Batsceba
new year...
so, let's hope this extended present is a good one for everyone, my friends.
che questo presente esteso sia per tutti un buon anno, amici miei.
peace and love
interrompere la colonna sonora del blog ;)
FREEDOM IS JUST A SEASON
Autumn finally has come.
Its cold and damp
And Life goes on.
My dear friend,
All I want to say is
All is quiet on the Western Front.
Every river tells a secret
A silver whisper in your ear.
My friend, memories shall grow dim
And water on your lips will taste like beer.
Some people really live the life
I dreamt about as a child.
They buy a house, sit on the porch
And day by day they just grow old.
Every river tells a secret
A silver whisper in your ear.
My friend, memories shall grow dim
And water on your lips will taste like beer.
My dear friend, another Winter
Is to fall down upon our shoulders.
I wanna be home for Xmas
To tell my wife she is my Life.
And Ill love her til the end of the World.
Looking in your eyes I see two pearls.
I hold your hands and touch your Soul.
Please, dont die while Im away.
Please, dont die while Im awake.
Please, dont die while Im on my way
Home.
REUTERS/Baz Ratner
Carri armati israeliani al confine con la Striscia di Gaza, il 31 dicembre 2008.
New Year's Eve Prayer
You, my love, are allowed to forget
About the Christmas you just spent stressed out in your parents house.
You, my love, are allowed to shed
The weight of all the years before, like bad disco clothes,
Save them for a night of dancing, stoned with you lover.
You, my love, are allowed to let yourself drown
Every night in bottomless wild and naked symbolic dreams.
You, my love, in sleep can unlock
Your youth and your most terrifying magic and dreamings for the courageous.
You, my love, are allowed to grab my guitar
And sing me idiot love songs if you've lost your ability to speak.
Keep it down to two minutes.
You, my love, are allowed to rot and to die
And then live again, more alive and incandescent than before.
You, my love, are allowed to beat the shit out of your television.
Choke it's thoughts and corrupt its mind.
Kill! Kill! Kill! KILL The motherfucker before the song of zombiefied pain and panic and malaise and it's narrow right-winged vision and it's cheap commercial gang rape becomes the white noise of the world.
Turn about is fair play.
You, my love, are allowed to forgive and love your television.
You, my love, are allowed to speak in kisses to those around you and those up in heaven.
You, my love, are allowed to show your babies how to dance full bodied, starry eyed, audacious, supernatural and glorified.
You, my love, are allowed to suck in every single endeavor.
You, my love, are allowed to be soaked like a lovers' blanket in the New York summertime with the wonder of your own special gift.
You, my love, are allowed to receive praise,
You, my love, are allowed to have time,
You, my love, are allowed to understand,
You, my love, are allowed to love,
Woman disobey,
When little men believe,
That you, my love, are Rebellion.
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Chi sono
Nome: Batsceba Hardy
leggo, ascolto, scrivo e fotografo; non suono più. quando ho tempo pattino sul ghiaccio, arrampico, cammino, nuoto e vado in bicicletta.
ah dimenticavo: sono idealista, animista, pacifista, comunista... e per la chiesa terrorista
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Heavy Times:"Politicians, no way out
Sexy boy scouts, the internet
Skillful apes, another rape
Sausages of rage
Tennis players
Orange-flavoured eternity
Heavy times.
Shop-a-holics, work-a-holics,
The Titanic, my nickname
People wearing uniforms,
Assault rifles
Popcorn-shaped unicorns
Heavy times.
Broken hearts, windows
Widows, cigarettes,
Global warming,
Global warning
We're getting used to living
In these Heavy Times.
Exotic places, antibiotics
HIV, you & me.
Heavy times..."
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