cannes come to me

“Papà, posso farti una domanda?”

“Dimmi”

Girò la pagina del giornale che stava leggendo.
Lei si morse le labbra.

“Ehm…ma cosa succede nella nostra testa quando ci innamoriamo?”

“Quando ci piace una persona o proviamo attrazione per essa nel nostro cervello si attivano delle aree del corpo striato, ma ciò succede per ogni cosa che ci piace…anche per il cibo. E’ una cosa che così come è arrivata può passare. Dopo l'amore a prima vista c'è la passione dove alcune zone del cervello si addormentano e non ci fanno più essere critici. Vediamo la persona come la nostra anima gemella, ci piacciono anche i suoi difetti. Mentre quando questi sentimenti si trasformano in amore allora le zone interessate sono altre. Eh si, come voi giovani vi divertite a dire ‘l'amore è come una droga’ infatti ha gli stessi effetti degli oppiacei.”

Continuò a mangiucchiarsi le pellicine.

“Sai papà penso che…”

“Lo so”

“Come l'hai capito?”

“Hai un sorriso ebete tutto il giorno e non mi serve un test tossicologico per sapere se ti fai o meno le canne, sei innamorata”

“Ma non capisco come sia successo. A me non piaceva, non volevo neanche parlargli all'inizio… la prima volta che l'ho visto mi ha rovesciato un frullato sul mio maglione preferito. Non capisco.”

Girò una pagina del suo giornale.

“Nel cervello odio e amore hanno lo stesso interruttore. Prima di qualsiasi ricerca scientifica lo aveva già capito Catullo quando scrisse “odio et amo”. Se vuoi posso mandarti qualche documento sulla quest-”

“No, non serve. Grazie…ma continuo a non capire”

Si alza, lasciando il padre seduto sulla poltrona.

“Odiavo la mia vicina di casa. Fin da piccoli ci facevamo i dispetti e non ci lasciavamo mai in pace. Come se non bastassero elementari e medie assieme abbiamo anche scelto la stessa scuola superiore. Siamo entrati per ultimi perché eravamo intenti a litigare, così ci siamo ritrovati in banco assieme. Ci rubavamo le penne, ci strappavamo le pagine dei quaderni, lei mi tirava dei calci di cui ancora adesso porto il segno. Tutti ci chiedevano perché ci odiavamo così tanto e noi non sapevamo che rispondere - “

Elena si era fermata. Ascoltava con attenzione dando le spalle al padre.

“Ma la cosa che detestavo di più era il modo in cui si toccava i capelli. Lo faceva ogni secondo, li attorcigliava attorno al dito. All'inizio gli dicevo di smetterla ma un giorno, senza rendermene conto , mi ritrovai a fissarla e a pensare a quanto fosse cresciuta e a quanto fosse diventata bella.”

Elena sorrise.

“Ti si era spento il cervello”

“Esatto, vedi che capisci Elena. Siamo passati dall'odiarci profondamente a guardarci di nascosto, come poi mi ammise anche lei. Forse quei sentimenti li provavo dalla prima volta in cui l'avevo vista, in fondo”

Lei si mise a ridere andando verso la porta d'ingresso.

“Cosa ci trovi di divertente?”

Abbassò il giornale, guardando la figlia dalla montatura nera dei suoi occhiali.

“Anche io odio la mamma quando si rigira i capelli fra le dita!”

Chiuse la porta alle sue spalle.
Ora sapeva cosa fare.

—  “La nostra storia” pt. 2
È andato via. Come tutti e come tutto, quando si tratta di me. Le canne, le sigarette, gli altri ragazzi, l'alcool…. io butto via tutto. Ma lui non é con me, e devo trovare un modo per morire in fretta.
Nice Days At The Park
  • Young Woman: *pleasantly reading a book in the park* What a peaceful day.
  • Old Man Who Smells of Soot and Oats: You, lady! Stop reading that book this instance!
  • Young Woman: Excuse me?
  • OMWSoSaO: *snatches the book away from the young woman and rips it into pieces* It's Faulkner! Absolute garbage! Forbidden Garbage!
  • Young Woman: My book! What is your issue, you strange old man!?
  • OMWSoSaO: I was a contemporary of Faulkner's. The hack stole all of his greatest works from me. As I Lay Dying was based on the events that lead me to become a homeless old man in this very park at the vulnerable age of twelve. And look at me now, I'm a complete mess!
  • Young Woman: As I Lay Dying is based on your life? Interesting. That'd make a very good documentary. A groundbreaking documentary even. Hmm...
  • OMWSoSaO: I was the mom who died at the beginning.
  • Young Woman: I hardly believe that's true. But, it's of no matter. No one makes it big in the world of film by telling the truth. We'll doll you up, make up some stories about how Faulkner treated you awfully as a child, and pay some people to pretend to know you. Then daddy Cannes has a nice Palme d'Or waiting for me. Come with me, old man.
  • OMWSoSaO: *fist pumps* Wooooo! I'm gonna be a movie star!
  • *at the young woman's mansion*
  • OMWSoSaO: Do you really live here, lady? This house is ridiculous.
  • Young Woman: Of course I do. You see, I'm quite important in the art world. You may have heard of me. I'm Demoiselle Analise.
  • OMWSoSaO: Listen lady, the only art I've interacted with in the last sixty years of my life is the macaroni art that the elementary school sometimes throws out. And that's only when I'm hungry.
  • Young Woman: Whatever, you'll get to know me much more as I groom you to be my perfect documentary specimen. Now please, follow me into my abode. *struts elegantly into her mansion*
  • OMWSoSaO: *waits outside of the mansion, eyes wide*
  • Young Woman: What are you doing, old man? Chop chop!
  • OMWSoSaO: Are you sure I'm allowed inside?
  • Young Woman: Of course, you're allowed inside. It's my house!
  • OMWSoSaO: I don't know about that. Looking at it from the outside, it gives off this mood. A bad mood. A mood that says it doesn't want someone like me inside of it.
  • Young Woman: What nonsense. *grabs old man's arm and leads him into the mansion*
  • Original Rembrandt: *flies off of the wall and straight towards the old man and young woman*
  • Young Woman: *narrowly dodges the painting* GOODNESS, MY REMBRANDT!
  • Original Rembrandt: *hits the old man in the head, snapping his neck, and instantly killing him*
  • Young: GOODNESS! What is this!? Witchcraft!? Alchemy!? Freemasonry!?
  • Shadowy Spirit: *manifests* It is I.
  • Young Woman: Who are you?
  • Shadowy Spirit: I am avarice made manifest by your life of excess. I am a reflection of your inner darkness and I've taken your house as my residence. I control each part of it as if it were my own body, and I refuse to let anyone as lowly as that man into my home.
  • Young Woman: This would make a great documentary!
  • Shadowy Spirit: What?
  • Young Woman: You're sleeping on an artistic goldmine, spirit. We could take the film world by storm!
  • Shadowy Spirit: Yeah, but aren't you disturbed by my existence at all? I'm not exactly a good thing. Or a rational thing at that.
  • Young Woman: Disturbed? Why would I be? You're but a reflection of myself, and I love myself more than anything. Not to mention, you're a walking Palme d'Or! Can't you picture it. An epic documentary chronicling my descent into greed starting from my childhood, and ending at the creation of a dark supernatural entity that took the life of an innocent, if disturbed, old man. All because of the uncaring monster that lives within the minds of all humans, avarice!
  • OMWSoSaO: *gets up off the ground and cracks neck back into place* Jesus Christ! If I weren't so resilient your dumb painting would've killed me!
  • Young Woman: You're alive!?
  • OMWSoSaO: Of course I'm alive. I've had my neck fatally snapped more than once. I've been around the block more than once. And I mean that both figuratively and literally. My ex-wife lives around here and she's got a restraining order. I'd rather not get thrown in jail again, and I don't want to be involved with your dumb documentary anymore. I'm taking painting, though. It'll make a good dinner.
  • Young Woman: Fine, I don't care, you stinky old man. I don't need you or the painting. I've got a much better documentary on my hands thanks to the darkness from deep within my broken soul.
  • OMWSoSaO: Bah! *walks off with the original rembrandt tucked under his arm*
  • Young Woman: We're going to become international superstars! Just you and me, spirit! Our faces will be on IMDB lists for years to come!
  • Shadowy Spirit: I don't want to be involved with this.
  • Young Woman: Nonsense, you're me. I know what you want to be involved with more than anyone! We've got a bright future ahead of us.
  • *the documentary went on to be a critical and commercial failure*
Showbiz411: Katy Perry to Tour in 2017 For New Album She’s “Working On”

Katy Perry has been off the music map for a while now since “Roar” and her “Prism” album were worldwide hits.

But she’s coming back. Perry told me during the Cannes Film Festival: “I’m touring in 2017.” A new album? “I’m working on it,” she said.

Perry and boyfriend Orlando Bloom were all over Cannes, and she was one of the delights of the festival. Why was she there? To perform at amFAR’s dinner. Someone asked her how many songs she would sing? “Five!” she laughed. “That’s enough.”

Well, the Perry-Blooms stayed in Cannes for most of the festival, leading some to believe that amFAR footed the bill. (They love giving donations to celebrities.)

But Katy and I discussed the quality of her records– I am always impressed about how good they sound, and how well produced. “There’s a reason for that,” she told me, citing her team. Her shows are also huge sellouts as they are family friendly– and certainly not like some of the junk we saw on the Billboard Music Awards.

A new Katy Perry record? I’ll bet we have a single before the Grammy deadline of September 30th. It will be a welcome addition to the airwaves.