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• Sono convinta che ciò che diamo, riceviamo. Se facciamo del bene, esso ci tornerà indietro in un'altra forma e se facciamo del male, anch'esso ritornerà indietro. Sono allo stesso modo convinta che, in ogni caso, cose spiacevoli capitino anche a chi non se le merita e che a volte la fortuna bacia lo stronzo.
• Una volta non ho dormito per 30 ore.
• Da piccola, quando me lo chiedevano, dicevo che da grande volevo fare il sicario. Avevo fatto indigestione degli episodi, su videocassette VHS, di "Lone Wolf and Cub".
• Ora programmo i post, così non escono nella data che vedete. Vi sto "scrivendo dal passato".
• Quando avevo circa sei anni, mi tagliai tutti i capelli con le forbici da cucito di mia nonna mentre lei, mio nonno e mia sorella dormivano.
• Credo che se le persone spendessero meno tempo ed energia a rendere gli altri miseri e più ad arricchire se stessi, a cercare di essere umani migliori e a fare del bene, vivremmo tutti molto meglio e più felici.
• Trovo che scrivere -qualunque cosa, in qualunque lingua- sia terapeutico.
• Ora che guardo solo film e serie tv in inglese, anche senza sottotitoli, mi devo concentrare di più quando scrivo in italiano.

Una di queste affermazioni è falsa.

grain

All the things we could have done

The gifts we had, the moments gone 

Shimmering sand in the sun light

On what has been and what could might

And nothing is something no more

 and something is nothing once more

healing

When I was much younger -a child, in fact- I was very ill at the hospital. After the surgery, a doctor told me it was good I was in pain. It meant I will get better.
"Because there can be no healing without suffering" he said.

At times I'm sure he is right, but there are days I think it's just bullshit. The typical phrase people says when things are getting shittier. Like flight attendants that with a fake smile say "everything's gonna be alright" while the fucking plane is going down towards certain death for everyone on board.

From a medical point of view, I know it's true: an open wound hurts like hell, then a lot of physiological responses to the injury make the healing process a painful one, until only scar tissue remains.
But what about minds? What about chest wounds where there is no blood, the ones where your heart feels like dying and you have no more tears to shed? What about the pain of a broken dream? Is it still true? Must you suffer through healing, feel unbearable pain, in order to smile again?
Moreover, scars, of both the body and the soul, still ache years later and phantom pain always remains.

I fear the answer is that only sorrow is certain and we are all damaged goods.

Miserable

(BoJack Horseman)

I dance with them

"An artist is a creature driven by demons. He doesn't know why they choose him and he's usually too busy to wonder why."
(William Faulkner)

noxious talent

Toxic people make being miserable a form of art.
And it's the only thing they are good at.

Baby, please, don't cry

I love you, baby
I really do
That’s why it’s so hard for me
to tell you the truth

But I have to

There are things I regret
but you are none of them
Awful things that I have done
and from them I can’t run

It’s dark inside
is where my demons hide
I have a beast in disguise
and my happiness is its prize

I can’t stay with you
They keep coming after me
and will destroy you too

There are mistakes that I made
because of them now
There are rules that I have to break
but I don’t know how

If I want to stay with you
like I want to
I have to be better than this
now I am no good

There is no one to blame
and no games to be played
Lonely places far away
where I have to stay

It’s dark inside
is where my demons hide
I have a beast in disguise
and my happiness is its prize

It’s cold outside
is where are monsters in plain sight
I have a beast in disguise
and it wakes every time I lie

Baby, please, don’t cry
Baby, please, don’t cry
Baby, please, don’t cry

Sweet Sunday

Your limits

"Your effort to remain what you are is what limits you."

-The Puppet Master

To all who have committed suicide

"On Death" by John Keats

Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream,

And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by?

The transient pleasures as a vision seem,

And yet we think the greatest pain's to die.

How strange it is that man on earth should roam,

And lead a life of woe, but not forsake

His rugged path; nor dare he view alone

His future doom which is but to awake. 

Walking in your shoes

When there's so little of the moon in the sky I feel like I could die

But I haven’t tears to cry

Baby, I’m dry

So brief our joys last 

where do I start? 

Please world, make it stop 

I’m giving up 

I’m falling apart 

Oh, I’m falling apart 

The time is going slow 

everything is passing by 

 an everlasting goodbye 

The time is running low 

that’s how it goes 

When the sky is empty like tonight Seems like there’s no light 

I could give up the ghost 

to ruin what matters most 

I want to disappear and stop holding the wheel 

Please World, make it stop 

just forget about me 

just let me go 

Oh, just let me go 

Like I never be 

never was 

and never will 

I want to run away and never come back 

I can’t hold this weight 

my heart is turning gray 

I want to run away and never turn back 

I can’t hold this weight 

My heart is fucking drain

My heart is fucking drain!

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Humans

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

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"