You never know when the bridge falls apart

giovedì 8 giugno 2017

Boys are dying on these streets.

"You're not there, now you're always here" - RIP Chris Cornell

lunedì 22 maggio 2017

"You're a prince, you're a snare, you're a shadow

You're twilight and star burn and shade

You're a sage, you're a wound shared, you're masked

You're a pillar of smoke, you're a platinum heart

You're a brush fire, you're caged, you're free

You're vision pierces, you do not see

You are pieces strewn on the hillside

You're open armed, you're armed, you're true

You're a revealer of visions, you're the passenger, you're a never fading scar

You're twilight and star burn and shade

You're the secret veiled, you're the secret revealed, you're surrounded no more

You're not there, now you're always here

Youre a handsome groom, a loving father, a haunted stairwell

You're the clear bell ringing, the mountains echo your song

Maybe no one has ever known you

You are twilight and star burn and shade"

[Poem by Tom Morello for his friend and band mate Chris Cornell]

You remained turned away, turning further every day

giovedì 4 maggio 2017

The world has turned and left me here
Just where I was before you appeared
And in your place an empty space
Has filled the void behind my face

I talked for hours to your wallet photograph
And you just listened
You laughed enchanted by my intellect
Or maybe you didn't 

Più che l'anno della crescita, ci vorrebbe l'anno dell'attezione

L'immagine può contenere: sMS

Franco Arminio, poeta e paesologo


giovedì 20 aprile 2017

"Mentira la tristeza
Cuando empieza
Mentira no se va"


giovedì 6 aprile 2017
L'immagine può contenere: cielo, oceano, nuvola, crepuscolo, spazio all'aperto, natura e acqua
Goa, India. Riposa in pace.

 Felice l'uomo che ha raggiunto il porto,
Che lascia dietro di sè mari e tempeste,
I cui sogni sono morti o mai nati,
E siede a bere all'osteria di Brema,
Presso al camino, ed ha buona pace.
Felice l'uomo come una fiamma spenta,
Felice l'uomo come sabbia d'estuario,
Che ha deposto il carico e si è tersa la fronte,
E riposa al margine del cammino.
Non teme né spera né aspetta,
Ma guarda fisso il sole che tramonta.

Primo Levi

The golden eternity - Jack Kerouac

domenica 12 marzo 2017
Risultati immagini per golden landscape italy
I have lots of things to teach you now, in case we ever meet, concerning the message that was transmitted to me under a pine tree in North Carolina on a cold winter moonlit night. It said that Nothing Ever Happened, so don’t worry. It’s all like a dream. Everything is ecstasy, inside. We just don’t know it because of our thinking-minds. But in our true blissful essence of mind is known that everything is alright forever and forever and forever. Close your eyes, let your hands and nerve-ends drop, stop breathing for 3 seconds, listen to the silence inside the illusion of the world, and you will remember the lesson you forgot, which was taught in immense milky way soft cloud innumerable worlds long ago and not even at all. It is all one vast awakened thing. I call it the golden eternity. It is perfect.
Jack Kerouac, The Portable Jack Kerouac

Ren Hang RIP ~ 任航。。。让他的灵魂安息

sabato 25 febbraio 2017


Ho comprato un coltello
possiamo condividerlo.
Se non mi amerai più
ti ucciderò.
Se non ti amerò più
mi ucciderai]

(Traduzione di Cecilia Attanasio)


GV in Rome

domenica 5 febbraio 2017

How to meditate - Jack Kerouac

lunedì 16 gennaio 2017


— lights out —

fall, hands a-clasped, into instantaneous
ecstasy like a shot of heroin or morphine,
the gland inside of my brain discharging
the good glad fluid (Holy Fluid) as
I hap-down and hold all my body parts
down to a deadstop trance — Healing
all my sicknesses — erasing all — not
even the shred of a “I-hope-you” or a
Loony Balloon left in it, but the mind
blank, serene, thoughtless. When a thought
comes a-springing from afar with its held-
forth figure of image, you spoof it out,
you spuff it out, you fake it, and
it fades, and thought never comes — and
with joy you realize for the first time
“Thinking’s just like not thinking —
So I don’t have to think

Jack Kerouac

诗歌对中国污染 ~ Poesia contro l'inquinamento cinese

venerdì 6 gennaio 2017
L'immagine può contenere: una o più persone, persone in piedi, oceano e spazio all'aperto


Poesia di Yang Lian: 

Per il sangue di Lei Yang sarà difficile fare giustizia, 
il mare di nebbia come una malattia galleggia nell'aria, 
bocca, naso, cuore e anima sono tutti intasati, 
un miliardo di anime inquinate ormai non si possono più chiamare persone. 

Fonte: Facebook, traduzione di Lavinia Benedetti