But love does not mean social networking
Dear Mina, how are you? Has your leg, injured last year, healed? Walking around Milan, an idea came to me. Sometimes in the city you meet guys playing on the street or in the subway, and some are really good. They play famous pieces or songs of their own. I thought, how great would it be if Mina were to make a record with these talents found on the street. There is a lot of creativity, sometimes even poetry. That’s it, that’s all. Fifteen songs found on the street. Kind regards, Andrea
What do you say? It’s been a year-I had broken my ligament on Dec. 26, plus I had a fever of 40. What is called a good Christmas party. But do you know that’s a really cool idea that you suggested? Finding songs and, more importantly, songwriters will be difficult. But I want to try. Thank you for the suggestion. Bye, a kiss.
A day in Viareggio
It is not easy to find the right words to communicate to you how dear you are to me. I was in Viareggio on the day of your last concert. I was 12 years old and I remember your face on the billboards: you seemed to smile at me all the way down the road I was traveling. And I envied those who could see you that night as well as hear you. Your voice, your words, as you say them, only you, have the ability to bring out the best in me, even when I am very sad. You are like a dear friend. I miss you. You know what I believe? Eventually, when we are all “up there” or “over there,” I am sure someone will ask you to sing. Even the saints need to dream, and no angel can do it as well as you do. A hug as big as the planet. Joseph
Sweetest Joseph, assuming there is an “up there” or a “down there” it will be better for this little Cremonese singer to keep quiet when she gets there. There are people around there to make your wrists shake. And the list is endless. Great. We will listen, you and I. Do you want to?
Happy New Year from the heart
Hello my friend, how are you doing over there? Our beloved cold weather has finally arrived. I see everywhere, people with scarves longer than your braid. As we talk, soft clouds of vapor escape from our mouths and condense into the sky, reaching even those we carry in our hearts and are on clouds or in a faraway place. Last night a little cloud escaped me and I blew it hard for it to reach a dear distant friend of mine. You should find it on your window pane! It says, “My friend, Happy New Year wishes with heart and soul.” I love you, your Valentine
Thank you for the good wishes, honey. But most of all, thank you for your willingness to see life through the life preserver of poetry. You are mine, Valentine.
Dreaming of “Pretty woman”
I am an 18-year-old girl and consider myself a mess. I feel like a five and a half: enough but not enough. At my age one thinks about love and all its nuances, so why do I detest this feeling? In my opinion, there is no longer love among my peers. We love out of fear of being alone. Today’s love is all about expanding the relationship on social networks. We use love to brag. Why do movies and books portray a love that can never exist? To delude ourselves and hope that the man we love will show up like Richard Gere in front of our house with a bouquet of flowers “Pretty Woman” style? Why continue to delude ourselves? Big kiss. Lis
You ask why you should continue to delude yourself. It is simple. Because you can’t rule anything out. Anything, anything can happen. Especially what you think is impossible. Come on, Lis. I embrace you, my friend.
Vanity Special There’s Mina For You Jan. 19, 2015 Dear Ivo, Thank you for your courage
Dear Mina, I have been singing since I was a child, now I am 17 years old and I tend to sing in public, although with terrible shame, but with a lot of passion. I often interpret your “And then.” Everyone tells me that I perform it very well and they have me sing it often, despite being a male voice. Only, afterwards, I feel terribly guilty toward you. Why do you think this reaction? Ivo Nisticò
I don’t understand the reason for your reaction. I consider the fact that you sing a piece of mine a tribute to the author, of course, but also to me. And I thank you. I wish you that your passion will not fade. It will be a great company. Best. And it will be for life. Hello, Ivo, I send you a kiss.
