To this question, as kids, my friends always gave the same answer:
“Pussy”. Whereas I answered “The smell of old people’s houses”. The
question was “What do you really like the most in life?” I was destined
for sensibility. I was destined to become a writer. I was destined to
become Jep Gambardella.
I believe that the beauty in places is
evident—however, in people it is a lot more hidden. The great attraction
of human beings, is that this beauty manifests itself in fleeting
moments and thunders. Exterior beauty is ephemeral, it comes and goes.
But true beauty is connected to other feelings, such as joy and
tenderness. These are feelings that have nothing to do with exterior
appearances, and are hidden deeper inside things and people.
Finisce sempre così. Con la morte. Prima, però, c'è stata la vita, nascosta sotto il bla bla bla bla bla. È tutto sedimentato sotto il chiacchiericcio e il rumore. Il silenzio e il sentimento. L'emozione e la paura. Gli sparuti incostanti sprazzi di bellezza. […]
Paolo Sorrentino, Explicit de “La Grande Bellezza” (2013)
‘La Grande Bellezza’ (The Great Beauty), Paolo Sorrentino (2013)
This is how it always ends. With death. But first there was life, hidden beneath the blah, blah, blah… It’s all settled beneath the chitter chatter and the noise, silence and sentiment, emotion and fear. The haggard, inconstant flashes of beauty. And then the wretched squalor and miserable humanity. All buried under the cover of the embarrassment of being in the world, blah, blah, blah… Beyond there is what lies beyond. And I don’t deal with what lies beyond. Therefore… let this novel begin. After all… it’s just a trick. Yes, it’s just a trick.
A questa domanda, da ragazzi, i miei amici davano sempre la stessa risposta: “La fessa”. Io, invece, rispondevo: “L'odore delle case dei vecchi”. La domanda era: “Che cosa ti piace di più veramente nella vita?”
Ero destinato alla sensibilità.
I spent all my summers making plans for September.
Not any longer.
Now I spend the summer remembering the good intentions which vanished.
In part because of laziness, in part because of carelessness.
What’s wrong with feeling nostalgic?
It’s the only distraction for those who’ve no faith in the future.