And now, pizzica

I have to do something I couldn't never imagine. Some weeks ago, My italian teacher told me to play a pizzica. I have acepted, but I'm a little toughtful,because I knew that the South Italian music in general is so fast.

So, yesterday I have gone to work and then, I let my bag at house, I took my backpack and my tambourine. I waited, and then, we have gone, first of all, to the Italian departament, and then, to the acting room. (With my Italian teacher and another Italian teacher... without comments!... Well, fortunately they had a good behaviour :D)

I need to practise a little to produce a sound similar to pizzica's sound. First of all, because they are two instruments a little bit different (Who knows about celtic music, maybe knows how galician tambourine is) So, I have to addapt the rythm. Puglia's tambourine is playing in a different way, they move the hand that they have free. In Galicia (In general, there are exceptions) people move the hand which has the tambourine. In Galicia are playing too big tambourines, but I don't have it and I think I couldn't play it at all :D





Left: Galician tambourine. Right: Puglia's tambourine :D



Anyway, now I have the cd and I have all the weekend (I didn't do theatre on Saturday because most of people are going to Madrid today)

There is something curious... I had found things in common between this type of music and the tradicional galician music: The dance, the dresses (In the cd there is a video too...!) the singing method is similar, and the lyrics are structured in a similar way too.

Anyway, I have looked a little about the pre-roman story of Puglia and I have found this:

"Between the VII and the IX, the region was attacked for the Longobardth (celtic popolation) francs and saracens, that ocupated the principal cities of the region, they let to Bisenzio only the Salento(with Otranto y Gallipoli).

Longobarth popolation occuped Gargano, Canosa, and Brindisi (633) Taranto, Bari, etc, while sacarens started to be sostituided by longobarths, till all the region were unificated in a only authority.

Only Bari, city that was seat of an emirate, with greece, longobarth, franc, and saracen popolations, and sometimes with the help of venetians (1002) he could have a little authonomy."

MAybe is that, who knows Galician music knows that is celtic, and that it is similar to Irish music :D

Work?

Today, after of been called and passing some tests, I have started a course for a job. It's a course of three days, but it is about an interesting topic, because it's about the joins and drops out from a telephone company to another.

It has been a lot of hours one then of another (And tomorrow, it will be more) but I'm happy. Nice partners, not difficult instructions (I think) and a busy morning. Then I supose we will do a practise month and finally they will decide if we continue or not.

Does it have consecuences? Well, it's probably that I couldn't go to the European Humanist Forum (4-6 april) So, I couldn't see Paolin, and I couldn't meet my friends or meet the musical groups I like... BUT in that case, I will be working, and earning money, so I could go with I have vacations, and I could stay more time :D

What a weekend!

This weekend I didn't stop!

Friday night I met Vane and some of her friends and I went out until the 5 AM. This time I didn't drink much alcohol, but I have danced a lot. First of all, we were in a Brasilian café and then we go out with some friends. I have danced as a crazy girl.

On sunday, I got up,- more or less, althought I arrived late- to the personal knowledge activity of Entrebarrios, because I know I have to learn to relax myself. It isn't bad. After that, at evening, we did some rehearsals of the theatre text, (We are performing for first time in a pub in a week) Then humanist meeting, after that I made up myself, (I dressed as a kind of witch) and many of us went to a party. I played the tambourine because two girls of the group are learning to dance Galician dancing, I have known a lot of nice people, we danced a lot, and we took as dinner an Ecuatorian reciepe. (It's the first time for me) One of the boys of the association told me later to go to a disco with him, but finally It couldn't be. Anyway, I got fun.

And today, well, I had a more relaxing day, although I went to Vane's house because he asked me to teach her a little English to talk with a Swiss friend (What a pitty... he is from the German zone!!!) And I was so nervous when I have started because I never did something like that... But anyway, little by little.....

I tell you that I hope going to Milan on April. It would be with the association, but it's a good thing to meet a special person... And to some another people. If I have good luck, maybe I can go to see some of the groups I like... I hope it!!! I wish to earn all the money by myself too and that anybody mess up my plan!

The songs of your life

There are songs which mark our lives forever. Songs that let an unforgettable trace of any shadow of our past, of or the present.

There is somebody who says that I felt ashamed of my native land, because I want to go. Who say that, maybe would remember what was the first step in my musical taste. The fist time I have listened something of music, which my parents of my uncles didn't induced to it. 10 years old. I was 10 years old when I started listening Heredeiros da Crus. I think that when my parents realized that I had no solution, he, he.

I was like that, at least, for three years (1997-2000). Then, as many times in my life, I had a period of "musical transition". In 2001, I starting playing tambourine. After that, the tears of tennage had me change stile absolutely. I listened The Police, and later, I listened Los Piratas, mixed with the first reggaeton songs of summer (2001-2003)

Later, I left this kind of music voluntary, lo leave my emotional sadness. Of course, I passed throutgh another radical change, and I started listening Marilyn Manson, to the last summer first of entering in the Languages School (2003-2004)I remember too that when I have entered in the Languages School I tried to understand a song called Giulia that I listened in the disco version of Gabry Ponte, but I didn't get understanding. I listened music connected to wicca too, and, when time passed, I started listening a little Italian music, It will be strange consecuences. During the 2005, - At this year I knew a boy who was virtually special for me- I listened Verdena and Afterhours besides of songs more malinconic. When this period finished, I cried with stupid songs of Tiziano Ferro and Povia...

But that period finished, as the others, and I started looking for alternatives, (As Nine Inch Nails) and then I started listened groups like GemBoy and Gli Atroci. I gave up listening the first group in May or June, because I felt transient anger. In addition in that period (April-May) I have started studying the Milan's language, so I have started listening some groups which sing in that language. The first group I listened was Gamba de Legn, but not the only one. In fact, now I'm into this kind of music, so, many groups. Facts (The travel, and some people that have helped me to improve it) make me listening the 90% of my time music in that language, with groups as, for instance, I Gufi (togheter and separated), Longobardeath, FBA, Davide Van de Sfroos, The Vad Vuc, Teka-P, Vomitiors, Enzo Janacci... - And now that's it, engaged in with Milan language. How many time I will pass like this?

And a question for you: What are the songs of your life?

Merry Christmas

I write you this post to wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy new year 2008 full of surprises (Of good surprises, of course) Merry Christmas and Merry Yule :D

Two days ago I was a little sad, but I have recovered my smile. :D It's not strange, depressions are diagnosed on Christmas...

I have many objectives to 2008, So, I'm going to make a list. I make it almost all years, and I always achieve most of them. It's interesting to see the own evolution.

About the rest of things, I don't know what to say. What are you doing in these days? I think I will do the things I do all years, 24 th with my paternal family, 25 th with my maternal family. And then probably I will go out. I think I won't going out at 31 th, because I don't have yet the tickets. But then of three years living that experience, I have understood that sometimes is better to stay at home...

ill

Today is not one of my better days.

I'm ill. I'm not fine, I have pain of threat and eyes. Yesterday I had stomachache and headache too. I have not temperature, but anyway, I'm a virus with feet.

It annoy me! Why does it happen today? This mean that I'm not coming to theatre in two weeks! Next week if at most, I will go only to greet.. Today I can't go out. At any way, I have the pc to talk and write, books to read, letters to answer. I have something to do.

Happy.. but thoughtful

I'm thinking.

There are 13 days. 13 days of wait. Only 13. Then of these 13 I will finally understand what's the thing that heat my heart, that hug my mind and makes me cout all moments which I'm breathing.

I thank that then of my trip to Milan, or, my trip to the mind's confussion that the big metropolis have deffinitely decided about my heart, there wasn't solution. I was already a soul without destiny that saunder up and down thinking that he didn't exist. But exists. Exists and seems that he wants me.

In fact, it has appeared my ideal man. I don't know yet what It will happen. Two weeks yet... Today is a confusion's day too, anyway. A messagge of "happy bithday" sent from my mobile makes me remember that moment. The moment in that the "Viga" arrived to the big metropolis and was with some friends a little crazy. A message with answer that makes me remember. Makes me remember that they are there, and they didn't forget this friend that is a little crazy.

¡Thanks!

Thanks to everybody who remembered about my birthday yesterday :)

I'm old, I'm 21....

I will start...

Tomorrow everything starts again...

And the wheel rounds. Tomorrow I will go to Italian lessons, and Tuesday, to Chinese and English. I will see again the faces, of people that I value and ignore, I will start to fight against the letters...

There is people who had told me that I'm crazy: It's not enough with my mother tongues, (Spanish and Galician), with English, with Italian or with my criticized study of the Milan lenguage. (I will continue to fight about it) I will started Chinese.

If 10 years ago somebody told me about the things that are happening, I would not believe it.

And there are 10 days to become older: 21 years old. But it's the same, the hole important thing is to fight.. And not to wear myself out never!

Lost

Lost.

Lost again.

I am lost again in a sea of useless thoughts, of lost dreams, of endless fights to find a that person, Anahí, a middle-adult middle-child that already doesn't know how to face up to life, face up with a smile and all her strengh, (That is the thing I believe when I think in the moments I lived in a city that now is far) or with a tear, that falls too when I think in the reality of present. And I'm present and absent. Most of times absent. Because I'm not here. I wasn't never here. It's difficult to explain.

There are people who admires me. They admire me because of how I sing, of how I write, they admire my capacity of learning languages (Although I'm lazy) or to understand me with this f.. computers, although sometimes I become their slave. Well, about my artistically gifs, I only can tell something. Writing is not an ability. It's an illness. If yow want witing something good, you must to try it with your own stories and emotions, and sometimes are produced some strange sensations. Too strange. Sometimes almost suicidal.

Pics of Saturday

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What a weekend!

This weekend I haven't been stopped a minute.

Friday: I have went out with Jenni, Toni, and a friend of Tony. We went for a drink, and then we went to a bar... I almost faint.

One of the ex colleagues of my father was singing in a bar... In one of these songs, she started to singing in front of me and when she had pieces of the song where she haven't to sing, she asked me for my life... ahahaha.

Yesterday was a great day. Mercedes came for me, (one of the humanists from here, from Vigo) Because we all went to meet to the humanists of A Coruña in a ceremony of the non-violence. I didn't stop doing things. (put the things, give out info, ecc) I got really tired. Anyway, I got funny. We arrived to Vigo at 3.00 AM! :D

Oooh mia bella Madonnina...

I wanted this song in this blog, as a dedicaton to the mornings, the afternoons, the evenings and the nights that I have lived, my smiles and my tears, specially my smiles, from the 28 of March and the 1 of April, and the 9 and the 11 of April.

I miss you, Milan... I have left you crying and with subjects to resolve,who know when I will see you again. I hope to see you soon, because you are hated but a lot of people, but I miss you. Now I cry and I get excited when I remember my euphoria but I will fight. For you, for everything I couldn't do yet, for everything I will do next time.


Madonnina


A disen: "La canzon la nass a Napoli",
e certament gh'hann minga tutt i tòrt,
Surriento, Margellina, tutt i pòpoli
i avrann cantaa almen on milion de vòlt.
Mi speri che se offendarà nissun
se parlom on ciccin anca de numm.

O mia bella Madonnina, che te brillet de lontan
tutta dòra e piscinina, Ti te dòminet Milan
sòtta Ti se viv la vita, se sta mai coj man in man.
Canten tucc: "Lontan de Napoli se moeur",
ma poeu vegnen chi a Milan!

Adess gh'è la canzon de Ròma magica
de Nina, el Cupolone, el Rugantin.
Se sbatten in del Tever: "Ròma tragica!"
Esageren, me par, on ciccinin...
Sperem che vegna minga la mania
de mettess a cantà: "Malano mia!"...

O mia bella Madonnina ...
Sì, vegnì senza paura,
numm ve slongarem la man:
tutt el mond l'è on gran paes
- e semm d'accord! -
ma Milan l'è on gran Milan!

Ouf!

Hi to everybody :)

Today I'm a little tired. Because yesterday I went out to the 6.30 in the morning with Vanessa and another people. I have drank something, a strawberry caipiroska. Then, we went out to another places. We went into three different discos and all of them were absolutely full of people!!!

First of all, I waited for Vane in a place that we had said. But I haven't seen her for a long time.. I was waiting and I have read some messages of one person when I was in Italy, and I felt a little melancholic. A tear falled when I was remembering that I got a lot of fun in Milan (without comments) and remembering that person.

We went to some discos. Exactly into three. The worst thing is that: Every discos were full of people. How is possible? Here in Vigo? In June? Nobody takes holydays in this city?

I got fun, but finally I was really tired. I hadn't going out at night for a long time!

Some minutes ago, I tried to charge my Italian card because it didn't have much money... And I could do it! I am happy. I need to use it, he, he, he.

Forgotten dreams

Today I dreamt with Jose, a boy that I liked when I was 15.

He was an school partner and, First of all, I got on well with him, the problem was when he discovered that I liked him. I was crazy avout him to the 17. Nowadays, I have supered this, although my emotional situation is always unsteady, he, he, he.

Musical Experiment

I could never imagine the thing I have done now.

I was listening a song of the Modena City Ramblers, an Italian group who makes celtic music, they are inspired by the Irish music, and sing in Italian and in Modena dialect.

Well, I was listening one of their songs,"La Fiola Dal Paisan", And I don't know why... Suddenly, I have taken my tambourine. I take easily the rithim of the song. And I have playing with my tambourine while I sang a part in Italian, and a part in Modena dialect.

I haven `t been making experiments for a long time...

It's an advantage...

It's an advantage that I didn't listen musical groups really known. Then, if you write them, they answer :P

And it hasn't finished yet...

I found the video of "Qué jallo é" too (1994, I probably was 7 or 8 years old ) When I was a child, the truth is that I was afraid of them...

yesterday what it happened to me is that, then of watching it, I couldn't avoid to be moved and cry... Not by sadness, but by happyness and melancholy...

Íscalle Lura

What a memory... That video was my initation to rock.. 10 years ago! Who could imagine it?

Reflection

Time goes fast when you notice that one year is like another; the same school periods, holidays periods, cellebrations, weekends, mornings, afternoons, evenings.