Massimo Sangalli: the swing between fame and life

We are talking about a foreign world where the USA were the absolute protagonists, a world, however, that was only shown in the USA in the magazines dedicated to celebrities: it is the post-dolce vita Rome, which follows the Rome – Dolce Vita, so called, because brilliantly depicted by my mentor Federico Fellini in his famous film of the same name. 

We are in 1995 in Rome. The poets, the writers, the filmmakers, the global stars all frequent the literary café “Caffè Greco” and the night clubs. My friend Prince Egon Von Furstenberg, who introduced me to Joan Crawford in NYC, and I were leaving the famous Jackie O’ nightclub, in homage to Jackie Onassis, with a group of movie stars to continue the night at “Gilda”, another famous nightclub dedicated to Rita Hayworth, owned by my friend Giancarlo Bornigia. Wild dancing with songs by Corona, Cher, Haddaway and a group of fans around their idol took up all our space. The idol was the adolescent star of photo stories, the fascinating Massimo Sangalli, accompanied by Doriana Bianchi, the favorite actress of movie director Marco Ferreri.

I called the director of Gilda, my friend Angelo Ciccio Nizzo, to calm down Sangalli’s fans and to have some space for us to dance too. I met Sangalli and Doriana Bianchi, we started dancing together, but we also started a friendship that never ended. With the great poet Dario Bellezza, a pupil of Pasolini, we were working on a big show, based on the novel by Dario Bellezza: “Turbamento” about Pasolini. I invited Sangalli and the Italian star Sebastiano Somma to act with me. It was a great success for Sangalli in his theatrical debut and then he became internationally famous. Sangalli is currently starring in “Music in the Forest” by Roberto Lippolis with Nastassja Kinski, John Savage, Cassandra Gava, Vincent Spano, soon to be released.

In Lippolis’ film, set in the Second World War, Sangalli plays Zigmund, a Jewish poet. Both female and male beauty in the world of cinema is certainly important, since it is the easiest road to fame, which, however, survives only if you have talent and gradually put aside roles based on the beauty of physical appearance and often superficial, to interpret psychologically complex and profound roles, as in the case of Sangalli. Of course, the world of fashion, especially in Italy and France, opens the doors to perfect bodies and enchanting faces and so Massimo Sangalli has participated in events of the famous fashion designer Anton Giulio Grande. He is the testimonial for “Angel” by Dolce & Gabbana. He has been photographed by Helmut Newton, Louis Vidal, Carlo Bellicampi, Dario Plozzer, working in cinema with prestigious directors such as Tinto Brass, Pupi Avati, George Lucas and others.

Sangalli will soon be in an Italian-Californian film about Pirandello and in an interesting film written by Hollywood authors, based on the transition between the era of communication without the internet and with the internet. Cinema continues to be an important reference for all of us to improve ourselves, but I fear that it will continue to always be based on “fame” which for Hannah Montana by Michael Poryes, instead falls to second place, since life reconquers the first. https://synchchaos.com/?s=Poryes&submit=Search . 

A difficult swing for those who, like Sangalli, face this aspect on a daily basis.

The past is easy in my breath without you,
My day turned into a dark night.
Longing roamed the garden of the heart,
My night is passing without finding you.

Writing poetry, searching the heart,
Let’s remember the past.
He wears the lamp of regret,
crying is stupid.

I will pour my heart out to you and empty the sack,
Don’t let my feelings go to waste.
I smile, like a mountain next to me
You – be my root, let me live.

***
Comfort the beloved heart,
Deceive that you will come.
I’ll just stick to it
We will also go to the tulip field.

The heavens know that I miss you,
Rain falls from his forehead.
Patience tested on my shoulder
A vein is shooting deep..

My heart goes out to you,
Get over the longings.
Maybe today, maybe tomorrow
Break the barriers.

***
You are my eyes in love
I saw my love in your eyes.
Do not drown in my tears
I will reach out to you

My smiling faces
It was like a desert without water.
Every minute without you
It looked like distant Venus.

My heart is broken, my heart is sick
I look for you in myself, wow!
Give me your identity
My heart is beating, I hear it!

I’m leaving

Let the night wear a black veil,
I will drown from the burden of sins.
From the cares of a false world
Sometimes I don’t know, I choke.

Whom did you envy, weak heart,
I will tear my face for you.
It’s hard for guilt to be revealed, eh, woah
The face is broken. I will pass through the gates.

A day when the reward of sin is measured
No one collects merit in time.
I’m going, they’re gone, they’re gone
No one can fit into this mortal world.

Tuliyeva Sarvinoz
Uzbekistan.
Born on November 8, 1999.
Graduated from Alisher Navoi Tashkent State University of Uzbek Language and Literature (2023).
The winner of the state award named after Zulfia (2019).
Participant of the Zomin workshop of young artists (2019)

She is the author of the poetry books “Song of Peace”, “I am a Girl of Truth”, “Morning Poem”. Author of the creative collection “Nurli Izlar”. About 100 creative works have been published in republican and foreign newspapers and magazines. His creative works and articles have been published in Russia, Turkey, Germany, USA, Kenya, Great Britain. Teacher of native language and literature at Shaikhontohur District Vocational School, Tashkent.

Devotion to Art — The Path to Victory

On the international success of Laziza Sherzodbek qizi Usmonova
Today, the youth of Uzbekistan are achieving great heights not only in science, but also in art, sports, and many other fields, proudly representing our nation on the international stage. It is particularly heartening to see a growing number of talented students in children’s music schools gaining recognition.

Among such gifted individuals, Laziza Sherzodbek qizi Usmonova holds a special place. She is a 6th-grade student at the Piano Department of the Andijan City Children’s School of Music and Art No. 1. With her deep love for art, dedication, and hard work, she has achieved numerous successes.

Recently, Laziza won first place at the prestigious international competition-festival “AD LIBITUM” held in our country. This victory is the result of her thorough preparation, stage confidence, and deep focus on music. All evaluation criteria of the festival confirmed her well-developed performance skills.

Laziza was admitted to the music school in 2019, and over the years, she has participated in many events and competitions at school, city, regional, and national levels. Each of her performances has captured the attention of audiences and judges. Throughout her creative journey, she has been awarded several top prizes at both national and international festivals.

Her musical education and creative development have been significantly influenced by her class teacher and mentor, Lyudmila Vasilevna Ogay. Her teacher’s guidance, pedagogical approach, and patience have become important pillars in Laziza’s artistic journey.
It is also worth noting that Laziza’s achievements are deeply supported by family love, care, and encouragement. In particular, the conditions created by her grandmother, Nodira Jabborova, play a vital role in nurturing Laziza’s musical education and realizing her creative potential.

Currently, Laziza is successfully continuing her studies both at the music school and in her general education school. Additionally, she is paying special attention to learning foreign languages — an important step toward becoming a well-rounded individual.
As part of the competition, Laziza had the unique opportunity to perform on the stage of the renowned Organ Hall of the State Conservatory. Performing in such a venue is a dream for any young artist. Therefore, sincere gratitude is extended to the organizers of the competition and to all those who are opening the path of artistic growth for the younger generation.

Undoubtedly, talented youths like Laziza are the result of the ongoing reforms in the art sector in our country. Their accomplishments are a source of pride not only for themselves, but for our entire nation.
We look forward to seeing many more achievements from Laziza Usmonova in the future. We are confident that her musical path will be bright and that through her art, she will continue to elevate Uzbekistan’s name on the international stage.

Nozima Gofurova is a student of Uzbekistan Journalism and Mass Communication University.

you’re not real 

do you remember the night that you told me

i look like how saffron flowers taste

dancing on your tongue and coating your fingertips in a red golden hue

like the color if we set the world on fire

we were laying in that one hammock

in the backyard of that one party (i don’t remember who threw it)

and it was dark

so i don’t know how you could’ve seen me 

with only the moonlight and a shot of tequila to help you perceive more clearly

maybe you thought you could save me

or maybe i thought you could save me

either way

you made me believe arson could be beautiful and 

saffron mixed with tequila wouldn’t taste so bad together

both bitter, both burning, but in the end 

something you either hate or love

do you remember that night as clearly as i do

where we dreamed of setting the world ablaze (metaphorically speaking)

and you matched my warmth

all i could think was that

you’re not real

as you covered my torso

with the blanket the host gave

(october chills are no joke)

i could see the kindness in your smile

and the understanding in your touch

i liked how you didn’t want me to be cold

(even though I loved my outfit and didn’t want you do cover it up)

you kept holding my hands and kissing them

like they were actual saffron

to try and get its medicinal properties to seep into your skin

and hopefully infuse me into you. 

that night was the first i realized

there’s no way i won’t be consumed by you. 

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but not concerned

drifting at sea

lost, but not concerned

i once got lost in the

woods as a child

my father debated if

he should actually go

find me

he never did

i came back forty five

minutes later unscathed

my mother hug me

i gave my father

the finger

my hopes are to one day

piss on his grave and then

get on a boat to nowhere

and actually enjoy a few

minutes before i die

i picture a drink with

an umbrella in it

a black woman over by

the pool that is disgusted

with my appearance

some reggae playing

in the distance

and suddenly all those

spanish classes i took in

high school are coming

in handy

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the proverbial ditch

as the rain starts yet again

i dream of a soft angel

waiting for me to rest

in her arms

nearing death as fast as i

can but no one seems to

care about anything other

than their bottom line

this is what happens when

the criminals get elected to

run the country into the

proverbial ditch

bring on the natural disasters

and some fucker will be

busy playing golf

and here we settle on the

margins of life, lucky to

have a roof, food, a vehicle

that still runs

i think they are making

meth across the street

taxes must be due

if the sewers start to back

up i wonder where the

animals will go

too late to fix that hole

in the garage door

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here come the rainbows

torture

the haunted souls

of galveston

rename the water

and think it changes

everything

soon, another hurricane

more souls devoured

but the rich can move

at will

the poor are like

an anchor

the only reason society

doesn’t split in two

here come the rainbows

confetti

and old cheerleader

catches your eye

funny how two old

souls can always find

time for a needle

love is agony most days

the pure ache of what

could have been

heroin kisses at three

in the morning is life

asking a question

the dawn will provide

the answer

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fighting to breathe

picture the demon

that resides inside

of you fighting

to breathe

longing for a soul

to hold and care

for

human nature gets

the better of all

of us

we tend to be

useless in these

matters

the heart wants

what it can’t

have

the soul has

given up long

ago

one tap of the

vein to get ready

two taps to find

a new god

you never hear

the stories of

when the drugs

work for someone

that doesn’t fit

their narrative

not much does

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the baseball cards are collecting dust

seek out a professional when the

thoughts of suicide become too

much to handle

i highly doubt the professional

is going to talk me down if i get

to that stage

now, maybe if she has stunning

eyes and can make me laugh at

all the wrong times there might

be a chance

some karma g love thing happening

i suppose

out here chasing ghosts

pondering death and debt

the baseball cards are collecting

dust

every dream has been shattered,

archived in my soul for use

when i really need to bring

myself down

my own worst enemy tucks me

in every night

reaches for the towel when the

other brain finds a release

rinse and repeat

a homeless guy told me once

if you don’t have love, all you

have is shit

took too many years to find

the bottom of that fucking

truth

J.J. Campbell (1976 – ?) is trapped in the suburbs, waiting to die. He’s been widely published over the years, most recently at Horror Sleaze Trash, The Dope Fiend Daily, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, The Beatnik Cowboy and Yellow Mama. Rumor has it he might have a new book coming out soon. You can find him most days on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. (https://evildelights.blogspot.com)