My Soul Cries

1. Auflage 2017
ISBN: 978-88-7304-242-6
Verlag: Tektime
Format: EPUB
Kopierschutz: 0 - No protection

E-Book, Englisch, 381 Seiten

'She is Emily, Emily Marchionne: my life and my joy' in the book there are two interwoven stories between autobiography and romantic and dramatic tale. With an important message. In the first story we find Simone De Rosi, a sensitive guy, a dreamer who believes in love. Funny, dramatic situations are created around him that will change his life. In the course of the story he will fall by Emily Marchionne. In the second story appears Giorgio, a quiet boy, who was also a dreamer, who hopes to meet his rematch in love. It will cross the passions of protagonists, projects for the music, all narrated by a particular place and a particular person, which intrudes into the plots of the stories; to make sure everything goes the right way, but comes to terms with himself.
The novel deals with various issues. It's an autobiography, in fact there are events in the two stories actually lived, but also fictitious events. It's psychological because enters the hard 'Pathology' of bipolar disorder, a shadow that falls on people that is really hard to pinpoint and then 'treat'. More generally it's romantic, because the love story of the characters is crucial in the evolution of the latter. And of course is dramatic because it happen get very sad, that disrupt the lives of the protagonists. Can easily identify with them because the author is a young man who has tried the emotions and experiences that for better or worse we all lived. What dumbfounding, in a good way, is that reading page after page we ask ourselves what message or shall we say the moral of the text. Probably each of us will do a different effect. Curiosity will push to read line after line, devouring every word.

PUBLISHER: TEKTIME

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Masoni, Lisa

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The trip had served something from the start, I was nostalgic about returning, and when we stopped for hours to get other passengers up there, a blonde girl sat down near to me with a university book. At first I did not have a chance, but later, with the excuse of the falling pencil on the floor, a chat came out. I found out that her boyfriend was in Florence and that she was going to him because she had not seen him for a long time and she was excited to re-embrace him while I was there but I was trying to solve something but it was only the beginning of end. "Is everything alright? Have you settled down? "My mother said on the phone. "Of course, all right! But what is that background confusion? "I sadly asked. "We're celebrating your brother's birthday." "But you're a whore, but can I go and do you celebrate him?" I said with a knock. "Come on, when you come back there will be another time off." "Okay, I miss you so much ...". "Let's talk about it when you come back, hello hello." "Hello Mom".   I was thinking, looking at the ceiling of my room, that perhaps I would have had a party rather than escape for a while and I was struggling with myself to find out the wisest answer to my question. When I finished my exile, I got back and I wanted to solve it but when I tried it it was all out of my mind: I had proved not to be a good person running away. She refused me, there was another happiness and I found myself even worse than before. It took time before reconstructing but piece after piece I managed to recompense and to be even better than I was before. But I lost the only person I ever loved in my life. If that night instead of looking her sleeping, I told her the truth of the love of her, today could I find myself in another situation? I just think my silence is costly enough to run away. I admit that I'm not a genius but at least, thanking to this situation, I met a person I did not even know existed: that person was me. The days passed and there was a kind of magic inside me, I felt different, my self-esteem grew and I was going to transform myself into a man with hairs scattered around the body, some muscle and a stomach. But what made me happy with me was the way I was thinking with my heart and not with my head. The years passed but, in addition to the usual drinks at the bar with friends and some girl passing, nothing was happening. So it was time to turn my life. One day as I went to work, the radio was talking about a band competition and the winner of the first prize would have had the opportunity to fly to New York and the opportunity to create a record with the most important record company. The idea excited me, so after work I went to Axel's house to tell him the news. I had a cover band called "Park In Bloom", we were three and on the drum there was Luca nicknamed the "bend-man". I never knew someone like him so good with the battery and also always I thought that he did not have a bone structure. I was at the guitar and Roberto, nicknamed “Axel” was the voice and the bass, because of his voice similar to that of the famous singer Axel Rose. In short, we were fine to hear and think, why not try?   "Axel did you hear ...?" He interrupted me. "I've heard of the band competition where you win a sparkling trip to the Big Apple and a contract with the most important record company where you will probably make big bills," he continued. "Let's try it!" I said feverishly. "You know how many are present!" He replied "Certainly the chances are quite low ...". "Fuck," Axel said, "if we win it would be like going to a tobacconist and winning the scratch and win!" "Well, we have to talk to Luca too. It will be the vote to tell us whether to participate or not. " "Alright then". So I called Luca with some urgency and when he reached Axel's house I told him the matter and the moment to vote arrived. So, evaluating the pros and cons, the evaluation ended with two yes and one no. "Well, you voted for the yes. What song do we present now? "Axel asked at that point. "Well, a heavy message to America with American Idiot?" Luca suggested, "I think this is our business card, we should make an almost perfect interpretation by changing some things, I mean it." "Talking about the idiotic American we will hit the whole nation in pride! Great move, Lu! "I said, beating Luca a five. "Eh, American Idiot! But we will not win, "Axel said unconcernedly "You are a touch of living jerky pork," Luca exclaimed. At the end we decided everything, certainly we did not want to twist the song but we wanted to give it a touch, an Italian touch. We wanted to hit the American pride and this made me happy. We were burdensome for the business and we were doing nothing but testing. In the middle each of us had his own to do but despite this we could always find the hours that would be enough to try. The days became shorter, the auditions were at the door and we were number 227. I was nervous about it already, I was very scary, and there were too many two in my mind for my tastes. And then the 27th, that recurring number I tried to play but nothing, in that case it never wanted to get out, the coward. I'm telling you why the 27th is such an annoying but important number for me, easy to understand: that day was when I met the girl who had upset my pro-ageing life. It was funny to believe that close to 7 there was always that number I had never done well in loving relationships. Since our roads have split up, I find the 27 everywhere and that day I found it on the radio at 8am and 30am. "Hello radio listeners here from Sordy radio! The sun shines in the city, a temperature of 27 degrees and now we start with the good radio melody of Sordy: hit 50! "The speaker began. I was already shaken when, in November, just that day there was a warm of Virgin and, look at the case, out there were 27 degrees. I was saying, "Why not 28 or 26, I'm always fucking 27!" I thought that morning I had already been pretty banged by fate when, one kilometre from work plus the time to find parking at number 50 of the Sordy hits, there was Pieces of Sum 41. "No, you can not do this!" I found myself talking to the radio. "If you believe it is in my soul, I have said all the words I know, just to see if they have shown, that I'm trying to make you understand, that I'm best alone" this phrase was my favourite and that was what I was thinking really when I was finished in the black period, because unfortunately I no longer recognized my own. So just that morning, after finishing work, I would have to go to the trials to communicate what was turning to my head. Maybe the news to the kids would not have liked it. "Load boys!" Said cheerful Luca. "Let's try now that I have to leave tonight earlier," Axel replied. But from now on I came up with a mix of questions and affirmations: "Boys, if besides" American Idiot "did we even bring Pieces? I sing it, without problems " "But did you drug? There is not much time left next, you go! "Luca reminding. Axel, already sceptical, had now lost every hope. "But are you back? Let me see, little girl, "he said ironically. "Bitch starts to sing," I said dryly. At the end I tried to talk to the guys and remember how their faces were very different. But as I was moving I got a message on the cellphone, so I opened it and it was a videotape of Luca and Axel where they sang the piece of the song they knew I loved. Finally they told me that it was okay but I had to keep the covenant of singing it. Needless to tell you how happy I was, I had a week to prepare it well: we did not have to win but to overcome, that was our motto. Motivations count.   So the fate came and we set off at 5am. We would have to arrive at 9am to Bologna because at 11am the auditions started but, as usual, we delayed because of too many stops at the auto grill. So, with an hour of delay from the expected time, we arrived and we went back to the palace where there was an endless row to catch the number and then wait for our turn. Taken the number 227, the boys attacked it on my chest, they said that it was wearing good but I did not believe it. During the waiting while everyone was playing out to spend time and laughed, Luca could not help but laugh at some of the strange subjects and their outfits. "No, guys, look at them there as they are dressed! They look like clowns! " In short, Luca had it for everyone, and his great defect was that, in addition to laughing loudly, he indicated. "Come on, do not point! What do we do? "I said, hiding behind my hand. Meanwhile, Axel had become agitated,he had changed colour and his face had become white. So to calm him down he lit a nice cigarette and made breathing exercises. The numbers passed and we had a great desire to perform, it was 15 am and we had not touched food when ... "Please forward number 227". And then Axel and Luca jumped all excited, so I took them before I entered and in circles I made the talk to put more gas in their bodies: "We are not here to win but to overcome!" So we went in and front of us there were three judges who in the meantime explained the rules. "Well guys, are you ...?" "Good afternoon! We are Parks in Bloom, I'm Giorgio and I play the electric guitar, he's Roberto called "Axel" and he, the drummer, is Luca, "I spoke as a...