Years ago, I wrote in this same blog about going to see Avantasia in their first world tour on 2008. I was pretty excited, yet at the last moment my lil devil, with whom I was supposed to go, said he was too tired and well, he's not a fan really. So at the end I didn't go because I didn't want to go alone. I remember I regretted it right away. The reviews said the show was amazing and besides it was supposed to be the only chance to see them live.
So when I heard at the end…

I've wanted to write here in a while, but no time at all.
I was eager to reflect on Rodrigo Guzmán's promotion. In fact, I wanted to write about how much he has improved over the last couple of years after I saw him on "Zorba". He was amazing!!! Everybody knows I'm a huge Ortigoza admirer since I was a little girl, yet this time Guzmán totally stole the highlight from him. They were both at the same time dancing on stage and I couldn't keep my eyes off Guzmán. This is a first! I've always said when Ortigoza dances…

Two things first:

1) I was extremely sad about Chávez death. That's right, I really admired him, in spite of lots of things. I liked his passion and honesty, and even his evident incoherences, which to me are always proof of an open heart and a lack of hypocrisy and art.

2) I hate International Women's Day, and even those feminist approaches that see this date as a day to reflect on the improvements on gender equality and crap seem just a lame excuse to me to try an make right that which cannot be under any circumstances. This celebration…

I still haven't read 'There but for the', but when Amazon reminded me Ali Smith would be releasing 'Artful' around a month ago, I fell in love with the subject of the book and preordered it right away, reading it as soon as it got here, before the last novel I still had left to read by this witty lady.
Of course, I fell even deeper as I passed the pages-which is how it usually goes with Smith. And now, days after I finished it, I keep thinking about it and falling, even though I'm already reading a wonderful compilation…

I've read many wonderful books in the last few months. In fact, last year most I did was reading, and as things are since a few years ago, I only read things I know I'll love insanely, therefore everything I read is wonderful and shakes me completely, defying everything I believe and those things I stand for.
Yet none of those books, amazing as they were, managed to force me out of my dark cave to crawl here to write about them. Clarissa did.
I finished it last night and was actually desperate to do so for my health and…

Christmas eve… Now it's really been a while. I've started many entries, but each time I ended up erasing all I had written. Don't really know what's wrong with me. Actually, I was really blue the last few months. And whenever I'd acknowledge that fact I felt the need to erase it. Not really sure why. I've never been good at lying to myself and even less to fight off melancholy.
I'm finishing the nameless book… And so eager to drive off to familiar landscapes of snow and frozen beauty. Maybe that's what I'm struggling with. Desire and fear often…

Citati's making me insane. I love the dear boy insanely and we're old buddies. I first fell in love with his writing and thinking through "Il male assoluto" - which was delightfully perfect- and when I saw "La luce della notte" in a bookstore was really thrilled.
This book is like drowning in the whole of mankind history in a heartbeat. He reflects on mankind's greatest myths from ancient times to nowadays, digging the truth behind them in that wonderful writing style of his I love so much.
I was amused. Just yesterday, before beginning this book, I was reading…

It's been ages… My life really changed after Albertini's death, just as I thought it would happen.
I still write, but not obsessively anymore. And besides, I realized if he's not at the center of the story then I can't really get lost in it. I still try to move on the way I said I would, but the spark's not there, damn him! But well, I'll finish the novel I'm writing at neutral zone and then I'll ran to that familiar landscape once more. Who cares about resolutions and all that!
I still miss her a lot. And I…

Last week my life broke to pieces. I attempted to write about it, to register what was going on in here, to preserve my fragmented memory which always tends to fog and to capture the feelings that were roaming devastating everything inside of me. But I couldn't. It's still really hard, but I force myself, as I force myself to sleep, wake up, eat, shower and do all the little things that somehow manage to glue some sense of coherence and movement to our existence.
Albertina died last tuesday. It was nightmare, my most frequent nightmare come true in the…

I'm writing regularly again -as it should be obvious by now- hence my absence from this lovely journal I hold so dear to my black lil heart.
Besides that, I've been trying to finish FFXIII, which I had put on hold more than a year ago, so I can start playing the sequel which I got fanatically the same day it was released. It's ridiculous! I stopped playing that game because I didn't have time when I was in chapter 11. So close to the end! Now I'm a bit more relaxed so I manage to squeeze just the right…