less "controlled". I wonder if this means being a good teamworker or else...today, at work, I started a training on team effectiveness, I'll try to figure out more on the subject!
sabato, aprile 05, 2008
I forgot...
OK, vi ricordate di questo post? No? Neanche io, in realta'! Infatti ho dimenticato di dire che, ormai un anno fa, ho postato su YouTube un paio di video del "making of" del demo in questione...rimedio ora!
OK, remember this post? No? Neither did I, honestly! In fact I forgot to say that, a year ago, I've posted on YouTube a couple videos of the "making of" that demo...here they are!
Part 1:
Part 2:
OK, remember this post? No? Neither did I, honestly! In fact I forgot to say that, a year ago, I've posted on YouTube a couple videos of the "making of" that demo...here they are!
Part 1:
Part 2:
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