Batsceba
Il video della nanna - pensiamo
lasciate morire le teorie, non gli uomini
wie wissen nicht, wir raten
non sappiamo nulla, supponiamo
Karl Popper
Il video di sabato notte - fotografie
The river where Virginia Woolf committed suicide - saratravels
interrompere la colonna sonora del blog ;)
categorie: fotografie, memoria, suicidio, youtube
save me from this world
but a tiny core of stillness in the heart
like the eye of a violet.
©2008 ~imthefuturelady
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You look like
A perfect fit
For a girl in need
Of a tourniquet
But can you, save me
Come on and, save me
If you could, save me
From the ranks of the freaks
Who suspect they could never love anyone
'Cause I can tell
You know what it's like
The long farewell
Of the hunger strike
But can you, save me
Come on and, save me
If you could, save me
From the ranks of the freaks
Who suspect they could never love anyone
You struck me down
Like Radium
Like Peter Pan or Superman
You will come to save me
C'mon and save me
If you could, save me
From the ranks of the freaks
Who suspect they could never love anyone
'Cept the freaks
Who suspect they could never love anyone
But the freaks
Who suspect they could never love anyone
Instrumental Verse 3:
C'mon and save me
Why don't you save me
If you could save me
From the ranks of the freaks
Who suspect they could never love anyone
'Cept the freaks
Except the freaks
Who suspect they could never love anyone
Except the freaks who could never love anyone
categorie: musica, poesia, lyrics, sogno, youtube
Olgostin for president!!!
grazie, perché ci fai dimenticare che oggi anche qualcun altro festeggia....
PEACE AND LOVE E CIAO!!!
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categorie: youtube, olgostin, september 29th
il video della notte - That love is the province of the brave
Try to breathe, as the world disintegrates
Just like autumn leaves, we're in for change
Holding tenderly to what remains
And all your memories, are as precious as gold
And all the honey, and the fire which you've stole
Have you running through all your red-cheeked days
Shaking loose these souls, from their sacred hiding space
Hold your heart courageously
As we walk into this dark place
Stand steadfast erect and see
That love is the province of the brave
Pushed under this expanse of bursting stars
Let this burning brightly illuminate the where we are
In this hollow that lovers' voices occupy
Let it follow that we let it free, let it fly
Breaking open the walls of this cage
Intoxicated, Oh so amazed
Much like falcons tumbling from the heights at play
Conjoined, talons engaged
Hold these hearts courageously
As we walk into this dark place
Stand steadfast beside me and see
That love is the province of the brave
x Simone :)
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categorie: musica, lyrics, amicizia, youtube
il video di sabato: Well that’s just the way it goes
Aquila nel buio Eagle in the dark
piume nelle pagine Feathers in the pages
scimmie nel mio cuore Monkeys in my heart
stanno sbattendo le loro gabbie Rattling their cages
il sogno dell'insonne
But half the world and the broken sea
Lie between you and me.
The autumn rain reverberates in the courtyard,
Beating all night against the barren stone,
The sound of useless rain in the desolate courtyard
Makes me more alone.
If you were here, if you were only here-
My blood cries out to you all night in vain
As sleepless as the rain.
©2006-2008 =witchlady750
categorie: musica, poesia, amore, lyrics, sonno, adolescenti, youtube
il video della notte - sehnsucht
When you are old and gray and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face among a crowd of stars.
W.B.Yeats
Quando tu sarai vecchia e grigia,
col capo tentennante
ed accanto al fuoco starai assonnata,
prenderai questo libro.
E lentamente lo leggerai, ricorderai sognando
dello sguardo che i tuoi occhi ebbero allora,
delle loro profonde ombre.
Di quanti amarono la grazia felice
di quei tuoi momenti
e, d'amore falso o a volte sincero,
amarono la tua bellezza.
Ma uno solo di te amò l'anima irrequieta,
uno solo allora amò le pene del volto tuo che muta.
E tu, chinandoti verso le braci, sarai un poco triste,
in un mormorio d'Amore dirai,
di come se ne volò via...
passò volando oltre il confine di questi alti monti
e per sempre poi il suo volto nascose
in una folla di stelle
(traduzione di G.L.)
Il video di lunedì: Black Heart - Calexico
wrapped with wire, tapped to the heart
can’t find no poison, now i’ve got no cure
(the) fangs are stuck inside my skin
payne county line
watching unjust claims
one man’s righteousness is another man’s
long haul, sentence carried out
long haul, counting the miles
to the four corners of the world
spring is rusted shut, (faith’s) coiled and cracked
apparitions worth their weight in gold
scratched in metal, name erodes away
hands are scarred, heart is charred
burnt though, and ashen
trip on fence post line
sifting through the remains
one man’s close pursuit is another man’s
last chance, make it through the divide
last chance, suffer the weight or get buried by this
black heart, sweeping over the land
black heart, crawling its way
to the four corners of the world
Il video della nanna - dolce notte
(by sarah mclachlan, seamus egan, and dave merenda)
I will remember you
Will you remember me?
Don’t let your life pass you by
Weep not for the memories
Remember the good times that we had?
I let them slip away from us when things got bad
How clearly I first saw you smilin’ in the sun
Wanna feel your warmth upon me, I wanna be the one
I will remember you
Will you remember me?
Don’t let your life pass you by
Weep not for the memories
I’m so tired but I can’t sleep
Standin’ on the edge of something much too deep
It’s funny how we feel so much but we cannot say a word
We are screaming inside, but we can’t be heard
But I will remember you
Will you remember me?
Don’t let your life pass you by
Weep not for the memories
I’m so afraid to love you, but more afraid to loose
Clinging to a past that doesn’t let me choose
Once there was a darkness, deep and endless night
You gave me everything you had, oh you gave me light
And I will remember you
Will you remember me?
Don’t let your life pass you by
Weep not for the memories
And I will remember you
Will you remember me?
Don’t let your life pass you by
Weep not for the memories
Weep not for the memories
categorie: musica, lyrics, youtube
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Nome: Batsceba Hardy
leggo, ascolto, scrivo e suono; 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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"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..."
Heavy times by September 29th
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" Il bambino impara a credere a un sacco di cose. Cioè impara, per esempio, ad agire secondo questa credenza. Poco alla volta, con quello che crede si costruisce un sistema e in questo sistema alcune cose sono ferme e incrollabili, altre sono più o meno mobili. Quello che è stabile, non è stabile perché sia in sé chiaro o di per sé evidente, ma perché è mantenuto tale da ciò che gli sta intorno. "
Della Certezza , L. Wittgenstein
"Organizzazioni e manifestazioni pacifiche da cui sono esclusi proprio quelli con cui si tratta di creare la pace, si risolvono in ipocrisia, presunzione compiaciuta e spreco di tempo."
Günther Anders
"La libertà non sta nello scegliere tra bianco e nero, ma nel sottrarsi a questa scelta prescritta"
Theodor W. Adorno
"Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better."
Samuel Beckett
"Da me ci sono due porte, una per entrare e una per uscire. Rigorosamente divise. Dalla porta d'ingresso non si può uscire, e da quella di uscita non si può entrare. Tutti seguono questa regola. Possono variare le modalità , ma tutti finiscono per andare via. C'è chi è andato via per sperimentare nuove possibilità , chi per risparmiare tempo. Qualcuno è morto. Fatto sta che non è rimasto nessuno. Tranne me, unico superstite. La loro assenza è sempre con me. Le loro parole, i loro respiri, i motivi canticchiati a bassa voce, aleggiano come polvere negli angoli di casa mia."
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