Category Archives: POETRY
Who I Am ~ Gina
Life constantly adds new experiences in our life. We feel, act and reject things that come into our lives. Everything adds to our collection of “Who I am”.
“This question – asked so often – suggests that there is actually a plausible answer. Almost as if our being were a fixed thing.
Our identity should be seen as an ongoing process. Rather than a static snapshot, we should embrace a flowing sense of self, whereby we are perpetually re-framing, re-organizing, re-thinking and re-considering ourselves. How different would life be if rather than asking who am I, we contemplated how we’d like to engage life?”
https://www.psychologytoday.com/blog/shift-mind/201006/who-am-i
I KNOW THAT MY EXPERIENCES WITH IL VOLO AND THE FLIGHT CREW HAVE ADDED ANOTHER CHAPTER TO “WHO I AM”
“Who am I, you ask?
I am made from all the people
I’ve encountered and all the
things I have experienced.
Inside, I hold the laughter of my friends,
The arguments with my parents,
The chattering of young children,
And the warmth from kind strangers.
Inside, there are stitching from cracked hearts,
Bitter words from heated arguments,
Music that gets me through,
And emotions I cannot convey.
I am made from
All these people and moments,
That is who I am.”
-Ming D. Liu
~Gina
My Opinion and More From Dario Gerardi
Well, I guess we have controversy. And perhaps I started it. I was trying to give our Guys a feather in their cap with the rise in the sales of Jackie Evancho’s Christmas album. It wasn’t until Natzio1 gave me a real round-house punch that I realized I opened the wrong door. My post ran prior to any knowledge of the Boys refusal to perform during the inauguration ceremonies. None-the-less I have been inundated with emails asking how I really feel about the boys refusal to sing. I have, for the last day or so, been uncertain how I feel. Should I be offended? Then this morning I saw that Myron, Patricia (pittypatO) and Laura were commenting on my “With Every Fiber” piece from the other day. They reminded me of a line I wrote in that piece about loving our Guys “unconditionally”. I do and I always will. I did not vote for our soon-to-be President. However, he will be my President and I must support him. Like Jana said in her email, I might be surprised. I am hoping for surprises.
I do not pretend to know why IL Volo refused the invitation. I have, of course, heard reasons, but not from them. I have to trust the advice given to them by their team. Like Daniela wrote in her email, they would have nay-sayers no matter what their decision was. Here is what I do know…This had to be a tough decision for the Guys. They said recently that they really want to sing at the White House and I believe they do. I also know they have great friends and fans they truly care about in this country. I am sorry they have been thrown into this countries politics. I am sorry that politics have interfered with their goals. I will always love them unconditionally and back their personal and professional decisions.
🎶 Marie
Now…Here is something much more pleasant from Daniela.
Hello Flight Crew! Guess what? Dario has published an essay on Ignazio.
Get it here translated. I find it very beautiful.
kisses!
(All translated from Italian)
HELLO IGNATIUS
As a graceful and soft cloud spreads good mood today.
Beyond the Sicilian humor, real consistent with that which is pure.
Actual capacity of nice diffusion of joy, all his pores bursting with energy.
Magical component of a fantastic trio where everything is expressed with such panache.
Great humility, just as his subject with a real dignity,
thanks to its big smile everyone sooner or later he will notice.
Booming voice enriches even more songs from the soul already significant.
From the Port of God or good wine country boy with a big heart and superfine hand.
Love of nature, passion for life, enchants many people with the microphone in his fingers.
Good art he is part of it, with a suitcase …
Maybe part of his fame will come even on Mars.
With the joke he prepared the boxes around the world with sympathy tackles …
in music history will be engraved its mark.
After all, many people know to dream …
so many I would like to embrace …
Simply thanks Ignazio.
~Dario Gerardi
Also:
Bursts of energy …
How voices thundering immense and beyond expand in the hearts
and minds of those who want to dream a lot.
The power, the strength, beyond the speed of light,
hearing them you can not help that fly with the Fantasy
in a different dimension so majestic.
The diversity makes it unique the combination of three sources
where the artistic awareness of his immensity he is master …
Where the power of music intoxicates those wonderfully sound is not never satisfied.
Believing in the power of love … Where it all seems like a dream with open eyes …
Words filled with sweetness as if to listen to them
if they hide all the bitterness of this world.
His voice has conquered the world with the love you could conquer the universe,
never disappear emotional gratitude from which of them they never forget.
~Dario Gerardi
Dario’s facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Dario-Gerardi-Pensieri-Volanti-979602232067450/
To: Piero, re: Red Glasses ~ by Mary Bohling
TO: PIERO
RE: RED GLASSES
When I first saw you in Milwaukee,
All bushy haired and kind of gawky,
I fell in love. Yes, I’ll admit it.
T’was your youthful exuberance that did it.
And something else got my attention.
They gave your face a sweet dimension…
Glasses of red!! A bit disarming,
But on your face completely charming.
They neatly framed your gorgeous eyes,
And so it came as no surprise
That you captured me in just a second.
Red glasses reached out to me and beckoned,
“Take another look and you will find
He’s not the ordinary kind.
His future bright still lies before him,
Thousands of fans will soon adore him.”
Red glasses, you were right it seems.
You were there when he followed his dreams.
Glasses of red became his trademark,
Giving him that special bright spark.
Now that he’s maturing, will we find
That red glasses will be left behind?
Giving place to current fashion,
Forgetting that red was once his passion?
Piero, remember how the masses
Adored you in your brave red glasses?
Oh, yes, we’ll love you in any color,
You’re just as handsome in any other.
But the red ones have a special place
That time and styles cannot erase.
Please keep them close and once in a while
Wear them again, ignoring style.
Reminding us of the beginning
When hearts of fans you first were winning.
You’re famous now, but as time passes
Don’t forget your old friend—THE RED GLASSES!
‘Twas The Night
I have a need to post this poem I adapted (mangled) in 2013. It’s my favorite for obvious reasons. Yes…I plan to post it every year. So, for the fourth time…
‘Twas the night before Christmas when all through the villa,
not a creature was stirring, not even Godzilla (couldn’t think of another rhyme)
When, what to my wondering eyes should I hear, (I take liberties)
but a song and three Boys, not tiny, but Dear! (lots of liberties)
I saw Piero, Gianluca and Ignazio too,
up to my rooftop, to my living room they flew!
They were dressed all in Armani, from their head to their foot,
but their clothes were all tarnished, with ashes and soot.
A bundle of love they had in their pack,
and they looked just like heaven, when I calmly stared back!
His eyes how they twinkled! His dimples how merry! (that really is a line!)
Piero’s glasses were there, the color of cherry! (that one’s not)
Gian said not a word but went straight to his work
and filled all my dreams with songs and a perk!
He’d left me Ignazio all covered with bows
and giving a nod up the chimney he rose!
He sprang to his Fiat, to Piero gave a whistle,
and away they both flew, like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim as they drove out of site,
“Happy Christmas to all, I hope Marie doesn’t bite!”
