“Yeah we’re all wonderful, wonderful people

So when did we all get so fearful?

Now we’re finally finding our voices

So take a chance, come help me sing this”

-Emeli Sandé, Read all about it III



▶️Petricor-Ludovico Einaudi

The light is fading

Slowly as it seems

The ray of a fallen star.

Shadows are mourning

And the dark is pouring

From a small hole

In the brightest sky.

Leaves are leaving

Like sunken dreams

Apart at the seams.

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“You’ve got the words to change a nation

But you’re biting your tongue

You’ve spent a life time stuck in silence

Afraid you’ll say something wrong

If no one ever hears it how we gonna learn your song

So come on come on, come on come on”

-Emeli Sandé, Read all about it III

Self Portrait with Cropped Hair (1940) by Frida Kahlo


1940. Oil on canvas, 15 3/4 x 11″ (40 x 27.9 cm)

Kahlo cut her hair short a month after her divorce from fellow artist Diego Rivera, and she painted this self-portrait soon after. Here she depicted herself wearing an oversized men’s suit and crimson shirt—possibly Rivera’s—instead of one of the traditional Mexican dresses that she is often shown wearing. Her masculine haircut and garments contrast with her delicate, dangling earrings and petite high-heeled shoes. Kahlo holds a pair of scissors in one hand and a lock of hair in the other, and her shorn tresses seem to slither and writhe around her. Above the scene, accompanied by a sequence of musical notes, are lyrics from a Mexican folk song that, when translated, read: “Look, if I loved you it was because of your hair. Now that you are without hair, I don’t love you anymore.”1

For some, Kahlo may have made this portrait to mourn the absence of her ex-husband, who had been unfaithful (and whom she would remarry by the end of 1940). For others, this image is a declaration of Kahlo’s self-reliance and independence.



Reinassance humanism, rebirth and development

Reinassace humanism (in Italian “Rinascimento” and “umanesimo”) is the study if Classical antiquities, at first in Italy and then all across Western Europe in the 14th, 15th and 16th centuries. It was about the use of knowledge, love and a sort of excessive interest in the past, used to change the future.

Pietro Perugino.

Some of the first humanist were great collectors of antique manuscripts, including Petrarch, Boccaccio and Bracciolini. Petrarch was called the “Father of the Humanism” because of his devotion or loyalty to Greek and Roman literature.

Other humanists were: Cosimo de Medici (1389-1464), Giovanni Pico della Mirandola (1463-1494), Machiavelli (1469-1527), Pietro Bembo (1470-1555), Ludovico Ariosto (1474-1533), Baldassare Castiglione (1478-1529), Giordano Bruno (1548-1600).

In Italy, the humanist educational program won a rapid consent and by the mid-15th century, many from the upper classes had received a humanist education.

The migration waves of Byzantine Greek scholars helped the revival or Greek and Roman literature and science. Many humanist were churchmen, for example Pope Pius II or Leo X and the humanistic culture improved the understanding and the translations of Biblical and early Christian texts, both before and after the Protestant Reformation.

Inevitably the rediscover or classical philosophy and science challenged the traditional religious beliefs (for example, the rediscovery of Epicurism).

The school of Athens, Raffaello Sanzio.

Another phenomenon developed in these centuries and it was the patronage of arts. Rich people from the upper classes used to pay artists and poets to write and produce their paintings.

Jan Van Eyck, “Madonna di Lucca”

The movable type was also invented in 1455, by Johanes Gutenberg.


Black and white

White pages

And dark lines

Mixed with entities

That I can’t define

But they show in front of me

Telling me how to live

In a black page

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Ai miei lettori italiani.

Vi andrebbe di leggere i testi di una ragazza (sempre su Wattpad) che vi giurò, scrive benissimo! Ecco il link, se siete interessati.


Recensione ”Follia”

Titolo: “Follia” (titolo originale: “Asylum”)

Autore: Peter McGrath

Genere: narrativa psicologica;

Voto: 8.5/10.



I romanzo è narrato in prima persona da uno psichiatra che lavora a Londra, che lavora in un grande istituto psichiatrico nel lontano 1959. In questo istituto, si trasferisce un nuovo medico,insieme alla moglie, per ottenere il posto di direttore. Purtroppo, non tutto va come sperato.

Stella si innamora di Edgar Stark, un artista che era stato rinchiuso in manicomio per aver ucciso la moglie. La donna ignora tutto quello che sa su di lui, crede alle sue bugie e cade nella sua trappola. Si fa incantare dal suo aspetto, dal suo talento e da quella che reputa una vittima. Da quel momento in poi, la vita di Stella e Max non farà altro che peggiorare.


Questo libro rientra nella lista dei miei libri preferiti. Che dire?

È scorrevole, facile da leggere e non annoia mai. Non è il solito libro sui manicomi e sulle malattie mentali, ha quel qualcosa in più che lo rende diverso da tutti gli altri. L’amore è il tema principale, un amore malato e tormentato, tossico e distruttivo.                                Si concentra anche sulla psiche tormentata di Stella e sulle dinamiche delle relazioni con una persona che ha certi disturbi. Sembra descriverli nel modo più adatto, senza essere melodrammatico o creare i soliti cliché. Riesce a immedesimarsi bene nei panni dello psichiatra e la rende quasi reale, veritiera. Ne evidenzia anche gli effetti e di come abbia rovinato la vita dell’intera famiglia: Stella è costretta ad abbandonare tutto e farsi curare, come Edgar, Max sta sempre più male e… beh il resto tocca a voi scoprirlo.




“Are you searching for purpose?

Then write something, yeah it might be worthless

Then paint something then, it might be wordless

Pointless curses, nonsense verses

You’ll see purpose start to surface

No one else is dealing with your demons

Meaning maybe defeating them

Could be the beginning of your meaning, friend.”

-Twenty one pilots

Artist of the month: Frida Kahlo

Every month, I will write about an artist: life, paitings, curiosities and more!

Feel free to suggest, I love discovering new artists and new artistic movements.

The broken Column

Frida Kahlo was born on the 6th of July, 1907 in Coyocoan, Mexico.

She was really week physical: she contracted polio at the age of 6 years and she was forced in bed for 9 months. The effects caused her right leg and foot to grow much thinner than the left one. Because of this, she was forced to wear long skirts for the rest of her life.

She attended the National Preparatory school in Mexico and then she met Diego Rivera, her future husband.

She was the victim of a car accident in 1922: she was travelling with Gomez Arias, her boyfriend, when the bus collided with a streetcar. Frida was severely injured: a steel handrail impaled her through the hip. Her spine and pelvis were fractured and this accident caused several problems that lasted for all her life.

When she stood at the Red Cross Hospital in Mexico, after the accident, she painted her first portrait.

Frida Kahlo met again Rivera in 1928 and they soon started a romantic relationship. They got married the next year and they travelled across USA, from San Francisco to New York city, to show Rivera’s artworks at the Museum of Modern arts.

In 1932, Kahlo added more realistic and surrealistic components in her painting style. In the painting titled “Henry Ford Hospital”, Frida Lies on a hospital bed, naked and surrounded by things floating around her.

This painting was an expression of her feelings about the second miscarriage.

Frida Kahlo and Rivera’s marriage wasn’t the usual one: Diego had so many affairs that left her heartbroken. They split numerous times but they helped Leon Trotsky and his wife to escape from Russia and Stalin.

She met Breton then and her works got exhibited in New York and Paris. She remarried with Diego Rivera in 1940.

Her health conditions worsened in 1959 but she continued to paint and she showed up at the exhibition’s opening ceremony of her paintings. After her 47th birthday, she passed away, on the 13th of July, 1954.