Many artists struggle producing hits and win awards after the peak of their career - getting by with their regular, loyal fan base.
However, our Laura over 25 years of career and even during covid-19 pandemic dropped a megahit like no other! Io Sí (Seen) was written originally by Diane Warren for the Netflix Sophia Loren movie called Life Ahead. Diane's collaboration with Laura had been awaiting for almost 20 years. The song went to win any major movie soundtrack award in Italy (Nastro d'argento Award) as in abroad (Golden Globes) and even being nominated for the Oscars in the spring of 2021. Again no Italian song or singing artist had achieved these merits before. The song was recorded in 5 languages (ITA, ES, FR, PT, ENG) and later released as remixed version.
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Bubbles and Stone
Summary: Aravi has a nightmare and Iosi (kinda) helps.
Some nights, I would still get nightmares from that day or that other one. My memories and Nouille's sometimes blend together like that. But every time, that evil man would be there. Everyone would be running or swimming away, but no one would ever be quick enough. He would destroy everything: burn down the houses, wreck the underwater caves, then pick off friends and neighbours one by one.
Sometimes, I wake up before the evil man gets to me. I would try to cry quietly so I wouldn’t wake up aba or dad. Sometimes, either one, or both, would notice something wrong and come hug me until I fell asleep again. Dad always gave the best hugs — they were warm like baked bread. Aba smelled like flowers and sang me sylvan songs. It made me upset to bother them like that, because they would want to know what saw in my nightmare, but back then I couldn’t explain them without explaining Nouille, and I didn’t want them to know about Nouille because they might have hated him and wanted to get rid of him…
This time, in my nightmare, I was trying to call for aba and dad. The evil man was getting closer to me, his eyes glowing, that crazy look on his face. He said, "Your parents won’t save you. They left you. They’re never coming back." And I couldn’t help but cry and cry and cry—
"Hey, hey, wake up!" a voice called out, and my eyes opened.
I was breathing hard and fast. I could also feel tears on my face. A woman crouched next to my bed, looking a bit worried. I almost thought she was aba — because of her black hair and sharp, fox-like eyes — but her eyes were green, not grey, and her mind wasn’t full of love for me like aba's. This was Iosi. She lived in the house while aba went looking for dad.
"Are you okay?" Iosi asked. "You were having a nightmare, I think."
She didn’t seem very comfortable saying this. I also didn’t want to talk about my problems to her, so I kept quiet and stared at my blanket. Aba had sewn flowers on it. It was soft and smelled good, so I wrapped it up tighter around me. The silence then stretched awkwardly for a while.
"So…" Iosi began. "Man, I’m terrible at this kind of stuff."
“Why are you awake?” I asked her telepathically.
"Oh shit! Fuck! I mean, shoot! I really need to get used to this. Uh, so I was working on new poisons and didn’t keep track of the time. Your mom has a pretty sweet setup, by the way.”
"Not my mom. They’re my aba," I corrected her.
"Alright, alright, your 'aba.' So how did that even work? Is that why you have powers?"
"Dad found me. My old parents are gone.”
"Oh. This makes wayyyy more sense."
I then asked Iosi:
"Can I watch you make poisons?"
"Don’t you need to sleep?" She raised an eyebrow.
"Aba would let me watch them make potions. I like the sounds. They’re safe sounds," I explained.
"…I see. Sure, why not. It’s not more dangerous than letting you use a knife."
Iosi stood up and walked to the kitchen. Keeping my blanket wrapped around me, I followed her.
In the kitchen, I saw a lot of glassware, tools and ingredient out on the counters everywhere.
“You need to clean up after. Aba doesn’t like messes,” I projected my thoughts to Iosi.
“I’ll clean up before they come back. It doesn’t make a difference if I do it now or later,” Iosi replied.
I frowned. Aba trusted me with taking care of the house. So I would.
“I can feel you glaring me. Man, you’re such a goody-two-shoes,” Iosi complained. “You’d think little kids wouldn’t give a shit about making a mess.”
“I’m a big girl.”
“You sure are, squirt.”
She was grinding stuff in the mortar and boiling a liquid on the side. The noises of the stone grinding against stone and small bubbles popping soothed me. If I closed my eyes and listened, I could almost imagine aba working in the kitchen and dad cuddling with me on the couch. When was the last time we had dinner together? I missed dad’s smiles and aba’s laugh, the games of hide-and-seek we played, making flower crowns in the garden and walking in the woods…
Slowly, my eyes began to prickle and my eyelids felt heavier and heavier. Right before sleep washed over me, I heard someone whispering: “Good night, squirt.”
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