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Italy has arisen: The Leopard

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One hundred and fifty years ago, Victor Emmanuel II was crowned King of Italy, an Italy novel, just born, risen from the ashes of what was an endless cluster of states and small states, an old body is falling apart, of when you had to change everything, to ensure that uniform, returned to live and prosper.
To celebrate this day I want to tell you about a great masterpiece of literature and cinema: The Leopard .
Written by Tomasi di Lampedusa and brought to the screen by the great Luchino Visconti, Il Gattopardo talking about this, when a hundred and fifty years ago, the new swept the old one, forever. A generation, that of ocelots, the proud aristocrats of yore, now finally went down to make way for new generation, that of the bourgeois, the 'new rich, able to move on and benefit from modern Italian soil.


We were the Leopards, lions ...
Those that will replace the sciacalletti, hyenas, and all of Leopards, jackals and sheep continue to believe the salt of the earth.

The Leopard is a superb novel, bitter, nostalgic. Able to entrarti inside and burn like the hot climate of Sicily so finely described this through its pages, capable of bewitching with its characters, and alter certain noble, low and mean another, but all and all, ably described, in victory and in defeat, by the skill of Tomasi di Lampedusa, the last heir of a narrator and world now lost forever, that of the Leopards.
protagonist, Prince Fabrizio Salina proud last member of an unhappy generation straddling the old and new times, and his nephew Tancred, who can smell the change and follow him, married Angelica, daughter of Don Calogero mayor Sedar, petty bourgeois enriched by the new Italy, although crude man and totally inappropriate ways.




assisting the landing of a Thousand, Prince Fabrizio also assists with the end of the Bourbon kingdom, at the end of his era. The nobility gave way to a new forever rising social class, composed of people greedy, petty and unscrupulous, with the rest later, even the beloved nephew Tancredi, devious and shrewd social climber. 'S the end of the ideals that had, hitherto, led an era.




The clash between the two worlds is evident in the background of a violent Sicilian landscapes, the climate hot, land where it snows fire, whose inhabitants are sleeping, sleep, sleep is what Sicilians want, and they hate people who always wants them to wake up, even to bring them the most beautiful gifts , sleep and death, so ; the irresistible fascination for a past that attracts precisely because he is deceased.
But if the novel is superb, the film, the 1963 is a masterpiece.
Visconti, perfectionist like few others, directs a work that is at one with what the pen Tomasi di Lampedusa created on paper settings, characters, costumes, dialogues. There is not a comma out of place and refinement of detail borders on obsession almost in a work, however, does not her only asset of aesthetics.
Perfetti also actors: the austere Frabrizio Don is played by an exceptional Burt Lancaster, Tancred, the grandson intriguing one, he has the face dell'affascinante Alain Delon, while on the scene to bring the beautiful Angelica is Claudia Cardinale, in superlative all the senses.





The scene, famous, dancing earned him two Silver Ribbon: Best Art Direction and Best Cinematography.



A true work of art, not to be missed for anyone who loves movies and costume Risogimento.

The Leopard: the arrival of Angelica

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Satisfaction by bloggers

Lately this little blog is giving me a lot of satisfaction!
few days ago, in fact, I had the honor of being host of the blog All the books, a blog that I love, why talk about books, and not only, and does so very interesting!
HERE found my speech!

But the rewards are not finished, in fact, on Little old dream rained unexpected prizes! The award
Liebster Blog by the dear Sylvia :


And the award Kreative Blog , by Claire , Susy, Federica and Basil & Mint!


Thank you so much dear, you're sweet people!

Now, to honor the rules, I submit my time these awards to 15 other blogs, and I know that will not be an easy task!
Here are my choices:

Liebster Blog:

1) All about books, to stay up to date with the news of the moment, but also to discover the authors of niche!
2) Travel ink, to travel around the world on the back of a book!
3) cinnamon and apples, to find that special scent that does so much 'home sweet home'!
4) Simply female, to enter a world of pink and soft!
5) Fairy Tatin, because its author is crisp and fun!

Kreativ Blog:

1) And watch the world through my blog to discover magical places with a great guide!
2) Chocolate Rose open to be groped by greedy miniatures!
3) Fimo Cafe , because its author is very skilful, very nice as well!
4) Chic Cake to goggle in front of small masterpieces of pastry!
5) The spoon magic, because even here the thumbnails are the masters, and they are wonderful!
6) The wire delighted to be amazed by the skill of Argante with needle and thread!
7) The hour of tea, to spend an afternoon in the kitchen trying to reproduce the recipes Federica!
8) The comtesse and point de croix, because it is the elegant drawing room of a lady of the past!
9) Art & Craft , because the creations Cecilia are sublime ... and inspired by Marie Antoinette!
10) Cook the Look , because its author is very good at juggling rings and high heels!

There are still many people who deserve a prize for the passion and dedication to devote to their blog ^ ^ I tried, including awards and previous ones, to give a bit more space as possible 'at all, they are going round in so many of us, sooner or later, see part of their work recognized!

now up to tell me ten things about me ... But what I tell you?!

1) My favorite color is pink! (You would not have ever said, I guess ...)
2) I'm a maniac shoes: flats, brogues, boots and heels, of all colors and shapes. Now I do not know where to keep them! It seems that I am the last descendant of a long line of aunts with the disease-compulsive, I'm a bit 'worried about my grandchildren, if I have!
3) There was a brief period in my life where I was particularly eager to become a psychologist, and ground by hand on hand. Then I changed my mind ...
4) One of my favorite painters Frida Kahlo is, so I called my dog \u200b\u200bFrida! I love especially his tragic ...
5) If you could go to dinner with an author of the past, I have no doubt about it: Alexandre Dumas, and I'd tell one of his stories ...
6) When I have a home furnishings will be absolutely Shabby Chic, no matter if my boyfriend loves the minimalist style!
7) On my ex-libris is the image of a cat curled up on a pile of books, I have since I was six years old!
8) If there's one thing they have negatissima is dancing and singing, dancing and karaoke so not for me ^ ^
9) Paris is in my heart, but the other two cities I love most of all, in Europe is Prague and Rome, ancient, mysterious and full of charm ...
10) One of my desires (rather recent, but still desire it!) Is just to be able to move to Rome, one day or another: I want to walk in Trastevere at sunset, turn on a Vespa around the Colosseum and a pump stuffing Tiramisu (pastry history of Rome, for those who do not know ^ ^) well, I hear a story Audrey! Greg, are you listening?!

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Berthe Morisot: a painting of the women


First of all, greetings to all women !
Today I want to honor this holiday about a woman, Berthe Morisot, who was one of the few painters of the nineteenth century have to critical acclaim and success, elbowing and being leveraged into the masculine world that did not grant a bit of room for female talent.

Berthe Marie Pauline Morisot was born January 14, 1841 in Bourges, a family of upper middle class.
The encounter with the painting took place thanks to his mother, who gave Berthe and her older sisters, and Yves Edma a private teacher, Geoffrey Alfphonse-Choco, staunch defender of the neoclassical style, but did not meet the taste of his sisters, getting indeed the effect of removing paint from Yves forever.
Berthe and Edma, therefore, continued lessons with the teacher Joseph Guichard, a pupil of Delacroix, who immediately realized the potential of Berthe, advised to continue studying art. At that time, however, the Ecole des Beaux-Arts was forbidden to women (it remained until 1897) and this prevented Bertha to register. She was not discouraged and continued to study privately with Corot, who painted landscape known strictly outdoors, which greatly influenced his art.







In 1864 his first paintings passed the severe examination of the judges of the Salon, receiving flattering comments, but also some criticism, as those who saw too much of the style of Corot in his painting.
Berthe also had to undertake and address many sexist prejudices of the time, which were unseemly that a woman is interested in painting, and this made it almost impossible to paint outdoors and in public places, making them prefer interior and domestic scenes.
The summary of the difficulties he faced a talented painter in the age in which he lived, perfectly summarizes the Manet, his great friend, in this sentence: Morisot are charming the ladies. Too bad they are not men .





Berthe, through his friendship with Manet, which was also a model, began to attend the Impressionist group, participating in all their shows, except for the edition of 1879, due to the birth of her daughter, had her husband Eugène Manet, brother of Edouard. His work became increasingly important and their home became a meeting place for intellectuals and artists such as Zola, Mallarmé, Renoir, Monet and Degas.








Berthe Morisot now was could be considered in all respects one of the major figures of impressionism French.
He died in February 1895, of pneumonia, only 54 years, and despite a brilliant career, in his certificate of death was identified as 'without occupation' , that a woman's age was much less objectionable ' painter '.








Some portraits of Berthe Morisot executed by his friend and mentor Manet:






I would also like to remind all women who today, March 8, Women's Day, all those women can get free museums, archeological sites and state archives ! Approfittiamone!

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Running

And so I am finding this world that I ignored, shunned or better, all my life.
not have breath, I'm lazy and leg, and running has always been something of light years away from my world and my character. I like to sleep the weekend ... wake up at 11 and when I go to breakfast, a hot shower head, overalls and a sofa for the rest of the day.
do not know what I have taken a month now ... started as a joke, taking part in a run of nearly 12 miles, but I have done almost all walking, of course. Despite that afternoon and collapsed into a coma on the bed and slept for 4 hours behind a row without even having the strength to eat, I was not discouraged. It must have been
endorphins, probably, but at the end of all I felt a certain sense of satisfaction and well-being that led me to make the second race.
And after the second race, was followed by one third.
Now I also have the clothing, because I discovered that running with felpatini sweat pants, t-shirt health, cotton T-shirt, sweatshirt and jacket can be deleterious.
Yeah.
At the end I had spent three layers of stuff and also the jacket had patches.

Now no one stops me. Runners, tremble, hence there is an opponent more!

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The black countess: the subtle charm of evil gossip about Paris

Title Countess black
Author Rebecca Johns
Data 2011, 323 p., bound
Garzanti Editore Books (contemporary series Storytellers)

The lady of the castle must have known that his home nestled between a person so unfair that even hoped to be able to take his place.
Darvulia now standing before me and asked me, without losing your temper, what kind of punishment meant to inflict Amalia. Instead, I shook the pen in his hand and drops of wet ink the letter I was writing. I looked down and saw that the slick was spreading, covering the written word only a moment before. Amalia had betrayed me. The ink stain continued to increase until I saw only black.

It is a night in August of 1614 when the Rev. Nicolas Zacharias puts the pen in his inkwell.
He just finished writing a letter to inform the other of the diocese that the Rev. woman who lived for four years locked up in the tower of his castle, buried alive, Countess Erzsébet Báthory, passed away in guilt, by refusing to the last to repent of their sins. Attached to the letter is a sheaf of papers written by the Countess of fist for her son Pal. In those papers Erzsébet, in the long years of imprisonment, you have poured their lives: they are often impregnated with horror, and yet, how often the Rev. Nicolas, who also blamed the, legend has found the woman to cry so lonely, for frustrated his hopes and projects missed? How many times have you broke my heart to you?

So begins the book by Rebecca Johns on the life of Erzsébet Báthory, the Hungarian countess still listed as one of the most sadistic and brutal murderers of history. Erzsébet, mentioned by the grim name of 'Blood Countess' or 'Countess Dracula', in life tortured and killed dozens of girls who worked at his service. Practiced the occult and black magic, and was one of the first serial criminals, accused of having committed crimes against humanity, bringing the food rumors and gossip about him that even now make it a dark and mysterious character.


But who was really the woman behind the legend that depicts the vampire as a creature ready to dive in the blood of his victims to benefit from it in beauty?
Rebecca Johns, in my opinion, is very honest in tracing the portrait of Countess Báthory, leaving aside the mythical and distinctly macabre aspect that could only attract fans of horror or vampire genre. The Johns chooses to approach the countess by keeping quiet about the appearance of a witch, and murderous character, and brings to the fore, however, the deep humanity of woman, daughter, sister, wife, lover and mother. And it does so with a sophisticated style but sliding, allowing us to approach Erzsébet now, including his torment as a result of choices made by others for her, violence, deception, abuse of which is constrained by its status as a woman in a world of brutal and distinctly masculine.
A world where he must learn to defend themselves by any means. Erzsébet Báthory
We understand that it is not the monster of legends and traditions, but a woman become powerful thanks to his cunning, he has always fought to maintain its position and had to defend his luck with the nails and teeth, only in the hope of ensuring a future for children.
was undoubtedly a killer, not at all justify Rebecca Johns for his crimes. But it's interesting how the author delves into the innermost thoughts of the Countess, eviscerating emotions and anxieties, and bringing the reader, if not absolution, certainly understand the logic that guided his actions: the insane fear of losing control, of not having power, which was basically the only thing that the countess had never gotten on its own merits .
A book very well written, with sublime gothic atmosphere and a good reconstruction of the historical period in which the events took place. But especially with a player of great psychological depth, full of faces, made of light and shadow. Especially Shadow. And a proud and combative character.

I was forced to set an example to remind all that even if Ferenc if he took them to bed I was always directing the house and provide for their maintenance. What was I ... to make room for their insolence? Let me be turned into the laughing stock of the house? If they had the courage to go to bed with my husband, and even the gall to brag about in front of me, I would have done everything possible because they could not do it again a second time. Fell within my rights as a noblewoman, in addition to his wife.