Soundtrack

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.

Parole parole parole

An old Italian song has a woman fed up by the soft, sweet and empty words of a man.

"I can always talk my way out" someone said to me once.

"Talk is cheap because supply exceeds demand" was written in a footnote of my microeconomics textbook.

What's in a word?
I use words to entertain people with stories. I use words to make my point through logic. I use words to share my feelings with people who care about me (well, even if this is supposed to be a woman thing, so what?).
But I (try to) choose words carefully. After they have been spoken, words get a life of their own, they have consequences.

"If you did not exist, one should invent you", "Moonlight and violins I hear with you" said the man in the Italian song. "I love you" is a very easy thing to say if words do not weigh much.
And lies are not lies anymore, perhaps, and they won't hurt anymore.

"When I use a word,' Humpty Dumpty said in rather a scornful tone, 'it means just what I choose it to mean — neither more nor less". Was Lewis Carroll describing not an absurd but the reality? 

But the woman in the song is fed up by now: "Your moonlight and violins just keep me awake when I want to sleep". Empty words do not weigh much indeed. Cheap talk just became too cheap.
And lies will always be lies and will always hurt someone.