Real Name: Serena Montesarchio Country: Italy Other nicknames: I'm also known over the net as ChildOfTheSea (on deviantART, for example )
-Queen Of Paranoia
-Sort of journalist (I write in a couple of webzines)
-Sort of illustrator (long time I don't publish anything, though)
-Sort of guitarist (searching for a band)
-Art Student
-Music maniac
-Internet addict
-Books lover
That's me
Music: my first inspiration! Love any kind of music, but '80s Hard Rock/Heavy Metal is my favourite genre. I like a lot of bands, Queen & W.A.S.P. above all! Then Scorpions, Sonata Arctica, Queensryche, Alice Cooper, Twisted Sister, Iron Maiden and many others Films: A.I. Artificial Intelligence, The Crow, Ghostbusters, Hook, Gremlins, 1997: Escape From New York, Conan The Barbarian, Hellraiser and... well, can't remember them all I'm a Disney lover, too. Books: Love fantasy and horror stories! Terry Pratchett, Neil Gaiman and Stephen King are some of my favourite authors. And J.K. Rowling, the first love can't be forgotten.
Just something to update my journal, really
It's one of my favourites Queen songs!
'39
In the year of thirty-nine
Assembled here the volunteers
In the days when lands were few
Here the ship sailed out into the blue and sunny morn
The sweetest sight ever seen
And the night followed day
And the story tellers say
That the score brave souls inside
For many a lonely day sailed across the milky seas
Never looked back never feared never cried
Don't you hear my call
Though you're many years away
Don't you hear me calling you
Write your letters in the sand
For the day I'll take your hand
In the land that our grand-children knew
In the year of thirty-nine
Came a ship from the blue
The volunteers came home that day
And they bring good news
Of a world so newly born
Though their hearts so heavily weigh
For the earth is old and grey
Little darlin' we'll away
But my love this cannot be
Oh so many years have gone
Though I'm older but a year
Your mothers eyes from your eyes cry to me
Don't you hear my call
Though you're many years away
Don't you hear me calling you
Write your letters in the sand
For the day I'll take your hand
In the land that our grand-children knew
Don't you hear my call
Though you're many years away
Don't you hear me calling you
All your letters in the sand
Cannot heal me like your hand
For my life still ahead pity me