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Герои клипа: Люцифер Денница (Том Эллис) / Lucifer Morningstar (Tom Ellis), Хлоя Деккер (Лоурен Герман) / Chloe Decker (Lauren German).
«I fell in love with the Devil And now I'm in trouble I fell in love with the Devil I'm underneath his spell... Someone send me an angel To lend me a halo I fell in love with the Devil Please, save me from this hell...»
Made by Natalia_Phelps September, 2020 _____
Song: Avril Lavigne - I Fell in Love with the Devil
Герой клипа: Иньяцио Боскетто (Ignazio Boschetto).
«And just when I thought it couldn't get any better There you go and do it all again Hope this feeling never ends...» Made by Natalia_Phelps April, 2020 _____
Song: Lindsey Ray - You Make Me Happy
И снова путь. В душе покоя нет. Москвой сменяю я дождливый Питер. А хочется так встретить мне рассвет, Укутавшись в твой мягкий серый свитер.
Расскажет море тихо нам о странах, - Мы видели с тобой их лишь во снах. Две чашки кофе, термос, одеяло, И мои руки на твоих плечах.
Молчишь ты. Снова куришь. Понимаю. О чём задумался? Скажи мне, всё приму. В ответ я слышу - «non ti preoccupare», Плечо заботливо целую посему.
За руку тянешь, к сердцу прижимая. Так обнимать меня умеешь только ты, - Так пылко, трепетно... Лишая Мой мир с ума сводящей пустоты.
Прости за всё, я виновата, знаю. Тебе боялась стать одной из тех, Кто дружит с ярко-красною помадой, Меняя внешний облик на «успех».
Как маленький ребёнок я, ты знаешь. И лгать при всём желаньи не смогу Глазам родным - глубинам океана, Которые столь искренне люблю.
Кружу юлой. Забывшись, станет легче? Корю себя за то, что не с тобой. Не злись, молю, а обними покрепче. Твоя. Твоя и телом, и душой.
И снова путь. В душе покоя нет. Москва не для меня, другое - Питер. А хочется так встретить мне рассвет, Укутавшись в твой мягкий серый свитер.
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«Non ti preoccupare» - it. Не беспокойся.
Автор: Natalia_Phelps
[Свидетельство о публикации №119090307743]
Associations. Version 2.5.
— I don't like my mind right now Stacking up problems that are so unnecessary
I'm holding on Why is everything so heavy? Holding on So much more than I can carry
Linkin Park, «Heavy».
Герои клипа: Франческо Бароне, (Francesco Barone), Пьеро Бароне (Piero Barone) и Марияграция Бароне (Mariagrazia Barone).
«What if I'm far from home? Oh brother, I will hear you call! What if I lose it all? Oh sister, I will help you hang on! Oh! If the sky comes falling down! For you There's nothing in this world I wouldn't do...»
Made by Natalia_Phelps May 2017 _____
Runaground - Hey, brother
Герои клипа: Итальянское поп-оперное трио Il Volo: Пьеро Бароне (Piero Barone), Джанлука Джинобле (Gianluca Ginoble), Иньяцио Боскетто (Ignazio Boschetto).
«And as long as I've got my suit and tie, I'ma leave it all on the floor tonight, And you got fixed up to the nines. Let me show you a few things, All pressed up in black & white, And you're dressed in that dress I like, Love is swinging in the air tonight...»
Made by Natalia_Phelps May 2016 _____
Justin Timberlake feat. Jay-Z - Suit & Tie
Armani with Il Volo.
Герои клипа: Итальянское поп-оперное трио Il Volo: Пьеро Бароне (Piero Barone), Джанлука Джинобле (Gianluca Ginoble), Иньяцио Боскетто (Ignazio Boschetto).
«Baby you light up my world like nobody else The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed But you when smile at the ground it ain't hard to tell You don't know, oh oh You don't know you're beautiful...»
Made by Natalia_Phelps March 2017 _____
Madilyn Bailey – What Makes You Beautiful
М У З А 🎼 Подарочек Симферополю #lublue #streetart #graffiti #music #muse #муза
Music is the international language. The language of souls, hearts and bodies.
The politics is an aspect of the life, that grows the aggression, the greed, wars, the terror, the death of nature and other negative things.
In my opinion, these two terms must exist (I don't deny it), but only like parallel lines - never cross each other.
Because of that, I encourage the public to stop condemning Il Volo for their decision to be ARTISTS, who give themselves and their music to ordinary people like they are. And to say strong NO to political games and the formation of them as political puppets.
The vile example of that is well-known Eurovision, that rotted under the yoke of the politics.
Because of the politics, I lost some friends, because of the music I found new ones.
And I know what I am talking about.
NP.
«Christmas in the mountains with Il Volo». Piero Barone [English]
Author: Natalia_Phelps. Editor: Natalia_Phelps, Olga Lobova. Fandom: Il volo.
Soundtracks: Il Volo – I'll Be Home For Christmas.
I think that spending holidays with your lover is the most wonderful time. This time is especially valuable if you waited it almost for six months. Piero confidently drove a car on the long and narrow road that laid deep into the snow-covered forest. He held my hand and sang Christmas song of Il Volo’s repertoire. Thunder (Piero presented this Husky puppy on my Angel’s Day in this year) peaceably slept on my knees. I gently stroked him index and ring fingers of my right hand and was enjoyed the scenery.
A week before Christmas was a lot of snow. Seems like if Piero and I decided to walked on the forest, it was a bad idea.
“We have almost arrived.” Piero smiled. He put my hand on the stand between seats and rubbed fingers and back of the hand. “Listen, are you sure that you are not frozen? Your hands are so cold.”
“Piero,” I looked at him, “I repeat for the umpteenth time – I am not frozen.” I pointed forefinger to the temperature sensor. “Look, twenty five degrees…”
“What about legs?” He extended his right hand under the glove box, without being distracted from driving. “I feel warm.” I wearily sighed. We have travelled a great distance from Bologna to Tenno. Fatigue, pleasant Christmas songs, warm air in salon of the car, lover’s touch… All of these things brings me comfort. I fell asleep in one hour after start of our trip, but I woke up soon. Thunder bit my hands. He demanded to bring him for a walk.
Three hours later…
“We have arrived.” Piero said and parked the car near the big wooden house. It seated on a little ledge of the mountain.
“I do not believe we will spend the whole week here. Jesus.”
“Just double.” He shut off the engine, pulled the key from the ignition and got out from the car. “And yeah, you may call me just Piero.”
When I opened the door, Thunder jumped from my hands in little snowdrift. He jumped out from it and ran around the car. This unruly puppy got out of Piero way with loud barking.
“Did you mean all three?” I got out of the car smiling.
“Hey!” Piero turned on the alarm and walked to house. “What a prankster!” He picked up Thunder.
Piero hugged me when I come to them.
“You were four and a half months in the concert tour,” I desperately tried to suppress a laughter, “He missed to you…”
“And you?” Piero interrupted me.
“I missed too.” One kiss. “I missed so much.” Another kiss. “More than anyone else.” ***
We disassembled things and products for our holiday dinner. I have wanted to try mulled wine and Piero decided to made it for me. He said that did not need help and sent me in bathroom. I took a hot shower and inspected apartments. My man very meticulously choose a house.
We were in a relationship just two years and Piero wanted that our first joint Christmas was perfect. He took the responsibility for holiday table and house rent. I insisted for choose of the place for our recreation. He did not mind.
I put a jacket, took a few pillows and plaid, and went to the outdoor terrace.
One step. Another step. I saw tree tops were covered snow and snowflakes glistened under the barely warm sunshine. The frozen lake behind the trees was seen far away. The beauty of nature has fascinated me!
I threw pillows on the bench and sat down on them. I closed eyes and took a deep breath of the cool mountain air. Bliss!
There was a cotton of the door’s direction. Piero brought two white cups from which went clouds of steam.
“And where is Thunder?”
“He is frolicking at the house.” Piero nodded in the direction of the door partition. “I think he is getting ready for Olympic Games.”
“For Olympic Games?”
“Yep.” He is running around the kitchen table. All ingredients for mulled wine are ready, but now,” he pulled the one of cups to me, “coffee with soy milk and one sugar for my Snow Queen.”
“Piero!” I rebelled. “Do not call me so! I requested you.” His smile was an answer. He sat down next to me. I covered his legs with the plaid, thanked him for the treat and took the cup of coffee. A sip. “That is perfect! You will spoil me. A little more and I will go in dramatics.”
Piero drank a little coffee, leaned back in the bench and drew me to him.
“I know you and you will not to do this.”
“Why?” I lightly slapped to his side.
“Because this is not in your character.”
“Ha! What if,” I gesticulated a lot while talking but stopped. I held the cup of hot coffee in my hands and it was dangerous. “What if, theoretically, it will happen?”
Piero kept silent and looked into the distance for a little time. He took a sip of drink.
“So...” Piero thought. “Then… I will have to punish you.”
“Hmm.” I was distract by the smooth surface of coffee in which reflected sky and small part of the roof. When I pursed lips I felt the bitter aftertaste of coffee with the hint of coconut. “This is very interesting. And how will you do it?” I looked up and our eyes met.
“At first, I will bind you.”
“Ye-ah,” His sly smile did not leave me indifferent.
“At second, I will tie your eyes.”
“Wow!”
“I will shower you with kisses” He lifted edges of my jacket and pullover. I crawled when felt his frozen fingertips on my bare skin. “Your lips, your neck, your chest…” I saw on his lips like a charmed. “And when you will go made…” I closed eyes and shaky breath when he approached to my lips. The weightless touch of his lips to mine…
Suddenly there was a loud bang something glass to tiles. We turned toward the window. Thunder broke glasses for mulled wine.
“Did you leave glasses near the fireplace?”
I did not hide indignation, because such incidents happened before.
“Seems like Thunder destroyed the Triumphal hall.” Piero smiled and drew attention to me again. “A hero.”
“He has someone whose example he want to follow.” I squinted. “And you have the nerve to talking about children. I will go mad!”
“I will promise be better.”
Piero touching my chin and kiss me.
«Christmas in the mountains with Il Volo». Gianluca Ginoble [English]
Author: Natalia_Phelps. Editor: Natalia_Phelps, Olga Lobova. Fandom: Il volo.
Soundtracks: Elvis Presley – Can't Help Falling In Love; Ludovico Einaudi - Bella Notte.
Sometimes we have to forget about study. This is useful particularly for me, who loves to learn all and everything.
Gianluca has made a decision to organize our first Christmas. I did not object to him, because I had a seriously problems with exams. My future study depended on this. Gian rented house on the outskirts of Bolzano. He purchased products for the holiday table, gifts for me, for my parents and for my little sister… So, I had to agree, solve problems with exams and pack up things.
I am thankful to my man for this deluxe present. We didn’t have many time for each other because of his job and my study. And here… Two weeks. Only together.
I sat on the footstool near the black grand piano. I played melody that tried to remember using muscle memory bit and not my mind.
The note. The note. Dammit! The different note. Right. The note…
No, I did not play this musical instrument. Someday Gianluca tried to teach me to the introduction of composition “Can’t Help Falling In Love”. It was not bad, according to him. I believed him.
I was smiling to memories. I stood up and went to the fireplace, correcting my knitted sweater. I sat on the big soft sofa in front of the brick structure. I had no choice but to expect Gianluca, which make another one gift to me.
The crackling logs, warmth outgoing from the furnace and orange aroma (I assumed, with rum) in the air… It keep calm to me. If I had a little bit more time I will may plunge into a sweet slumber.
“Please, close your eyes.” I heard my lover’s voice from the kitchen.
“Is it compulsory?” I was smiling.
“Do you want to ruine the surprise?” He looked around the corner, smiling and get out of sight.
“No.”
I made myself comfortable and close eyes.
The quiet footsteps and the light perfume's trail… I flinched when I heard sound of contact the glasses stem with wooden table top.
“What are you up to?”
“Give me a one minute.”
Gianluca neatly closed my eyes wide silk ribbon that was intended for Christmas tree. He pushed the footstool to sofa and set in front of me.
“Stretch your arms forward, please.”
I obeyed and felt how another one silk ribbon wrapped my wrists.
“Tight?”
“No.”
His care gave me to grasp what an important role I played in his life. I never felt aloofness in our relationship because of fans or his work schedule. I am incredibly grateful to him.
“And now, try it.” Gianluca brought the glass to me and I touch to the edge. “Be careful. This is hot.”
I made a sip of unknown drink and felt sweet-spicy taste (I thought, there were orange and carnation). The power of alcohol, which was in this beverage, immediately went to my head.
When I pulled away from the edge of the glass I felt the sugary taste Gianluca’s lips on my lips.
The ravishing long kiss and tart drink made my head turned around. I was back to reality when Gianluca pulled back slightly from my lips.
“What do you think?”
A long pause. I licked my lips and bit my lower lip.
“Very sweet.” I lifted my head and was broadly smiling.
“Apparently, I added too much sugar.” Said sadly Gianluca and put glasses on the table.
“I don’t mean the drink.” I laughed aloud. “I mean your lips. Did you eat “Nutella”, right?”
“I can not hide anything from you.” He grinned and kissed me again, but more persistent.
We lay on the sofa after a few moments. Gianluca towered above me.
The one of his hand strongly hug me like a tiger unwilling to share the booty. He with a slight movement took off my blindfold. I open my eyes and found myself in captivity of his beauteous eyes. His eyes filled tenderness and passion.
“Why you took off the bandage?” I touched fingertips to his lips. “I thought, we will play.”
“I want you will look at me when you will be on the culminate pleasure.” He whispered.
Our lips barely touching each other. His aristocratically thin fingers touched my cheekbones and delineated my face. Gianluca takes pleasure in my body as artist, which create image of beautiful woman on canvas. He thought that acts of love are based on art, but not on wishes of satisfy own (or partner) physical needs. It is an art to give your lover an energy of life in physical contact.
Then there was the kiss in my neck turning to the bite.
Oh, my Lord!
I repent, I am not afraid to be a crazy because of love and to die in arms of my lover as in the one of beautiful myths about great love which sealed on the ancient manuscripts.
«Christmas in the mountains with Il Volo». Ignazio Boschetto [English]
Author: Natalia_Phelps. Editor: Olga Lobova. Fandom: Il volo.
Soundtracks: Train – Shake Up Christmas; Justin Bieber – Sorry; Marco Mengoni – Ad Occhi Chiusi.
I like surprises. Of course, only pretty surprises, which I will remember in my last days and thinking that my past years was not so ordinary and joyless. Ignazio ran into the kitchen. He is distract me from cooking for the holiday dinner and steal the piece of tomato for pasta. He catch me up and bring on his shoulder to the living room. I did not know what is going on. Actually, as always. Life with Ignazio Boschetto was seemed like one of the gambling – roulette. It was impossible to know what can happen in the next moment. But it was the most favorite thing I like in our relationships. He shod me, and harbor with coat. Wearing shoes on my feet and throwing on the shoulders of the jacket, we quickly headed to the car. He smiled when I asked him about what is going on and where we are going. In a car, he tied tight black bandage on my eyes. “What is this for?” “Surprise” I did hear Ignazio's languid whisper, and then he kiss me.
Curiosity dominate in my mind, but also I feel fear of suspense. After a while, I found by feel my lover's hand, which was on gear lever, and hold it.
“What are you doing?” Ignazio smiled.
“As you can guess, I hold your hand.” I answered and it seems too sharp. “Because I am scared”. “As I can remember, you said me that I am your man and you are calm with me. What are confused you now?” “Bandage.” Pause. “My eyes”. Little pause again. I am started to speak fast. “If specifically, I confused because of bandage on my eyes!” “Have patience for a little time” Ignazio laughed. “We will coming too soon”. Bandage was weak and slipped on my nose. I decided to correct it but I heard strong voice of Mr. Boschetto and take away hands. “If you will try to pull it off, I will disembark you from the car. The village is in more than twenty kilometers, so you can reach it. For four hours.” “I just correct this damn bandage!”
Silence in answer. I showed tongue, crossed my arms and turned my head to the opposite side of him.
I did not know how much time is gone from our quarrel - twenty minutes or more, maybe. I was thinking about Ignazio's sarcasm. In that moment, I was full of wish to return to the village, to our house (which he rented special for spending Christmas holiday together), get under the blanket with cup of hot latte. Even if I should to go on foot. I did not care. Distracted from my thoughts, I understand that I hear the song of Justin Bieber – Sorry in third times. Maybe, I can be more patient, of Ignazio will not to howl (yes, howl!) to this composition. I reached to CD player and turn off in a half of chorus.
“Hey, it is my favorite song!” “I know your favorite song and, believe me, it is not it,” deep breath and blow. “If I will hear your “Sorry” with Bieber again, I will crack your audio system for start and then I will beat you. I feel a headache yet.”
Ignazio smiled and then shout loud purposely: “Sorry!”
“IGNAZIO!” I beat him in forearm, but it makes him more funny.
“Okay!” He shout laughs, protected from my hits. “Silence, I promise!” *** “Last station, signorina. Please, leave a car.” Ignazio hold my hand and helped to exit.
“Can you tell me now what is going on and where are we come?” I demanded the answer.
“If you are do not stop, I will going to fold you from the bridge,” Ignazio closed the SUV's door and smiled. “It is narrow, on high altitude.” “Are you crazy?!” I screamed, hug him and hard hold the sleeves of his jacket. “You know that I am scared of altitude!” I cried.
“What happened to you? I am with you.” Quietly said Ignazio and stroked my hairs. “Come on. Do not to be afraid. I will be holding your hand.”
As always! For start, he makes me cry, and then asked “What happened to you?”
“Do not let me go, okay?” I sniffed.
“Believe me.”
Leave car behind us, Ignazio lead me. Step by step, we was close to suspense, which continue to scare me. I holding hand of my man so hard. Again and again played his “Believe me” in my mind. Believe me.
Very soon we are stopped.
“One little step forward.” I hear Ignazio’s voice, it sounds more soft (without grin), I obey. “Good. Now, close your eyes, please.”
“Bandage on my eyes is not enough for you?”
“Please.”
“Well.” Deep breath and blow.
I close my eyes and feel that bandage is pull off.
Ignazio coming close behind me, touch my ear by his nose. He kindly chuckled and carefully, like I am porcelain doll, hug my waist. “You can open your eyes.”
I was so glad and opened my eyes.
Landscape, which I see, deprive me speechless. How beautiful nature! Majestic mountains stretched into the distance hiding behind a dense veil of earthy-gray clouds. River, stretches at the base of mountain seems like thin vein, bringing life to the nature of these places in the form of clean and cool water. Dim sunlight, surprisingly, did not make the view bad.
“Now It is our world” Ignazio’s hot breath still burned my earlobe.
“I love you.” I said moving only lips, he hug me more hard. “I love you, Ignazio.” Louder. “Love you.” I make one little step forward and screaming. “I madly love you, Ignazio Boschetto!”
Konstantin Khabensky wearing the IWC watches - Moscow 22.03.2014
«...when you jumped into the lone abyss» [English]
Author: Natalia_Phelps. Editor: Natalia_Phelps, Olga Lobova. Fandom: Il volo.
Even if you have a big family, many friends and lovely job, no guarantees that you do not jump into the lone abyss every evening.
His apartment is not a place where He can hurry after job. Most likely, it is a concrete box where He can wanton away his time from end of one day’s work to start of another day’s work. Here, all the same, no one is waiting for Him.
The rare visitors – friends, brother…
The best friends – coffee, books and cigarettes. Sometimes, light intoxicating to mind alcohol.
He rarely communicates with His parents and younger sister. «Huge thanks» to His job. And it happens only with help of video calls. Although a piece of iron, filled with lots of wires, chips and stuff, is not able to give warmth, love and care. He almost lost the habit.
Lying on the sofa, covering His naked body with a thin blanket, He looks at the ceiling - white and smooth. Perfect.
Familiar male voice hears from loudspeakers. Moderate. Space. Yeah, James Blake is an excellent performer. Texts, passing through the prism of music, echoes in His heart, as well as on the walls of the spacious, devoid of an unnecessary furniture and an interior items, bedroom.
One hand bent at elbow and lays behind head, between fingers of another hand smolders the cigarette. Thin smoke thread gracefully meanders in the air like a beautiful dancer. Each bend are captivating and bewitching.
Powerful streams of cool, fresh wind from time to time bursts through the open window. The edge of posters with reproductions of few paintings world art rustles, trying to be as quiet as possible.
He makes a toke and shakes off the cigarette dross in the ashtray, standing on the edge of the sofa. Strong taste of the tobacco has always helped to distract. Not for a long time but it does not matter. The large flow of information, having subdued the mind, is burdens. They often are causes of headaches and insomnia.
Environmental problems, children’s lives, human rights, culture, art...
A long exhalation and a cloud appears before the eyes. He looks Her. Rave. Madness. She is illusion. This is axiom. The wind scatters smoke and, with it, the image of Her which He will give His body, heart and soul, someday.
Corners of the lips, flinching, congeals into a half smile.
A new toke. Ravishing. «Sweet» potion mixes with blood and flows through the veins, filling every cell of the organism.
He closes eyes and lifts the chin. A plume of smoke. Again. Slowly opens eyelids. Takes off the glasses, lays aside and grips the thumb and the index fingers bridge of the nose. Screw up one's eyes.
A deep breath. A sharp exhalation.
Physical fatigue is no less disgusting than psychological. Visit to athletic gym in plans. Tomorrow. Thinks all will pass but pain in the muscles is alleged.
The last toke and He extinguishes the cigarette, staying the ashtray on the floor near footstool of sofa. Produces smoke from mouth, lies on back. Right hand - behind the head, left hand – on solar plexus.
Notification. Message from brother:
«FR4304, Ryanair. Arrival time: Tomorrow in 11:00 PM».
Smile. He closes eyes.
It will all come out in the wash.
He knows.
But now, His apartment is not a place where He can hurry after job. Most likely, it is a concrete box where He can wanton away his time from end of one day’s work to start of another day’s work. Here, all the same, no one is waiting for Him.
Герои клипа: Итальянское поп-оперное трио Il Volo: Пьеро Бароне (Piero Barone), Джанлука Джинобле (Gianluca Ginoble), Иньяцио Боскетто (Ignazio Boschetto).
«When you're happy like a fool Let it take you over When everything is out You gotta take it in...»
Made by Natalia_Phelps November 2016 _____
OneRepublic - Good Life
