I am the last of the dreamers
Dear Mina, While there was a funeral for Pino Daniele, thieves broke into the door of his house in Tuscany. Business never stops. Flabbergasted
Let’s pretend they were two, three four, I don’t know, admirers of Pino Daniele’s pure talent. Let’s pretend that they just wanted to “take” a tangible memento of their idol, believing they were not hurting anyone. It is better to think of it this way because all other eventualities are so vile, filthy and indecent that they do not want to belong to the same race as the perpetrators of this disgusting and dishonorable act. Hello, Flabbergasted. Me more than you, my friend.
The island to come
If I am not mistaken, “The Island of the Famous” (from Jan. 26 on Channel5 ed.) was passionate about you. Will you follow it this year? I do, but with some bitterness: I wonder why Simona Ventura doesn’t host it. It’s like being in Naples without being able to enjoy pizza, isn’t it? I heard that Ventura found nothing better than Agon Channel, while the usual people regretted her on “X Factor” after criticizing her for years. Even if I watch “Quelli che il calcio” I feel something is missing. A loving hug. Mario
Hi, Mario, of course I will follow “The Island of the Famous.” I don’t know anything about this edition. I had heard some names of possible participants to lose my mind with amusement. Unfortunately, I don’t think any of those will accept the invitation. Too bad. We will do with what we have. Hello, handsome.
Thoughts of revenge
I studied Quasimodo in high school a few years ago. What would you write today? The same things. That we are always the stone and sling people. In Paris, everywhere, within us. Julia91
The attack on “Charlie ebdo” confronted me with the need to control the desire for revenge that erupts, unstoppable, in my heart in cases like these. Revenge does not appeal to me and does not belong to me. I do not attend it. I don’t want my nature to change. I don’t want to be made worse by anything. I’m trying hard not to let it happen, but it’s so hard.
Loving thoughts
I have written to you many times, but to no avail. It’s true, who knows how many letters you will receive, and my loving thoughts toward you couldn’t care less. You know I once thought of you coming up to me and saying, “Will you take me for a walk? Shall we have a cup of coffee?” My mother tells me I’m out of my mind! A kiss dear Mina, with complete affection and admiration, Francesca
Don’t believe, sweet Francesca. Of your affections I care. Why shouldn’t it? It nourishes more loving thought than a hundred kilograms of beef tenderloin. Not to mention the soul that without “caresses” might even shrivel up and die. Thank you, thank you very much.
How wonderful!
I am the last of the dreamers and I opened a children’s bookstore, in a quiet place in Rome in the middle of the green, where not a soul passes by and where no one knows I have opened. But I undaunted organize events, creative workshops, parties, and someone sometimes comes and sometimes doesn’t. But I am in love with my little, much-needed bookstore, because being able to be next to all these children is a great privilege for me: they give me their pure world, I give them a little bit of my wacky life made up of music, theater and a lot of imagination. Mina can you help me make myself known? My bookstore is called The Wonder… Giorgia Bassano
What a wonderful thing you have done, Giorgia. Bravo. Such a pure “dream” would deserve great success. Girls, Roman moms; let’s lend a hand to this brave madwoman. A book is always the best gift.
Vanity Special There’s Mina For You of January 21, 2015 Becoming a doctor at 42? I envy you
Dear Mina, My dream from a young age was to become a doctor, to save as many lives as possible. Unfortunately, life itself, has given me quite a few surprises. But I don’t give up and decided, at 42, to enroll in medical school. I would like to know how you feel about it. A big and strong kiss Luca
Yes, Luca, yes. How envious! He thinks that I wanted to apply for medical school when I was 36 years old. What a pity not to have done it. You don’t know how much I regretted it. Perfect decision, yours. And even more perfect motivation. Bravo. Let me know. Kiss.
Vanity Special There’s Mina For You of Jan. 28, 2015 Francesca’s letters (and my couch)
Dear Mina, I just wish you would give me a signal, along the lines of, “Yes, Francesca, I know it’s you, don’t worry, I know you exist and I love you.” No, but don’t answer me just like that. I mean, tell me whatever you want, insult me, I don’t know: tell me I’m a pain in the ass, but please tell me something! I feel unimaginable admiration for you. I just wish you would let me know that you know. Please, that is all I ask. A little response after many emails I sent you. And now I imagine you writing to me from an old desk, cigarette in one hand and pen in the other. Kiss, kiss, kiss, once again . Francesca Osso
But hello, Francesca. Here I am for you. I read them all, your letters. Needless to say, I receive a lot of them and a good portion of them I cannot publish as a matter of space. My sweet friend, you imagine me writing my answers on an old desk, cigarette in one hand and pen in the other. No, honey. No desk and, most importantly, no pen. I write, of course, at the computer, sitting on a couch with two pillows for support. It must be my rotten age that made you think I was using a pen. D’oca, maybe… Hi, honey. Hugs to you.
