Back one year ago, in January, Martin Solveig's
Hello was played endlessly on the slopes of Bardonecchia, soundtrack to abundant clumsiness and falls on the snow.
When February came, Skin's
You saved me popped up quite a few times on the radio and in my email box.
In March I was dancing with the
Black Eyed Peas for my birthday, so in April well-deserved rest and peace came with the beautiful soothing voice of
Patrizia Laquidara.
May was a though month, from many sides. Music seemed to stop healing, me just longing for the summer to arrive and the Italian radio streaming from my computer
Arriverà .
And summer finally came. With summer came rebirth of energy and hope. June was brightened by little trips, sun and a bit of
rock. July was simply great: my
New York moment of happiness and
fulfillment.
August misled me and served me a mix of bright
sunshine and a little
bitterness. As always, it was a matter of
waves and
winds.
In September I tried to change direction and
Noel Gallagher accompanied me, while in October I had to get tougher on my resolutions and face the emptiness of
words and promises.
Despite everything, November brought me in
Africa once again, where the sun was hot again, animals were wild, villages were poor but dreaming was not only possible, it was real. Until December was back and, as we know,
Thank God it's Christmas.
