This is the music i am listening tonight......
Its from group that i love that works in my Italian island, Sicily...
These are the lyrics in the dialect of Sicilan.....believe me, i too don't understand this dialect sometime....but it fascinates me...
Chiàncinu l'occhi mei
p'un s'asciucari
amuri ca t'aju a lassari
m'accumpagnu pâ via
chî mei suspiri
'u celu supra a mia
m'aiuta a chiànciri.
Luci cû suli -- câ luna
'a notti s'appoja -- jornu chi fuji
disìu di paci -- scantu di guerra
çiatu -- paroli
l'acqua s'asciuca -- 'u siccu si vagna
disìu di paci -- scantu di guerra.
My eyes are crying
Can't dry them anymore
My love, you left me
and the sky above me
helps me to cry.
Light on lights. The moon
sometimes hides.
The days were peaceful
now are days of war.
The water has dried too.
There are also beautiful, soothing Arabic lyrics mixed in the song. In Sicily we have had North African, Arabic and Muslim influences since the beginning of time. The original Sicilian people settled here from the Middle East. They also used to be known as the "Emirate of Sicily" for a time.
Below is one of my drawings......black ink and white paper....
I like to see the tiny lines of black ink shaping themselves in front of my eyes.....like a out-of-myself hand is guiding mine ......i escape from the present and reach a land where i know ill be happy and open.......Possibilities of the brain inspired by the possibilities of a white canvas..
Those tiny lines scream loud......
I hope one day to be like that girl swinging ....swinging so high to touch that huge moon..
The constrictions of the white paper then will disappear.....i will be one and many..
My fears and worries long gone...
Drawing has always been better than meditating for me....i would love to learn calligraphy....i will, some day.....
Lately i didn't draw much though.......words have become my personal mantra....
But tonight, out of nowhere, from inside my memory, i feel the need to draw again..
I want to tell you the story behind this drawing: I sold a satisfying (and surprising) numbers of copies of it (and other works) when i was still in Italy..... two friends of mine and I used to sell our productions as street vendors in Piazza Navona, in Roma,.
The place was a favorite gathering point for many other people like us that would sell each night their artistic works......
We used to scatter our drawings on the street walk close to the magnificent fountain in the center of the piazza.
Those nights were magic...with the smells of nearby coffee bar and restaurants.....families strolling by...street musicians mixing their sounds......people of many nationality stopping and asking us the price, the inspiration, the technique....
I used to seat on those ancient Romans street stones with my long skirt and my long hair down to the wings of my shoulder, smoking and smiling...
The nights were long and full of so interesting people to talk with, to listen to, to share with a little piece of my life...
I remember Elisa, an Israeli girl in Roma for studying Architecture. Sanhid, a Nigerian guy who had came in Italy to escape poverty and was earning some money doing acrobats and magic tricks. I still fondly remember Michele, a girl from Paris, in love with an Italian asshole who left her with a baby in the making....
I wonder where all these people are right now...under which moon...doing what.....
This drawing is made of all these memories....and the music too...
