Every time I visit my blog you can not help but to notice how many days 31 October, thanks to the banner of the countdown that I installed.
For those who have not figured it comes to Halloween.
- Aulin?
- No, no, aunt, Halloween.
- Darwin?
I are completely obsessed, and is not a recent thing, always have been.
And now the critical part here:
- Halloween I do not feel it at all, is not a party that belongs to us and I do not represent anything.
It 's true?
We leeches traditions of others?
We are also one step away from celebrating Thanksgiving or Hanukkah?
Our traditions non ci bastano più?
Se giriamo un pochino in città, notiamo le vetrine tingersi di arancione come quelle persone che mangiano troppe carote tanto da colorarsi la pelle. Le zucche fanno capolino ovunque e alcune famiglie hanno preso l'abitudine di intagliarne addirittura una vera (lo ammetto, sono colpevole).
E' tutto una grande messa in scena? Qualcosa di non necessario? Una grande burla architettata dai negozianti per farci comprare bottigliette di sangue finto da farci colare dalla bocca e atteggiarsi durante un festino a casa con i propri amici?
When I was little, and I speak two or three years, I loved to sit in front of the TV lounge, watching a videotape of Nightmare Before Christmas. For those who did not understand what I'm talking about click on the picture of Jack Skellington and fill this gap.
I did not know anything about the film, it was still too complicated for a 3 year old child. Moreover, one must add the fact that I was and is a very emotional person. Just to let you know, I lost sleep for one night I saw the poster of the movie Hostel. Not to mention the time I saw the entire publication of "Saw." But when looked at that Tim Burton's masterpiece, I'm not scared at all. I was fascinated to distraction. Everything about Halloween has always fascinated me since a child.
artificial blood, fake cobwebs, masks, cardboard, plastic knives, pointed ears with silicone, felt spiders that hang from the ceiling and nail with witch glitter.
Probably Halloween offers our fears of childhood, and even today, making them appear patently false.
A celebration becomes a frightening feast reassuring.
If you can take the piss out of the clown that eats children by a puppet of him hanging in a toy store, the fears dissolve like smoke from the mouthpiece of Audrey Hepburn (Halloween costume chosen by a friend of mine this year).
And if Halloween was something that was missing, instead of a whore American that we have acquired passively?
not know about you but I will draw a happy face on my pumpkin. This year promises great!
programs that you have for 31?
Have a very creepy and frightening week!