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May 23, 2015

I'd Like to Teach the World to Sing ...


I'd like to build the world a home
And furnish it with love
Grow apple trees and honey bees
And snow white turtle doves



Seen. Heard. Loved. Understood. Appreciated. As probably the best TV series that I have ever seen puts it in its last episode (but not only there) these are the things that people – broken or “normal” – keep on searching in their roads.

It's been a long time since I wanted to write about Mad Men, but there are too many things to be said and felt about this TV series. I think that Life is not a simple story where happiness means a home with a child and a wife in it + a successful career, but maybe it’s simply about what you feel inside yourself: the haunted wounds from within, the wars with yourself, the culture and the time when you are born. I also believe that there are different ways to watch it: from a surface level, where we see only the adventures of some characters, judging their lives, from a historical and cultural point of view – an image of (the) America(n) dream, from a psychological perspective, or from a personal point, from Person to Person.
"My name's Leonard and I don't know if there's anything that complicated about me. And so I should be happier, I guess.[…] But I've never been interesting to anybody. I, m-- I work in an office. People walk right by me. I know they don't see me. And I go home and I watch my wife and my kids. They don't look up when I sit down.
[…] It's like no one cares that I'm gone. They should love me. I mean, maybe they do, but I don't even know what it is. You spend your whole life thinking you're not getting it, people aren't giving it to you. Then you realize they're trying and you don't even know what it is.
[…] I had a dream I was on a shelf in the refrigerator. Someone closes the door and the light goes off, and I know everybody's out there eating.
And then they open the door and you see them smiling. And they're happy to see you, but maybe they don't look right at you, and maybe they don't pick you. And then the door closes again. The light goes off."

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