Culture. Eat it
20 December 2016
I think that “Tomorrow”, by Otto Ohm, is the most romatic song ever written. Romantic and realistic at the same time. That’s why I’ve always dreamed about the possibility of playing it at my wedding, aka: “the ensemble party”, which I prefer, as a woman who dislikes labels like that.
I really don’t know how many times I’ve listened it to, while I’m writing this post, considering it as an inspirational input… Probably 80 times.
Each replay has threaten the love my family feels for me, and made me cry.
Probably because it knows how to touch that one inner me who finds beauty in the light, not only in the dark.
It made me forget that I use to consider myself as lost at a crossroad in the middle of me, Alda Merini, Giacomo Leopardi and Carrie Bradshaw.
Tomorrow, by Otto Ohm, gives me hope and calm… And has nothing to do with alchool!
This song makes me feel love, guides my eyes to the light.
“I know it’s annoying but try to wear something on your neck, while we’re waiting for the surgery”;”A noose will be perfect” I said.
I wanted it to sound as tragic-ironic, but it seemed just hilarious to most of the people in the room.
At home, because of the flu, I decided to do something unusual for me: NOT THINKING.
I bet it’s the only way to explore\express what I have inside:
In this moment of my life I feel safe.
“Escapology” means 2 things: the last semi-.acceptable album by Robbie Williams and that one chromosome of mine, which sometimes gets crazy and decodes disasters.
Literally it means: the art of extracting oneself from chains.
How many times I played the role of the “Houdini” escaping from relationships, venues or responsabilities… Generally speaking: escaping the fear itself.
Anyway 2016 made me understand that “no escape”, sometimes it’s the only road that leads you to “stay”.
Stay is a wonderful verb, a promise. Like Tomorrow, as well.
“For Christmas I wish I’ll find that woman I’ve always wanted to be underneath the Christmas tree, than I’ll be happy”, I thought while the record was playing.
“But I probably appreciate more a pedameter, to see my progresses in reaching her by myself”. I said when the song finished.
I looked outside the window: there was sun and cold, finally the light was coming into my little Universe of Love.
Ph. Sara Cartelli
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Community Manager with a passion for sociology, I've lived for six years between Padua and Milan. Once I wrote an odd theory on Mathematics, on a Mathematics task. I took zero and the professor told me that I had to find an outlet for my too much imagination, if I wanted to live in the real world. I bought a notepad and began to write to him everything that was going through my head, so love for writing was born, love for expression.