#bye bye piero

[frc-ambaradan]

See this man?

His name is Piero Angela.

Some say he's the italian David Attemborough.

I say David Attemborough is the british Piero Angela.

He's a journalist. Tv host. Science journalist. Jazz pianist.

He was born in Turin in 1928 and, it is worth noting, his father Carlo has been awarded the Medal of the "Righteous among the Nations".

Last year Piero Angela celebrated 70 years (don't know if you heard me right: 70 YEARS!!) of non-stop collaboration with italian national TV and radio broadcaster RAI. Hell, when he started working for RAI it was still a radio only broadcaster... tv didn't even exist in Italy yet.

He's been anchorman, reporter, war correspondent... but what's most famous for is QUARK.

The scientific TV program that turned the air of Bach's Orchestral Suite no. 3 in D major into "The Quark Music"! That's right. No one in Italy knows what's the air of Bach's suite n.3 in D major is, but goddammit, everyone knows the "Quark Music"!

That's because the man himself, the program and its intro are such a huge part in the life of every italian, even of those who are not interested in science. Piero Angela and his angelic intro are one of the pillars of italian modern culture!

Proof to that, another pillar of italian culture, Topolino, celebrated Angela's 90th birthday in 2018 with a story, an interview and a very cool cover! Here's to you Peter Quarky:

Why am I telling you all this?

Because Piero Angela passed away today, aged 93. But not before having written a really touching letter (like a boss!) thanking everyone who worked with him and all the common people who let him bring knowledge and science into their home with his very savoy care and kindness.

Right now for me is like loosing a very dear member of the family... you know, an odd granpa fixated with dinosaurs, planets and bacteria (I've still the complete collection of vhs he made on the dinosaurs and the one on the solar system) and I just wanted everyone to know about him, his impressive career and simply what a cool and kind person he was. A gentleman of old days.

To the stars, Piero... to the stars!

Piero Angela plays "As time goes by" in the program "Che Tempo Che Fa" in 2018.

#piero angela #bye bye piero #see you on the other side #quark #super quark #rai #science journalism #science #topolino magazine #mickey mouse #italian tv #italian celebs #johann sebastian bach #bach suite n.3 in D major #jazz #jazz pianist #as time goes by

[blue-jisungs]

moot games: give your moots song recommendations based on the vibe they give off

OHMIGOSH!!! i love moot games :D thabk u!!! <33 i tried my best to pick non kpop songs that i there’s a possibility you didn’t hear but i might have failed miserably 😀 get ready for the polish jams too bye

@icyminghao ‘get jinxed’ by djerv, it’s from lol ost i think? it’s rebellious, energetic, chaotic… FUN!!! idk you give me vibes if such songs i cannot explain it 😭

@mirxzii ‘envy none’ by chang kiha!! i couldn’t find a translation so uh yeah but honestly this song is so cool, really unique imo… just like you 🫵

@enluv ‘out of my league’ by fitz and the tantrums!! coco you’re so so cool and kinda give the vibe of a person that everyone has a crush on 🥹 and and this song reminds me of summer, good vibes and just chilling on a ride with windows down… a bit dreamy if you will

@malarign joo okay you prolly know the song but i couldn’t help myself… 'jakie to uczucie?’ by oki 😌😌😌 the song is just yk vibing 🤞 good mood and having fun, a little mischievous… just like you tbh

okay i wouldn’t be myself if i didn’t recommend this but @fairyhaos – ‘i ciebie też, bardzo’ by daria zawiałow && dawid podsiadło && vito bambino!! it was a huge hit in poland when it came out but it’s just so dreamy, carefree and beautiful, kind of reminds me of the things you write/your style :”)

@rubywonu i cannot fully explain it but ‘one day’ by lovejoy!! maybe it’s mostly due to the memeories the song holds in me, but hearing it always makes me smile and gives a bit of hope, nostalgic but in a good way (again, personally ^_^)

@etherealyoungk ‘who's ready for tomorrow’ by RAT BOY and IBDY!! it’s a song from cyberpunk2077 ost but it’s so goofy, i love the beat; it reminds me of cartoony main leads walking around the city with so much swag… and you’re so cool just like that 😌

@wheeboo ‘action!’ by dpr live and gray!! it’s so groovy n vibey, cute too 🥹 and maybe it’s the lavender layout on the spotify desktop app too that reminds me of you 🏃‍♀️💨

@wqnwoos ‘parking lot’ by clarie rosinkranz!! honestly i’m a big fan of the beat of the song, it’s so cool?? i don’t think i’ve heard something similar before

@l3visbby ‘punk tactics’ by joey valence & brae!! help this song is so goofy but i love it 😭 the rhymes are bomb fr but i feel like it matches your vibes a bit?! i love the star wars reference in it but also i feel like you’ll turn into a punk once someone insults changbin 🤞

@ylliris-hanniehae ‘po prostu bądź’ by ralph kamiński!! it’s a cover of a song by a really talented polish singer that sadly passed away. but the song is so gentle, tender… soft… you’re such an angel and it has similar vibes

@slytherinshua there’s a bomb. attention. ‘mio mao la la la la’ by francesco missed i and piero barbetti!! i love it so so much you don’t even know, it’s so goofy and silly and full of cuteness; i smile everytime i hear ir… so just like w you😭😭😭

@yeonjuns-redhair honestly i didn’t know what to chose so i went for ‘ship in a bottle’ by fin!! the song is so emotional, full of drama UGH THE EMOTIONS???!!! poetic and beautiful!! i wanted to go for something more chaotic for you but uh if you think abt it the lyrics do… represent a chaotic situation 😀

@txt-yaomi ‘my type’ by saint motel!! it’s so refreshing, kind of carries the girlboss vibe that you also have 🫵 also another song that means a lot to me tbh it brings all the good memories :D

#axe’s fun corner #phew that was something

[lalalovezfrenchfriez]

uh small writing practice I did today!

Untitled so far, it’s a historical romance set in pre colonized Tenochtitlán, the city in Mexico in the Mexica, or Aztec Empire. Yeah :)

The sharpened arrow to the throat. The dull blades to the gut.

The two young adults stared at each other in disbelief. At the glimmering gold on his fingers, to the cream colored cloth on her body. The only thing that had lit up the entire night, was the moon shining above them. It shone softly, yet enough for Xipilli to see the strange girl. For Meztli to see the strange boy.

The strange girl’s hair was cut short, in almost a boyish way. His nose was crooked, broken possibly. What was she even doing here? How did she sneak into the palace gardens? She was breathing oddly- unevenly. Was this her first time thieving? Xipilli tried to search her eyes. Yeah, it had to be. Her eyes glimmered shakily, the color of white moon. She was about to stab him in the stomach. Yet she looked…beautiful.

Who was this strange boy? Meztli had certainly never seen this certain nobility in the parties down town. She heard rumors of the Emperor’s and the Priestess’ bearing children but nothing of this pathetic, shriveled boy. His features were sharp, cute pointed nose, chin, rounded sharped ears- he looked almost like a skeleton. His face was scarred- probably from warrior training, yet his hold on his bow was hesitant. He had to be a runt of the Emperor’s children; Did he seriously not know how to hold a bow?

Meztli’s muscle was tense, it ached heavily, tight on the turquoise handle of the blade. No, she cannot even think about this boy’s life, no matter how pitiful it may be. She did not know him. She might never truly know him.

They continued to hold their position for a minute. Xipilli was underneath her yet held his bow and obsidian tipped arrow in an advantageous position. Meztli was on top, holding two blades right over his stomach. Their inhales were deep and sharp. One thing they both noted however, were their eyes. Each were huge, like prey.

“Eztli.” Meztli spat, rather quietly.

“Hm?” Xipilli blinked, drawing his arrow back first. He had been staring at the moon reflecting in her eyes too long to realize she had spoke.

His mind first went to the fact we let his guard down, but she flipped her daggers, and placed them behind her back. “Stupid,” She muttered, adjusting her clothes and hiding her mud stained skin. “Call me Eztli.”

“Oh.” Xipilli thought his answer for a moment, momentarily forgetting his own name. “Xipil- that is my name.” He bowed a little, before he took his obsidian arrow and placed it on the ground. Was he not being robbed? Killed? Kidnapped? He looked at the ground; perhaps he was being pitied.

The girl nodded, scratching her hair. “It is good to meet you, Xipil.” He had smelled sweet, sweet like the laelias that grew south of the great city. She cleared her throat and crossed her arms. “I believe this is good bye, Xipil. I must leave.”

But Xipilli didn’t notice her words- no he was also thinking. She smelled of a certain cactus juice, dull/ but like dried mud, the ones tracing her skin seemed to be a part of her. It was beautiful- She was, looking like tapestry…art itself. From her poised stance, from her interested look in the high moon: a Goddess.

What would Mother ever think of him for that.

Meztli took her stance to the edge of the building. “Let’s agree on something, Xipil.”

“Huh?” His eyes widened, and he registered the scene, “Wait, don’t—!”

Meztli sighed, looking at him. “Listen boy- I must go. However if you tell the authorities about me I will not hesitate to find you and slice your throat. Let’s call this even: You don’t kill me. I don’t kill you. Deal?”

Xipilli slowly let her words sink in. He tried to speak, his mind racing. Meztli sighed again before he nodded. “I-I mean- uh- okay. I will not tell them.” Xipilli looked up within the second, with a large, sly grin. “But if I see you again, may we talk? Perhaps over a drink?”

Meztli stopped looking at the edge of the building, calculating her jump down and looked at the young boy, annoyed. “This is goodbye. I will not see you again.”

Xipilli went to her, closely. “But I do not want it to be.”

“It must be.” Meztli insisted.

“But,” Xipilli said, a plead in this voice. “I will see you again, right?”

Meztli put her mask on again, the face of Mictecacihuatl, the Queen of the Underworld, and stared back him. “Perhaps in another life.” She jumped.

#creative writing #writblr #historical fantasy #historical romance #historical writing #tenochtitlan #mexico #frenchfriez_ #writing #yippee writing! #yeah uh <3 enjoy #Spotify

[2broschlininahotub]

For some reason I think that some of these guys would be what some of the genshin characters be as Scare actors at a haunted house or Halloween party or be the actual killer.

I am kinda stuck on who to choose as these guys for a slasher au. I plan on writing.

For some reason Capitano gives of either Jason or Micheal kind of vibes. I don't know who to chose Childe or Kaeya as Ghostface. I also would have to plan who the they would be paired with Capitano. Who has a connection with Capitano or has some symbolism with IDK @bye-bye-sunbird.

Here are some of the ideas I have so far.

The Oni from dbd-Itto Survivor Shinobu

The three killers from You're next-??? Survivor Eula.

Ghostface- Ayato, Childe or Kaeya Survivor-Ayaka, Lumine or Jean

Here where the potential killer candidates.

Zhongli, Xiao, Cyno, Dottore, Pantalone, Piero, Diluc, AL haitham and Albedo with Evil twin as well.

Survivor candidates

Hu tao, Collei, Amber, dehya, Venti, Yoimiya, Lisa, Kazuha, Thoma, Sara and Keqing.

I am fine with anyone writing this just link this or tag me for this idea

#genshin impact #yandere genshin impact #slasher au #yandere slasher #potential au #genshin #genshin impact brainrot

[circuscarnage]

why hello dear Anna 🙂🙂🙂

∅ enhtjrjddnfj since you've asked I'm also kinda curious what Ziggy and Willus think of Aya 👀👀

Also don't be shyyyy 🙂🙂🙂 ∅ what does Anna think of the Hooska twins 🙂🙂🙂

What does Ziggy Dusk think of:

Aya:

“Ah, Miss Aya. I’ve seen her deal with the other dorm leaders. A curious case, wouldn't you agree? Do you perhaps think she wished to be taken away? So serious and headstrong, yet I see the spark behind her eyes whenever magic is involved. Well, if she fancies herself a fairy tale, would I not be generous to offer just that?”

Willus:

What Does Willus Pelek think of:

Aya:

“Miss Aya! She’s new, so she doesn't have many valuables. I hope she stays and collects some! She seems nice, I know she helps people with their problems, she must be so thoughtful! Do you think if I asked she would do something for me? No? Awwa... I was hoping to get out of work today...”

What Does Anna Piero think of:

The Hooska twins:

“You had to mentions those names again. There’s a reason I stay away from the shadows, a very good reason!”

“Sauda, she’s a dangerous one. She can sweet talk her way into any conversation. She’s like a snake, in a way. I would invite her over for tea, but I fear how that encounter would end. The last time we chatted she nearly walked away with my darkest secret. No more secrets for you miss, you have enough!”

“Imoo... Oh gosh, where do I even start? If Sauda is a snake Imoo is the venom. He just has a way of getting under your skin without you knowing. You never know what he’s going to do next. Which makes me nervous. And excited. Nervous and excited. This jester loves a good prank but I think banishing someone to the shadow realm is a bit much!”

“Why do I keep hanging around them? Uhhhh... It’s like knowing something is bad for you, but you keep doing it anyway because you want to see what happens next? No? UHHHHH. OKAY BYE NICE CHAT!”

#twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #opinion game #ziggy dusk #willus pelek #aya #anna piero #sauda hooska #imoo hooska #ehe here you go aya! #the ubrynthos boys will be curious about aya bc she reminds then of someone from the legends #and you brought them back #i thought they were dead #shouldhavestayeddead jk #JKASHJKAHS #fear comes first then curiosity then whoops I guess we're friends okay #she's scared of them but also wow magic danger hehe

[rigelsenshis]

i’m currently residing at the intersection between nicky and fabrizio de andré— one of italy’s most famous musicians Ever, literally credited as a poet that you can find on school textbooks, author of songs that are just lodged into our collective heart and incidentally born in genova, just like nicky (and de andré wrote several songs in genovese please check out crêuza de mä one of my absolute favorite pieces of music in the world)

anyways all this to say that i have to share some lyrics bcos the Sheer beauty is destroying me (even tho this is just a small fraction of de andré’s work like these are the first songs that popped into my head but there are many more) even starting with La Guerra di Piero i know it’s from ww1 but “mentre marciavi con l’anima in spalle / vedesti un uomo in fondo alla valle / che aveva il tuo stesso identico umore / ma la divisa di un altro colore” (and as you were marching with your soul on your shoulders / you saw a man at the bottom of the valley / who shared your same mood / but had a uniform of a different color) but yeah so here have some screenshots

(andrea got lost and doesn’t know how to come back / andrea got lost and doesn’t know how to come back / andrea had a love / black curls / andrea had a sorrow / black curls)

andrea??? about this man receiving news that his love died while he was fighting in the trenches of ww1??? this love with black curls??? i’m already Ascending but the real thing that set this whole spiralling in motion is de andré’s album La Buona Novella (you’d translate with “the good word” in english??? the “buona novella” is the message of the gospels) which follows the virgin mary’s life, and the life of jesus, through what’s told in the gospels. it’s a masterpiece of an album (and de andré was an atheist and he described them all with such humanity) and the second to last song is a masterpiece within a masterpiece, and it’s titled Il Testamento di Tito (”tito’s testament”, tito being one of the thieves crucified alongside jesus)

(thou shalt have no other gods before me / it often gave me thought / different peoples coming from the east / said that in the end it was all the same / they believed in someone that wasn’t you / and they didn’t harm me / they believed in someone that wasn’t you / and they didn’t harm me)

bye i’m collapsing in thinking of nicky, nicky who was a priest and who arrived at the holy land believing everything a catholic man in the middle ages would believe of these “infidels” and then being completely unmade after he and joe stopped just slaughtering each other into the dust and started to realise they had to understand each other bcos of their shared immortality

(in seeing this man die/ mother i feel pain / in piety that doesn’t end before resentment / mother i learnt love)

THE MOTHERLODE I REST MY CASE IO NEL VEDERE QUEST’UOMO CHE MUORE MADRE IO PROVO DOLORE I JUST— I HAVE NO WORDS

and the final song of that same album, titled Laudate Hominem (which is latin and translates to “give praise to humanity” and it’s a nice counterweight to the opening song of the album which is Laudate Dominum, “give praise to god”, which is also a sentence that you hear a lot more often while laudate hominem is kind of unfamiliar-sounding but i’m digressing)

(no, i mustn’t think of you as song of god / but son of man, brother of mine / but son of man, brother of mine / give praise to humanity)

and yeah de andré is talking about jesus here but the feelings are all there all for the moment joe and nicky realise that the other is a man, not an enemy devoted to a god that isn’t their own but a man and a brother in that shared humanity so yeah stream de andré i guess

#the old guard #joe x nicky #nicolo di genova #yusuf al kaysani #luca marinelli #immortal husbands #and now the Maestro is creeping up on me #are we ready for the conversation of joe and nicky with battiato's music #i most certainly Am Not

[reynita9]

sip water close eyes listen to this. chillen.

bye sexies

#m

[horsegirlcastiel]

ALL IM GONNA SAY IS CONSIDER A SCENARIO WHERE PIEROS LOVER THAT ISABELLA CAUGHT HIM WITH WAS A MAN OK BYE

#spn 10x16

[labyrinth-runner]

Trust in Me

Part of the A Garden in Gotham Series, Roman Sionis x Reader

Read the rest here.

@misselsbells06​

Not my gif

Every week was a new adventure with Roman as the two of you got closer. After two months of dating, you felt like you were truly getting to know each other. You were comfortable together. It was easy almost, and that thought was enough to give you pause. Surely your doubts from when you’d first started dating couldn’t have been that unfounded? You’d caught dangerous glimpses of temper every now and then underneath the shifting mask of his face. They were quickly squelched, but that didn’t make you notice them any less. Those instances usually were whenever he was around Zsasz, though. When it was just the two of you... he seemed more at ease. A different Roman emerged then. A softer Roman, like a flower that only bloomed under a perfect storm of conditions. His delicate temperament had come as a bit of a shock, especially in contrast to the hard persona he projected with his business. Yet, things were progressing smoothly between the two of you. 

That was... until you were offered a lucrative opportunity courtesy of Bruce Wayne. He had been so impressed with your work at his charity ball that he wanted to see what your vision would be with a new community garden that he wanted to build in the heart of Gotham. You’d jumped at the chance to work with some of the city’s best architects to design what would truly be your version of an Eden in such a hell as Gotham. A place where people could escape to the beauty of a world of your design when the world outside had gotten too dark. You were thrilled. The only downside to the project was how much time it consumed. You found yourself working longer days and nights between running the shop and working on the garden. This meant less time that you had to spend with Roman. 

Roman had taken to spending time in his apartment, surrounded by his various vases of drying flowers when he missed you. That worked well enough to placate him for the first week that you were too busy to see him outside of the shop. After all, he still stopped by every morning. But, then you were given the permit to start planting and then you were at the shop less and less. He’d sent you text messages when you were on lunch, and sometimes he’d have someone bring you dinner if he knew you were working late.

Zsasz was pleased at this development. 

“Boss, if she can’t make time for you, then maybe she’s seeing someone else?” he said one day, leaning over the edge of the booth that Roman was sitting in.

“Nonsense, Zsasz. If she had lost interest, she would have told me. She’s very straightforward in that regard. Besides... we have a connection,” Roman murmured.

“Connections fade, boss,” Zsasz sighed, patting him on the shoulder. 

“Maybe.... maybe it wouldn’t hurt to make sure?” Roman asked.

Zsasz grinned. “No, I think that’s what I would do if my girl stopped spending time with me. I’d have to make sure that there wasn’t some other dude.”

Roman sighed, resolve settling in. Maybe Zsasz was right. Besides, he didn’t think he’d find anything, so what could the harm be? He nodded to Zsasz. “Tomorrow we’ll tail her.”

“I’ll let the driver know.”

The next day, you were meeting with Bruce Wayne for lunch. It felt surreal, but he wanted to know how the garden was progressing, and to go over some changes to the budget. He invited you to a swanky restaurant uptown that you felt very underdressed for, but he didn’t seem to mind. What you didn’t see, was Roman’s car parked across the street. He was watching you intently, hands tightening when your hands brushed over Mr. Wayne’s as you went to take the budget sheet. When lunch was over, Mr. Wayne escorted you to the car, driving with you to the garden. 

Once at the site, you walked him through your vision, showing the little progress that you and Piero, your architect, had made. Mr. Wayne was impressed, and that made you smile. Your dreams were all coming true. You couldn’t wait to tell Roman about your day when you saw him later. You had worked out your schedule to take the night off since you were so far ahead of the game. It was going to be a surprise. Just a quiet night in, the two of you, his favorite pizza, and a movie. The thought was the only thing that had gotten you through the week.

When Mr. Wayne left, Piero picked you up in excitement and spun you around.

“We did it, ma chérie!” he grinned, placing you back down. “I’ll finish installing the fairy lights tonight so that you can show your love all the progress you’ve made next week when the roses come in.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” you smiled, wrapping your arm around his waist as the two of you looked out over the space. You could see it in your head, and it was magnificent. You saw something weird, though. Roman’s car. He was parked across the street, and he was watching you through the window of the car.

“Excuse me,” you murmured, the smile dripping from your face. You made your way across the street, sneaking up behind the car and knocking on the window.

Roman jumped, eyes flicking up to yours. “O-oh! Hello, darling.”

“Roman, what are you doing here?” you asked in confusion.

“Oh, I was just in the area...” he trailed off.

“You could’ve come to say hi,” you replied.

“You seemed busy,” he said in disgust.

It clicked for you in that moment. Roman Sionis was jealous. 

“There’s nothing between me and Piero,” you said adamantly.

“Oh, so that’s his name? What about Wayne? The two of you seemed fairly chummy at lunch,” he shot back.

Lunch? How did he know about lunch? Your eyes widened in shock. “You followed me?” you gasped. You were hurt. 

“Well, of course I followed you. I haven’t seen you in so long. I had to know,” he replied, not seeing the problem.

“You’re unbelievable, Roman!” You shouted. “I bet you’re not even sorry about it,” you replied in disgust. You shook your head and started to walk away.

“Of course I’m not sorry!” he shouted back. “Why would I be? I was making sure you weren’t doing anything behind my back.”

You stiffened in the middle of the sidewalk and turned back to him. “ ‘Why would I be?’” you repeated in anger. “Roman, you betrayed my trust! If you trusted me, then you would know that i would never do anything behind your back that would hurt you.”

“I do trust you,” Roman replied, getting out of the car to walk towards you.

“No, Roman, you don’t. If you trusted me, then you wouldn’t have followed me around,” you replied sadly. 

He reached out for you. “Darling...”

“No,” you murmured, stepping back from him. “Roman, I can’t be with someone who doesn’t trust me.”

“What are you saying?” he asked.

“I’m saying... I think we should take a break,” you said, trying to keep your voice from wavering.

“Darling, you can’t really mean that.”

“Good bye, Roman,” you replied, returning back to work. You had a garden to build.

Roman watched dumbfounded as you left. No one ever walked away from Roman Sionis. He got in the car and drove back home. He looked at all the vases in his apartment. He wanted to smash them, but they were works of art. He couldn’t do that.

“Who does she think she is, Zsasz?” he asked angrily. “No one walks away from Roman Sionis! No one!”

His words were angry, but in truth he was just masking the hurt.

“No one does if they want to live,” Zsasz grinned.

He looked at Zsasz in horror. “I’m not going to kill her, Zsasz.”

“R-right, boss,” he replied. “Forget I said it.”

“I just... I don’t understand it. I do trust her. I wouldn’t date her if I didn’t. Yet, she threw the relationship back in my face,” he groaned in frustration. “I’m so tired of being rejected, Zsasz! I’m sick of it. She wants to know why I followed her? It’s because of this. It’s because when you let someone in, they can ruin you, so you have to make sure they don’t ruin you!”

He was in a rage now, throwing the pillows off his sofa. He wanted to destroy something like you had destroyed your relationship. But... no, you hadn’t destroyed anything. He had, and that thought was enough to drive him mad. 

“Boss,” Zsasz sighed, trying to calm him.

“Leave me, Zsasz. I want to be alone,” he muttered.

“Alright,” he replied through gritted teeth before leaving.

Roman looked around at all the flowers surrounding him. He thought back to when shrunken heads stood in their place. A smirk crossed his face as he thought about how much nicer the flowers were. Colorful. His smirk quickly slipped off his face as he realized that he wouldn’t have any more bouquets by you. He’d lose those colors. 

“Fuck. I’ve really fucking fucked up this time,” he groaned, throwing a pillow across the room. It knocked into the vase on the desk with your first bouquet in it. A pit of anxiety rose in him as he watched it teeter, but relief flooded him when it stabilized. He’d have to win you back somehow. 

He devised a plan. If he stopped by every day, you’d see how much he missed you. Except... he didn’t see you there. He’d see your assistants, and they’d tell him that they’d tell you that he’d stopped by. When that didn’t work, he tried to take his mind off things and move on, he threw himself into work at the club, but whenever he glimpsed someone that looked vaguely like you, he’d kick everyone out so that he could mope in his solitude.

Nothing was getting done. If anything, it was somehow worse than when he dated you. Zsasz was growing frustrated with him. He didn’t like you, but he wanted Roman to dump you, not for you to dump Roman. If Roman dumped you, then he wouldn’t be acting like this. He’d be acting like Roman Sionis, on top of his world, and not at the mercy of some bitch. Zsasz couldn’t believe what he was about to do.

“Boss, you have to get your shit together,” Zsasz sighed one morning.

“I have my shit together, Zsasz,” he replied absentmindedly.

“No, boss, ya don’t. If anything, you have your shits scattered in the wind and blowing around being pushed by a fan.”

“Ew.”

“Exactly.”

“Fine. What do you propose I do then?” he asked, humoring him.

“Win her back.”

“I tried that,” Roman sighed in frustration.

“You didn’t try hard enough.”

“I went to the shop, I tried to buy flowers,” Roman said in exasperation.

“You talked your language, boss. Maybe... you should try talking hers?”

“You mean... flowers?” 

Zsasz nodded.

“Zsasz, that’s not... that’s not a bad idea,” Roman murmured. He ran over to the computer and started to type in some searches. “Zsasz, order me some Freesias and an arbutus flower.”

“What the hell is an arbutus flower?”

“Just order them,” he barked. “I’m going to go clean myself up.”

Roman looked down at the pajamas he’d been wearing for two days in disgust. Shit scattered in the wind, indeed. He went to take a shower and get dressed while Zsasz picked up the flowers that Roman wanted. When he finished, he played around with the flowers to make them look pretty. Then, he tied them with a ribbon and went out the door.

“Do you want me to bring the car around?”

“No, Zsasz, I think I’m going to walk.”

Roman practiced his speech in his head on his way to the park.

You were standing in the middle of the garden, leaning on your shovel. Since you didn’t need to see Roman, you spent your nights gardening in the dark, illuminated by the fairy lights. It was to your liking, though, because you were able to see how the night blooming flowers were looking in the garden. Everyone else had gone home by now, and it was just you. You admired your work, listening to the soft bubbling of the water fountain that recycled water to water the plants. That was how he found you.

Roman’s heart leapt as he watched you bathed in the warm glow of the fairy lights. His eyes took in the garden and all the work you had put into the space. It was beautiful in his eyes. Almost as beautiful as you. He tucked the flowers behind his back.

“Darling, this looks incredible,” he replied.

You jumped, turning towards him. “Roman, I thought-”

“Please... let me say my piece?” 

You nodded, holding your hand up to gesture for him to continue.

“I was wrong to follow you,” he stated. “I should have trusted you, and I’m sorry. I’m just... I’m not used to you. You’re so different than anyone else I’ve met. You’re honest, loyal... Quite frankly, you’re so much more than I deserve and that fact isn’t lost on me. In fact, it makes me so terrified of losing you that I went to great lengths to hold onto you, and by doing that I pushed you away. I should have believed in you, and in us. Darling, I’m so sorry. Can you ever forgive me and take me back?”

Your shaky resolve started to crumble as you watched him there. He was vulnerable, showing up in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. You’d never seen him like this. Then, you noticed something hiding behind his back.

“Roman, what’s behind your back?” you asked curiously.

“A peace offering,” he said with a sheepish smile. He brandished the flowers shyly. The stems were all different lengths, but the colors were beautiful. You took them gently, running your hands over the soft petals.

“Are you trying to tell me something?” you asked hopefully as you looked down at the flowers.

“Perhaps,” he smiled, “Unless they say something bad, in which case I just thought they were pretty. I did have to use the internet.”

A smile grew on your face as you looked down at the bundle. “You trust me,” you smiled, touching the freesias. Then, your brow furrowed as you looked at the other, scanning through your memory. “Arbutus?” you asked him, a funny look on your face as you looked up at him.

“Yes,” he murmured.

Arbutus was a rare flower to find in a bouquet these days, which is why you wanted to make sure that it was deliberate. When he confirmed that it was, your resolve disappeared. You let go of the shovel and went over to him, taking his face in your hand to kiss him. His arms circled your waist, bringing you flush against him as he kissed you harder. After pulling back for air, you rested your foreheads together.

“Roman, I’ve missed you,” you murmured.

“I’ve missed you, too, darling. I promise you, I will never make the mistake of not trusting you again,” he said sincerely. “I’m so sorry that my own actions hurt you.”

“I forgive you, Roman,” you replied.

“You’re my star, darling. I should have know better than this,” he murmured.

“What do you mean?” you asked in amusement.

“You can’t always see the stars, but that doesn’t mean that they aren’t there,” he clarified.

“Like a blossom in the night,” you smirked. “You can’t always see when they bloom, but that doesn’t mean that they don’t bloom.”

He kissed your forehead and held you tightly. “You’ll always be my blossom in the night.”

“Do you really like my garden?” you asked, resting your head against his chest.

“I do. A garden in Gotham. I think its wonderful,” he smiled.

#roman sionis x reader #Roman Sionis #roman x reader #A Garden in Gotham

[just-a-writer23]

 School for Squibs!

A/N: I was talking to one of my dearest friends Lyan and told her that I would love to write something for her. When it comes to a storyline she said “You know me well enough to know what I’m like and what I like”. The one thing she wants me to make official in it is that her character’s name is Lena. Lena’s love interest will be a mix of Harry Potter, Liam Payne and Piero Barone. This is a little bit of a challenge but I will do my best because I want to make her smile.

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Lena Du Pont had being in Hogwarts for five years at this point and was determined to work create a school of her own for squibs. Squibs are the kids of two magical parents that have no magical powers. Sadly, they are overlooked at by the wizarding community and judge; they said that they should live in the muggle world instead. In Du pont’s point of view everyone has a little bit of magic in them, even squibs, they just need a little bit of encouragement and special magical accommodations to bring it out. Therefore, she wanted to create those accommodations and bring out the potential that all of them have.

Even though she knew that many would judge her and not support her decisions; her bravery and determination were enough for her to keep on going. Her sister, Lainey Du Pont always said that even though Lena had the ambition of a Slytherin her bravery and determination were the main traits that she had. In fact, Lena always value bravery and determination the most which is why she was the embodiment of a true Gryffindor. Those personality traits were the factors that were going to allow her to achieve her goals in the future. Lai, was going to encourage and support her in every step of the way despite what others think; although Lena never cared about what others think. 

Throughout Lena’s last years at Hogwarts she created the plans and began to safe money to start creating the schools. This money was taken to her Gringotts vault in order to be safe which is why Lainey would take it there for her with Lena’s permission. In order to gather this money, Lena had started working at the three brooms sticks, honeydukes and zonkos during the weekends which is why she was hardly seen. As for her studies, she was doing an excellent job at getting O (Outstanding) and E (Exceeds Expectations). How? Well she became a night and book worm during the weeks in order to make a balance between work and her studies. 

At some point, McGonagall  got concerned about her due to the fact that she was barely resting. Lena trusted her professor and had told her about her plans which made Mcgonagall proud of her student. However, she had noticed that her precious student was not resting well and was worried that she was not taking good care of herself. Therefore, she gave her a time turner in order for her to be in time for her classes and jobs. This allowed Lena to accomplish her plans but took good care of herself which pleased her professor. 

After graduating from Hogwarts, Lena had began to search for the lands in which her school was going to be built. However, this was quite difficult for the fact that nobody wanted to help her find it. Not many agreed to the idea of having a school for squibs and told her that she was a disgrace for the wizarding community. In fact, the Ministry of Magic allowed her to continue her plans because they didn’t believe that she was going to be successful. Although things were not looking great for her plans, her determination kept her going. 

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Time went by and she kept looking for a piece of land in which her school could be built on. She began working at Ollivanders and had gotten quite good at selling wands to young wizards. One day at her lunch break, she decided to have a stroll in the alley after having something to eat. She entered the store “Madam Malkin’s Ropes for All Occasions” and a stranger bumped into her. She looked at him and raised an eyebrow and the man started apologizing while asking if she was okay. Subsequently, she said that she was fine and advice him to pay attention to where he’s going. He nodded nervously and said “Is it okay if I invited you for an ice cream at “Florean Fortescue’s ice cream parlour” for a proper apology. 

Lena rolled her eyes and smiled saying “It was just an accidental bump there is no need to be extremely apologetic”. Then she was going to walk towards the exit of the store and he said “Perhaps, its not a big deal but it would be lovely to get to know you”. At that moment, she looked at him with seriousness while crossing her arms and said “Although that’s very kind of you, I don’t believe that I can’t accept your offer because I have a job to get to. As I said before, it ain’t a big deal, it was nice to meet you...bye”. After saying that she left the store feeling rather annoyed by the stranger and head back to the store she worked at. 

When she entered the store she worked at, Lena was met by Henry Carter who was a guy that graduated a year before she did. He was a Slytherin that was known for being the best chaser in his quidditch team; he was rather a quite good looking man... he had brown hair short hair, hazel eyes that were behind his glasses, had facial hair, had fair skin and was tall enough. Although people expected him to brag about it, he was rather a very humble person and never did so. On their school days they were not close but acquaintances that were cordial to each other. Anyway, he greeted her and they started having a normal conversation; he was there to buy his younger brother’s wand with him. 

As she was helping looking for wands for his little brother to try out, he asked her about how the plans of building the school were coming along. Lena, looked at him and sigh as she gave the little boy a wand, then looked at him as she told him the current situation. Henry gave her  a sympathetic look and proceeded to to get in a deep thought process. Then he said “I believe that I can help you  with the land situation if you allow me to”. She raised an eyebrow at him and stare at him trying to figure out whether he was being sincere or not then said “How do you plan to do so?”; then gave his little brother another wand.

He looked at her smiling gently and said “There is a land that my family owns that has not being used for about ten years. My parents told me that I could use it to do with it as I pleased, in all honesty I have no plans to use it. So, I would be glad to give it to someone that needs it and that will do something significant with it”. Before Lena could say anything about it the place lighted up letting everyone know that the wand had chosen his little brother. She looked at the little boy with a bright smile and said “Congratulations, you officially are a wand owner young man, this wand has chosen you”, the little boy looked at her and thanked her. 

After congratulating the kid, she looked at Henry while raising an eyebrow saying “You are telling me that there is a land that your family used to own and gave to you but you don’t plan to use it yet are willing to give it to me? Just like that?”. She chuckled “If I were to say yes, would there be any prize that I have to pay? If so, then tell me what it will be and perhaps I will think about it”. He looked at her quite surprised and said “It seems that you hardly trust people and I do understand why. In order to get you to trust me I would personally take you to see the land and show you the property papers to see my honesty. There is no monetary prize that I am possibly desiring for this, however, I do have two prizes that I would like you to give me for it”. 

“Is that so? well, mind telling me what those prizes are in order to see whether or not I can meet them?” she asked rather intrigued to see what his answer would be. He smiled at her and said “The first thing would be to allow me to be a teacher in your school. Although my humble knowledge doesn’t have that much variety, there is a reasonable amount of it that I can teach the future students. Number two is for you to go on a date with me after the school opens, that way we can get to know each other little by little and then go on that date that could mean that it could go somewhere or could lead to a friendship”. 

Lena smirked at him and said “The first prize can be easily met, there are certain classes that I believe you will do a brilliant job. As for your second request, well, you’ll have to work hard to get me to agree with it. I will see if you can convince me to go on a date with you or not”. He smiled and said “Fair enough, then is a deal. I will come by tomorrow to pick you up and show you the land and the papers” She nodded at him and said “I get out a five tomorrow, I expect you to be here by that time”. He smiled and said that he was going to be there ten minutes before five. 

As time went by, Lena was finally able to build and promote her school with the help of Lainey and Henry; after taking Henry’s offer. There were plenty of squibs who were rather unsure whether or not to be a part of it. However, Lena, Lainey and Henry along with the rest of the faculty were able to reassure them that they were accepted as they were in this school. To say the least, the school was very successful and the Daily Prophet was only able to say wonderful things about it. This made Lena feel proud of herself and the work that she had put into fulfilling her dreams.

 When it comes to the date that Henry had mentioned to her nearly a year ago, Lena had studied him and his actions. After realizing that he was a sincere person she decided to finally accept it. Of course, he asked her to go on that date monthly and she would kindly say “Maybe...”, leaving him in suspense. When she finally said yes, the poor man thought that his hearing had gotten bad, asking her to repeat herself. Therefore, she walked closer to him and whispered in his ear “Yes, I will go on a date with you” leaving him speechless. 

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#harry potter imagine #fanfic #magic #diagon alley #fred weasley imagines #charlie weasley imagine #hermione #ron weasley #harrypotter

[pjbrne]

IL Volo Love - From FAN to LOVER (Chapter 2)

Chapter 2

Third person’s POV

              Il Volo is a group of three teenage Italian singers named Gianluca Ginoble, Ignazio Boschetto and Piero Barone. Along the way, these three signed a worldwide contract with Universal Music Group and became the first Italian artists to sign with a U.S. label in the U.S. They recorded their self-titled debut album Il Volo in Los Angeles and Rome, as well as at London's famed Abbey Road Studios.

Piero, Ignazio and Gianluca fly high, for themselves and their fans. After all, they took their name Il Volo which means The Flight.

Piero’s POV

              It’s almost Christmas time. What I love about Christmas, is that we’ll be having our break from our tours. I miss home. I miss my parents, my brother and my sister, and all my friends. I’ve been away for so long. I miss everything about Italy. I love my job. I love singing in front of all our fans. It’s just that I miss really miss home.

              After our performance at the Rachel Ray Show, we went back straight to our hotel here in Los Angeles and packed our things. We’re getting ready to go home. My phone rang while I’m packing up my stuff. It is my sister, Maria! Oh, God knows how much I miss her! “Hey! When are you coming home? I miss you!” she said. “Soon, baby. I’m packing up my stuff when you called. How are you? How’s everything at home?” I asked. “A lot has happened while you are away. But don’t worry, we’re all doing great. Just go home and we’ll catch up, okay?” she said. “Yes, ma’am! I’m going to hang up now so I could finish packing. See you soon, princess! Bye!”

              After I have finished packing up my things, I knocked on Nazio’s room. “Hey! Hey! I just fixed that!” Nazio yelled at me when I messed up with his stuff. I laughed while running away from him. “So sorry, but I’m just so excited that we’re finally going home!” I exclaimed. “Well, me too. Don’t mess up with my things so I could finish packing.” he said.  Now we’re both laughing even though there’s nothing funny to laugh at. We both look crazy. “You’re both having fun without me?” Ginaluca said as he entered the room. “Unfair!” he added while he’s pouting. “No, it’s Piero’s fault. He suddenly came in here and disturbed me.” Ignazio is still laughing. “What?! Why are you still blaming me? I hate you!” I said, also while laughing. “You two are weird.” Gianluca answered. “Anyway, be ready. We’ll be leaving by 7 PM”, he added and left the room. I went back to my room and took a nap. It’s been a long day for me, for us.

              I woke up at around 6 in the evening. Fixed myself and got ready for our flight back home. We had a great time during our tour, but it’s now time to leave. See you soon, LA.

              After almost fourteen hours of flight, we now landed in Italy. i miss everything. There’s still no place like home! My dad, Francis and Maria fetched me from the airport. “Where’s Mom?” I asked. “She’s at home, cooking for you” Francis answered and smiled at me.

              We drove home safely. Then, there she is, my Mom. She’s the most wonderful Mom in the world. I hugged her real tight. “I missed you, Mom”, I whispered to her ears. “I missed you, too, Piero”, she kissed me on my cheek. They all hugged me tight. I missed them, so much.

              We’re having dinner at our backyard with all my family and friends. Laughter and stories filled up the air. After dinner, when everyone went home, my family and I sat by the fireplace in the living room.

              When I was about to fall asleep, my mom entered my room. “Piero, honey?” she said. “Yes, mom?”, I replied. “Nothing, I just really missed you. It’s different around here when you’re away.”, she said softly. “I know, mom. I missed you too, and I missed everything”, I replied. We both said our goodnights and next thing I know; I fell asleep.

#From FAN to LOVER #IL Volo #Piero Barone #Gianluca Ginoble #Ignazio Boschetto

[ontologicamente-giulia]

La mia mente corre sempre troppo è appena pubblicato il flusso di prima mi sono resa conto di aver dimenticato delle cose che ora che ho riaperto una nuova pagina vuota mi sono già dimentica mmmmm che rabbia a cosa stavo pensando pensa Pooh pensa ragazzi non mi viene in mente siamo messi bene a 21 anni già i primi segni di demenza senile

Mentre mi viene in mente ciò che volevo scrivere penso che penso davvero troppo la mia mente galoppa come un cavallo impazzito che scappa al trotto eh già ho sempre mille pensieri che mi frullano in testa sono avanti anni luce sarà forse che mi diverte scrivere in questo modo e soprattutto rileggere è molto divertente perché solo io so il senso di quello che c’è scritto dato che non esiste punteggiatura peggio dei cinquantenni su Facebook o della tastiera vocale di Google è davvero divertente rileggere i miei pensieri perché penso che effettivamente sono le parole esatte che passano nella mia testa e la cosa è al contempo esaltante quanto spaventoso perché mi fa senso pensare che dentro di me ho come un omino che parla tipo quelli di esplorando il corpo umano che pem pem pem comandano i virus li caricano sulle navicelle della polizia ovvero neutrofili che portano bolle trasparenti d’ossigeno in una tasca da canguro sposizionata alias emoglobina e il vecchio barbuto che credo fosse il cervello mamma che ricordi quanto amavo questo cartone esplorando il corpo umano quante cose che impariamo cuore muscoli e polmoni che poi ovviamente c’era il cretino di turno che diceva cogl... al posto di polmoni e lì la risata generale perché io so che il mio cognome finisce in Oni e si poteva pure abbinare al mio cognome però anche Piero e Alberto Angela sono i miei due amati perché ho amato tanto la storia grazie a loro ah Alberto che uomo mamma mia quanto vorrei conoscerlo e parlarci e perché no giulia smettila è troppo grande e irraggiungibile per te una misera mortale come te non può avere a che fare con una creatura dalle sembianze angeliche come lui intanto non mi è ancora venuta in mente la cosa di prima ma mi sto divertendo un sacco a scrivere seguendo il velocissimo ritmo della mia mente me lo ricordo dalle superiori James Joyce e pure quella carogna della mia prof di inglese cosa sino questi brividi che mi hanno colpito l’intero corpo freddo non credo perché ho il maglione e fa caldo ah già che c’era la tombolata un sala civica ma sono troppo pigra per uscire alle nove di sera al freddo e buttarmi tra la gente che come avvoltoi mi chiede di papà l’unica cosa è che avrei messo il mio vestito da spice girl e avrei brillato di luce mia con tutte quelle paillettes oh guarda mio papà ha qualcosa appiccicato ad un piede togliamoglielo prima che vada ad infettarlo e a fargli venire un febbrone da cavallo lasciami vedere su Instagram quanti cuori ha la mia foto toh guarda uno che mi lascia un commento gradevole cià lasciamogli qualche cuore che gentile che sono ancora questi brividi cosa saranno avrò mica la febbre Giulia mizzega quanto sei ipocondriaca e si che sei pure un’infermiera adesso sconnettiti dal tuo flusso di coscienza bye bhe amigos

[urbanenemy]

2/25 新入荷リスト

45'S  Couldn't believe a word / Lonesome lane ACT  Too late at twenty / Protection AIL SYMUDIAD  Geiriau / Annwyl rhywun / Cura dy law ALARM  Marching On / Across The Border / Lie Of The Land ALICE'S JOY  Call On Me / I Never Said AMY BOLTON  Tres Chichi / Make Me Run BEANO  Little Cinderella / Bye And Bye BILBO  She's Gonna Win / You Wanna Be Your Lover BILBO BAGGINS  Saturday Night / Monday Morning Blues BLOOM  Don't break this heart / Can I get you for the night BOBBYSOCKS  Let it swing / La det swing BONNIE ST. CLAIRE & UNIT GLORIA  Waikiki Man / Will It Help Me BOYFRIENDS  Boyfriend / Give a litle take a little BRIAN COPSEY AND THE COMMOTIONS  Love's Made A Fool Of You / Wendy CAP HORN  On N'Attend Plus Que Toi / Ecoute Et Danse CHERRIE VANGELDER-SMITH  Goodbye Guitar Man / A Day Will Come CIRCLES  Angry voices / Summer nights CLASH  English civil war / Pressure drop CUBA  Furtive winks / Valkyrie of love DONKEYS  No way / You Jane DRONES  Can't see / Fooled today EIRE APPARENT  Rock 'N Roll Band / Yes I Need Someone FAMILY FODDER  Savoir faire / Carnal knowledge FLYIN' SPIDERZ  City boy / I don't wanna go GENERATION X  Ready Steady Go / No No No GENEVA B.R.A.  No No No No / Maxine and Mandy GINGER  Something Wasn't Quite Right / How Good It Feels Tonight GOING STRAIGHT  Imagination / Me woman HAPPINESS  Tryna Get Thru 2 U / Working On A Good Thing IAN LLOYD  Slip away / Easy money JET STAXX  French girls / Promotion KELLY GROUCUTT  Am I A Dreamer / Anything Goes With Me KEYS  ALBUM LP KEYS  Just A Camera / It Ain't So LITTLE BO BITCH  It's Only Love / I'm Confused MEKONS  Where Were You / I'll Have To Dance Then NICK VAN EEDE  All or nothing / Hold on to your heart NIGHTSHIFT  Dance in the moonlight / Don't rush the good things NIGHTSHIFT  Love is blind / She makes me love her P45  Right Direction / B.I.N.Y.C. PATRICIA PAAY  Who let the heartache in / Will we meet again PENCILS  Pictures Of Paris / Steal Your Love PIERO  Quelle Époque Épique Et Punk / J'ai Un Baobab Dans La Main PLEASERS  You don't know / Billy R.B.ZIPPER  Come back Marianne / Lamplight lady RENEE  Sweet Nothings / Alligator Boogie RIFF  Ska Det Va Så Svårt / Leta Guld ROBERTO JACKETTI & THE SCOOTERS  One Day's Enough / So Fine ROCK N' ROLLER  S/T LP ROMANTICS  When I Look In Your Eyes / What I Like About You ROTJOCH  Tomorrow / Rock & roll rendezvous SALFORD JETS  She's gonna break your heart / Bright city lights SAX MANIAX  Never gonna lose me / Keeping it quiet SHAUN CASSIDY  Do You Believe In Magic / Teen Dream SHOOTER  S/T LP SLADE  Burning In The Heat Of Love / Ready Steady Kids SLADE  Skweeze Me, Pleeze Me / Kill 'Em At The Hot Club Tonite SLADE  Gudbuy T' Jane / I Won't Let It 'Appen Agen SWEET  Wig-Wam Bam / New York Connection TEENAGE HEADS  TORNADO LP THIN LIZZY  The Rocker / Here I Go Again TOMMI OHRNER  Looks Like A Heartache / Angela TOMMI OHRNER  Rock 'n' Roll In Old Blue Jeans / I Like Every Part Of You TONY PILLEY  Off The Hook / Mummy And Daddy UGGLA...  Centrumhets / Everything You Do V.I.P.'S  Need Somebody To Love / One More Chance // Stuttgart Special / Who Knows / Jannie WACKERS  I Hardly Know Her Name / I Hardly Know Her Name WILDFIRE  FLAME THROWER LP XDREAMYSTS  I Don't Wanna Go / Silly Games YOUNG MODERN  She's Got The Money / Automatic

#urbanenemy

[ilvolofandom]

Il Volo at Roxy Bar. 4/?

Il Volo at Roxy Bar, May 3rd 2018. With Red Ronnie, live (and still visible) on Red Ronnie’s facebook page. Since it’s extremely long, I’m translating it divided into pieces (for all parts here)

Part 4/? More fans, the boys singing Spanish, Le Cirque, Ignazio’s hair… and other things

GG: “I see there’s a friend of mine who’s calling”

RR: “answer”

GG: “She lives in Argentina”

PB: “Can’t you just send her a private message?!”

GG (in Spanish): “Hi, can you hear me?”

Fan: “Hi!”

GG (in Italian): “I don’t see you.”

RR (in Spanish): “I don’t see you”

GG: She speaks Italian.

PB (in Spanish): “If you don’t open the video we can’t see you”

IB, to the camera: help.

GG: “Don’t be shy”

PB losing patience: “It’s being good talking with you. Bye” and ended the call. Then to GG “call her by yourself” and pass the computer back to Alice.

GG, pouting “I wanted to say hi”

RR: “we can call her again. Now, some questions (in Spanish) When are you coming in Argentina?”

IB: “what?”

RR (in italian): When are you going to Argentina?

IB: “ah… boh”

GG: “surely… In Italian or in Spanish?”

RR: “Well the question was-”

PB: “When the next tour will start. We still don’t know when the next tour will start.”

GG (in Spanish): And when the new single will be out we are going to be there for promotion.”

RR read some greetings from other Latinas

PB, sounding surprised like he never thought about it: “Ah, because they are awake at this hour!”

GG: “of course”

PB, watching Alice and RR: “ah… smart move.”

GG, amused: “It didn’t take a genius”

IB shaking his head in a “I have no words” meaning

RR, amused, to PB: “I would have guessed something like this from Ignazio, not you”

IB: “Why me!”

Piero laughs and gives the five to Ronnie, who then gives the five to Gianluca too. Piero turn to Gian and gives the five to him too.

IB starts playing the guitar and sings “vita spericolata” by Vasco Rossi, that says “we will meet at Roxy Bar”, because that’s the name of the program. Gianluca and Piero start to sing with him too. When no one of them can remember the words they go on singing “nannan na nan naaanna”, Gian even gesturing to Ignà like saying “yes, these are the words”

GG: “Ok, let’s continue”

RR read some comment in Spanish, from Mexico Perù ecc.

RR: “Guys in America you are really famous! If I was you I would try to do an album of Latin music, If I was you”

GG, laugh. Ignazio and Alice follow him.

PB, like just out of his world: “If you were us…?”

RR: “If I was you I would try to do an album of Latin music. Because with your voices, mixed with the warm of Latin music-”

PB smirking: “with just the music?” [in the sense he would like to mix with Latin girls too…at least is what I read on his face]

GG, smiling but ignoring him: “As we were saying, in our album we sing in Spanish too. Famous songs, but also our songs.”

RR: “Of course”

GG: “Do you remember ‘El reloj’? Or also…-”

PB start singing ‘Historia de un amor’

RR: “Of course!”

PB: and then we did an homage to this prince of Mexican music, José José”

GG: “Do you know him?”

RR: “no.”

GG thinks how to explain it and then says: “He’s like our Celentano, let’s put it this way. But for a problem with his vocal cords, he lost his voice. So, it was a loss because, without voice, he couldn’t gift people with other emotions. But he’s still alive and we had the honor to sing one of his most famous songs at Latin Billboard.”

RR: “And what’s this song name? How is it? And, you did win a billboard, didn’t you?”

GG: “Yes, we won a billboard and we got a Grammy nomination in 2011… no, 2012”

PB: “What we did, this tribute for José José was the year before, and the next year we got a nomination for best group or duo, and we won that.”

RR, reading fans comments, this one in English “Even if I don’t understand what you are saying I’m loving every word.”

GG: “This is the Italian accents, the Italian charm.”

They send kisses to her.

Ronnie read some other comments among which one from Mexico that says that she went to 2 concert and never hear “El Reloj”, so Ronnie asks again to sing the song, and Piero start. Gian follows him. Then Ignazio.

GG: “now must enter some people with the sombrero”

Ignazio mimicking some Mexican instruments

RR, to the camera: “But you haven’t see the scene from here. [The camera was on Piero when he starts singing] Piero started singing, Gianluca followed him, and Ignazio was doing his things like always. So, Piero, like I suppose he always does, brought him back, like ‘you are one of the three’ and so he started singing” [I didn’t get the impression he was so behind so I suppose Ronnie just wanted to mess with him]

Ignazio plays two notes on the guitar staying silent.

PB to IB: “do it again!”

Ignazio does those notes again

Piero and Gianluca watch each other, singing those note and smiling, as if they remember them.

PB to GG: “what is it?”

Ignazio touch the cord again

PB to IB: “stay still!”

Gianluca does again those two notes

PB to IB: “do it again!”

IB perplex and amused: “stay still and do it again he says”

GG: “It came on my mind too but..” saying that he can’t put his finger on it.

Piero tries again, but Gianluca stop him end gesturing to Ronnie says “Ok, but now we can’t..” [spend the time like this, I suppose]

Ronnie pass them the computer again, presenting them another fan. They talk to her, guessing her region. She says they have seen her in Taormina [honey they see so many fans!]. Ignazio guess it right, Calabria, and then start making fun of her accent, practically invisible accent, saying the name of all the Calabrese dishes. Gianluca and Piero start laughing and Ignazio stops them ‘cause the girl start speaking again.

IB: “what?”

Gian is laughing so hard that he leans on Piero

Fan: “In Taormina I give to Gianluca a Toy Story T-shirt!”

Piero and Ignazio hit him, saying that he should remember her. [he actually remember most fans, he can’t remember them all!]

GG: “Toy Story t-shirt! Because you know Woody is my favorite!”

Fan: “Do you remember it?”

PB: “Ignazio too is a big fan of Woody… Woody Allen”

IB: “Great saxophonist!”

Gianluca and Piero laugh.

GG to IB: “can we say it?”

IB: “no”

PB: “come on Ignà, is not-“

IB: “no! You’ll make me look ignorant!”

GG: “is not ignorant”

PB to IB: “Why? Is a funny thing” [the original word is ‘simpatica’ which is more like delightful than ridiculous, so I’m not sure with the translation… basically the meaning was that he doesn’t have to be ashamed]

IB: “no!”  

GG to Ronnie: “he was little.”

IB: “no, and here we have [say the fan name…the wrong one] waiting” she correct him.

Piero start telling it anyways

PB: “He passed an evening in New York, in this famous restaurant Le Cirque-”

IB: “I said no!”

GG: “you were little”

PB: “No, ok, stop because if he’s offended he ruins the whole evening”

RR: “what did you do?”

IB: “Le cirque, there were jugglers and nothing”

GG: “But Ignà, you were little so it was justifiable-”

IB: “no”

RR: “You didn’t recognize him?”

IB: “Is not like” gesturing for saying that we don’t have to speak about that.

RR: “but-“

IB to RR: “Do you still want the jukebox?”

RR: “you already broke it!”

IB: “well I…” gesturing like saying he can do worst.

PB to fan: “Here it, When was your last Il Volo concert?”

She answers and the boys remember it was very windy that evening. Ignazio make fan of her accent again.

GG suddenly: “But who’s there? Your mum? Who is it? I see an arm.”

Fan: “oh well… It’s  my brother who’s filming me” gesturing for saying ‘ignore it’

GG: “well it doesn’t happen everyday to-”

PB indicating Ignazio: “to speak with a fellow countryman”

GG to fan: “can I ask you something?”

Fan: “tell me!”

GG: “Did you see that Ignazio changed his hairstyle? Do you like these curls?”

Camera zoom on Ignazio

Fan: “I like them very much”

PB: “good girl”

Fan: “Now he looks like Lorenzo Fragola”

Piero laughs so much that he leans on Gianluca, hugs him and pats him on the shoulder.

IB: “No, no! a scissors! A scissors!”

GG: “what no? don’t say that. We greet Lorenzo, we say hi! He’s a friend and we were at Sanremo together in 2015”

RR: “No, you know what? You looks like one of those maritime pines” [a tall plant with hemispherical foliage just on the top]

IB: “You are provoking me on purpose this evening?!” but he’s smiling [was ‘ce l’hai con me’ literally ‘you have it with me’, but that’s meaning of it]

RR actually laugh all amused and happy with himself

PB: “come on, stop bringing Ignazio on”

RR: “Oh, yes, you are right, now stop”

Fan: “Are you coming to Calabria Again?”

GG: “Maybe on next tour-”

PB: “Ignazio goes in Sicily ‘via Reggio’ so surely” [joke about the mistake Ignazio did with the fan from Viareggio, understanding it like ‘via Reggio’ so ‘passing from Reggio’. To note he just said to leave Ignazio alone LOL]

RR laugh, Gianluca ignore them reassuring the fan about their presence in Calabria on next tour. She says she would love them to be in Cosenza, her city, and Ignazio says he guessed from her accent that she was from there [obviously joking]

 Sorry for the surely numerous mistakes, English is not my language

Sorry also for the time it took to post this, I had some problem on the computer, where translation and video are.

End of part 4…. to be continued. For all parts here: https://ilvolofandom.tumblr.com/search/ilvoloroxybartranslation

PS: I think we can guess the tale about Ignazio and if I’m right it was indeed, like Gian said, justifiable: Le Cirque is a restaurant, but  every kid, at least here, know the cirque du soleil as the Cirque… he probably thought it was that kind of Cirque. A circus. Also, if I’m not mistaken they already shared this story in some old interview but I can’t remember exactly at this moment.

[Gian, we know you have no shame about what you did when little…it’s al in the book]

Next time: how the boys arrived on the program ‘Ti lascio una canzone’

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[piuland]

The Revolutionist

In 1919 he was traveling on the railroads  in  Italy, carrying a square of oilcloth from the headquarters of the party written in indelible pencil and saying here was a comrade who had suffered very much under the  Whites  in  Budapest  and  requesting comrades to aid him in any way. He used this instead of a ticket. He was very shy and quite young and the train men passed him on from one crew to another. He had no money, and they fed him behind the counter in railway eating houses.

He was delighted with Italy. It was a beautiful country, he said. The people were all kind. He had been in many towns, walked much, and seen many pictures. Giotto, Masaccio, and Piero della Francesca he bought reproductions of and carried them wrapped in a copy of Avanti. Mantegna he did not like.

He reported at Bologna, and I took him with me up into the Romagna where it was necessary I go to see a man. We had a good trip together. It was early September and the country was pleasant. He was a Magyar, a very nice boy and very shy. Horthy’s men had done some bad things to him. He talked about it a little. In spite of Hungary, he believed altogether in the world revolution.

“But how is the movement going in Italy?” he asked.

“Very badly,” I said.

“But it will go better,” he said.

“You have everything here. It is the one country that every one is sure of. It will be the starting point of everything.” I did not say anything.

At Bologna he said good-bye to us to go on the train to Milano and then to Aosta to walk over the pass into Switzerland. I spoke to him about the Mantegnas in Milano. “No,” he said, very shyly, he did not like Mantegna. I wrote out for him where to eat in Milano and the addresses of comrades. He thanked me very much, but his mind was already looking forward to walking over the pass. He was very eager to walk over the pass while the weather held good. He loved the mountains in the autumn. The last I heard of him the Swiss had him in jail near Sion.

Ernest Hemingway

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