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Humans

Vi inventate false memorie per ricordarvi la vita che avreste voluto avere.

on a loop

I must admit

I can't explain

Any of these thoughts racing

through my brain

It's true

Baby, I'm howlin' for you

There's something wrong

with this plot

The actors here

have not got

a clue

Baby, I'm howlin' for you

Mockingbird,

Can't you see?

Little girl's

got a hold on me

like glue

Baby, I'm howlin' for you

Throw the ball

to the stick

Swing and miss and a

catcher's mitt

Strike two

Baby, I'm howlin' for you

Coma Empirico

                   

Coma Empirico

X

We have to accept our life

Embrace change 

‘Cause nothing stay the same

Search for our peace of mind

Leaving all the bad things behind

Learn, love and never hate

Accept that we are the only variable 

that needs

 to be 

calculate

R.I.P.

to the Great Barrier Reef

In March 2017, the journal Nature published a paper showing that huge sections of a 500-mile stretch in the northern part of the reef had died in the course of 2016 due to high water temperatures, an event that the authors put down to the effects of global climate change.

http://www.nature.com/nature/journal/v543/n7645/full/nature21707.html

Pity

"Miserable people love to make other people miserable.
I don't hate them, I just feel sorry for them."
-Brandi Glanville

The Human Abstract - William Blake

Pity would be no more

If we did not make somebody Poor;

And Mercy no more could be

If all were as happy as we.

And mutual fear brings peace,

Till the selfish loves increase:

Then Cruelty knits a snare,

And spreads his baits with care.

He sits down with holy fears,

And waters the ground with tears;

Then Humility takes its root

Underneath his foot.

Soon spreads the dismal shade

Of Mystery over his head;

And the Caterpillar an the Fly

Feed on the Mystery.

And it bears the fruit of Deceit,

Ruddy and sweet to eat;

And the Raven his nest has made

In its thickest shade.

The Gods of the earth and sea

Sought thro' Nature to find this Tree;

But their search was all in vain:

There grows one in the Human Brain.

XIII

I crossed a man with no face

a thousand years

All his memoirs

went with the wind, they say

left no scars, left no trace

I stared at him in the eyes

he glanced me back

You should have to see them

dead inside and pitch black

Man, they were cold like ice

Oh, he’s coming

He’s coming for all of us, you know?

It’s hard to believe, but it’s true

At some point in this life you have to let it go

‘cause the next one could be you

Calm and forceful

as he is first and last

He walked towards me 

and it was clear

Don’t be scared, my dear

Don’t you dare, don’t you dare to have fear

At the crossroad he said

with raven voice and dark sight 

“Baby, it’s worthless fight

Don’t run, don’t even try

the only thing left you to do

is... to die.”

Oh he’s coming

He’s coming for all of us, rest assured

Are you worried, even if his being is pure?

Oh, he’s coming

He’s coming for all of us, you know?

It’s hard to believe, but it's true

At some point in this life you have to let it go

because the next one could be you

the next one could be you

the next one could be you

H. R. Giger

Oggi sono andata a vedere una piccola mostra di un vero genio, Hans Ruedi Giger, il padre del surrealismo biomeccanico che poi ha ispirato, molti anni dopo, Ridley Scott (Giger ha fatto soldi solo con la collaborazione in Alien che gli è valsa l'oscar nel 1980!). Mi sono lasciata trascinare in questo mondo oscuro, restando completamente affascinata da un artista che fino a poco tempo fa conoscevo solo di nome, e probabilmente il trip di questa esperienza echeggerà nelle settimane a venire. Un incubo nell'incubo, ispirato da un animo straordinariamente sensibile di un cervello sotto acidi.
In ogni caso mi ha fatto pensare a come ogni forma di arte influenzi la mia vita e la mia crescita personale. Ogni. Forma.
Poiché vedo arte ovunque guardi o tenda l'orecchio; ogni suono può diventare musica e una pennellata, un'opera. L'arte spazia da quella di strada all'espressività che Caravaggio conferisce ai volti, dalle canzoni dei Pink Floyd a quelle di Ludovico Einaudi. Bisogna solo imparare ad ascoltare veramente e non solo udire, osservare da diverse prospettive, senza limitarsi a vedere e basta. 
E così l'ispirazione è sempre dietro l'angolo per ognuno di noi. 

Roy: I've done questionable things.

Tyrell: Also extraordinary things. Revel in your time!

Roy: Nothing the god of biomechanics wouldn't let you in heaven for.

(From "Blade Runner")

Boundaries

"I understand now that boundaries between noise and sound are conventions. All boundaries are conventions, waiting to be transcended. One may transcend any convention if only one can first conceive of doing so. Moments like this, I can feel your heart beating as clearly as I feel my own, and I know that separation is an illusion. My life extends far beyond the limitations of me."

- from "Cloud Atlas"

Goddess

“What it is a Goddess?
A woman who is in the process of learning to know, accept and love herself on all levels: mind, body and spirit. A woman who, because she focuses on personal growth and self awareness, experiences a life increasingly filled with peace, love, joy, passion and fun. A woman that understands that she has unlimited capacity to make her life anything she wants. A woman who is inspired to give, to those around her, a sense of gratitude and abundance.”

-Anonymous

Enlightenment

"Enlightenment means taking full responsibility for your life." 

- William Blake

Question Mark

What are you dreaming about tonight?
There’s something hiding in plain sight
infinite distance tied in a love knot
but how will you connect the dots?

You keep asking yourself
what's the thing that breaks the boundaries of time?
Our bodies perfectly melted together
How could that be a crime?

So many questions
spinning in your head
Is it just the power of suggestion?
Oh, dance with me
and forget all of this
There's no answer for the unable to find
the heaven’s peace in his mind

What did you dream last night?
Blue, red, flesh and sweat,
you keep seeing all of it
How will you erase it from your mind?

Finding home in each other’s arms
How much time it would last?
Your head against my heart
Is this affection, love or lust?

So many questions
revolving in my head
Is it just my projection?
Oh, come with me
and forget all of this
There will be no answer for us
not until we'll be apart

Oh, come with me
Oh, come to me
and forget all of this

Oh, come to me
and forget all of this

In-to

Into her loving arms

my darkness found itself

And I will never feel truly alone

'cause there will always be a place

I could call home

Freedom

"Freedom and love go together.
Love is not a reaction. If I love you because you love me, that is mere trade, a thing to be bought in the market; it is not love. To love is not to ask anything in return, not even to feel that you are giving something — and it is only such love that can know freedom."

 (Jiddu Krishnamurti)

Once upon a time

He was a wolf to my eyes
now he's a dog on a leash
too short, so tight

He’s messed up 
on his knees
covered with dust
a pale shadow
of what he used to be

Once he shined at first sight
a flame who burned up 
too quickly, so bright

Lost, roaming 
without a destination
Blind, ‘cause he can’t see
it’s not the solution to hide 
the fall of the beast

He was noble and I was proud
Then he bent, he bowed
now a domesticated pet
too weak, so wretched

Dogs and wolves don’t mix
because to the first 
the dare to be wild
the courage to rise
it doesn’t fit

Cursed

"Some girls are full of heartache 

and poetry 

and those are the kind of girls

who try to save wolves

instead 

of running away from them."

-N. Gill

Howling

Blowing off your mind

like I did a billion times

Shake this blue out

step up from the ground

stars above us

touching hearts

take my hand

and hold it tight

hold it tight

Our piece of heaven in this world

it's all our beasts are searching for

Secretly seeking for a pack

who could take away our bad luck

these silent nights

only the moon shines

howling together

until the sunrise

until the sunrise

41

Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits,
When I am sometime absent from thy heart,
Thy beauty and thy years full well befits,
For still temptation follows where thou art.
Gentle thou art, and therefore to be won,
Beauteous thou art, therefore to be assailed.
And when a woman woos, what woman's son
Will sourly leave her till he have prevailed?
Ay me! but yet thou mightst my seat forbear,
And chide thy beauty and thy straying youth,
Who lead thee in their riot even there
Where thou art forced to break a twofold truth:
   Hers, by thy beauty tempting her to thee,
   Thine, by thy beauty being false to me.


-William Shakespeare, Sonnets