A line of actuality

Talking about the present moment and the fact of living so intensively to forget, I wondered that sometimes I disappear from this blog and when I am active I speak of simple things letting the world spin as always. I hate to do things because I must, but I feel sorry for those who sometimes read my lines. For instance, it would have been nice to look deeper on the present facts, like the Olimpic games in Sochi – the presentation was awesome -, the Kiev facts, the Italian new prime minister Renzi – something most of Italians hoped to see, un- democratically set to power but still the person to be one year ago at the place of Letta, unwanted and unknown for most (I’d like to open a parenthesis on that ugly wrinkled economist of my socks Monti that set our economy down and still is a senator for life…). Ah, and the Italian festival Sanremo (of which I don’t care, as I like old foreign songs, you’ll see).
The fact is, I search facts that other writes (in three words: I am lazy) and I am so likely to express my opinion in every occasion that here I am fed up. This is still not an active blog like the one of Beppe Grillo, chapeau for him and how he got known and went at the parliament. I am writing a thesis on political communication, exploring the revolutionary languages in movies. My daily bread is politics and languages. I miserably failed the exam of finance, and I must re-do it in the last sesh for neo-graduates, I am quite stressed and still I have a new hobby: download Russian songs, listen to them until boredom and sleep, learn the new words and then sing out loud in the street of my European City in Russian. The idea came to me at Buddah bar last week, as with SoundHound I got new titles. Then, I had for long wanted to sing perfectly the hymn of Moscow that doesn’t believe in tears – that bears my name by case – Александра. After all the old playlist of French songs, if I was at Saint Plon in this period I would switch to Russian 🙂
Voilà my hymn and a video that takes us all to Monaco disco mix style:

Не сразу всё устроилось, Москва не сразу строилась
Москва слезам не верила, а верила любви
Снегами запорошена, листвою заворожена
Найдёт тепло прохожему, а деревцу земли

–RF– Александра, Александра, это город наш с тобою
Стали мы его судьбою, ты вглядись в его лицо
Что бы ни было вначале утолит он все печали
Вот и стало обручальным нам Садовое кольцо

Москву рябины красили, дубы стояли князями
Но не они, а ясени без спросу наросли
Москва не зря надеется, что вся в листву оденется
Москва найдёт для деревца хоть краешек земли

–RF1– Александра, Александра, что там вьётся перед нами
Это ясень семенами крутит вальс над мостовой
Ясень с видом деревенским приобщился к вальсам венским
Он пробьётся, Александра, он надышится Москвой

Москва тревог не прятала, Москва видала всякое
Но беды все и горести склонялись перед ней
Любовь Москвы не быстрая, но верная и чистая
Поскольку материнская любовь других сильней

–RF2– Александра, Александра, это город наш с тобою
Стали мы его судьбою, ты вглядись в его лицо
Что бы ни было вначале утолит он все печали
|Вот и стало обручальным нам Садовое кольцо

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In all the ordinary chaos, I must not forget Russian: this is the future language, not chinese!! And it is so deep and full of musicality… I am impressed that all Russian songs talk about love.
Soon I’ll post a video of myself as a singer, promised!
And some silly but maybe less than they may seem not common things that are not actuality but blonde food – or salad? -. Have a good Saturday night fever – talking about singers of the 80s, happy birthday to the Rolling Stones -!

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