Le coin du silence

Recently, I became interested in Puccini's opera, Madama Butterfly, more specifically, in the aria of the second act "un bel di vedremo". I had heard the song before (I suppose everyone has), however, I had never paid attention to the lyrics or the background of the song. This week, I read about the plot of the opera, and the meaning of the aria I am speaking about. Now, I find myself unable to forget about the truth, that such a beautiful and magical song is an ode to childish hopes. I find myself unable to forget about Cio-Cio-san, and her unbreakable faith in Pinkerton's return. It is sad, it is crushing to have such an intense conviction, an ingrained certainty... I've thought about it, and the reason why it produces such an intense emotion in me, is that, in your lifetime, you should consider yourself fortunate if you achieve such level of conviction. We live in a world that is constantly reminding us of the uncertainty of everything. If I met someone who had...

Intimacy I've thought about everything these last weeks. I'm in a new environment, living a new experince called "job". It is curious that the "real" sections of my existence are the ones I'm less interested in. When I was a student at the university, I never cared for what it meant for my future, or for of my life, for that matter. Now that I've started my professional development, I consider it a meaningless task, with no palpable influence in who I am. I guess, the most important thing for me has always been, searching for myself and someone who completes me. This last topic is the one I want to tell you about right now. I've noticed that most (if not all) relationships end because of the lack of communication. We don't know how to express our own thoughts or our own feelings, we are taught to hide them, to keep them in a box away from everyone's gaze. We've become creatures who use every scheme imaginable to avoid expressi...