'Round and round we spin, with feet of lead and wings of tin.'
(Kurt Vonnegut - Cat's Cradle)
venerdì 30 settembre 2016
lunedì 19 settembre 2016
Tomorrow Never Knows (The Beatles - Revolver - 1966)
Turn off your mind, relax and float down stream
It is not dying, it is not dying
Lay down all thoughts, surrender to the void
It is shining, it is shining
That you may see the meaning of within
It is being, it is being
That love is all and love is everyone
It is knowing, it is knowing
That ignorance and hate may mourn the dead
It is believing, it is believing
But listen to the color of your dreams
It is not living, it is not living
Or play the game existence to the end
Of the beginning, of the beginning
Of the beginning, of the beginning
It is not dying, it is not dying
Lay down all thoughts, surrender to the void
It is shining, it is shining
That you may see the meaning of within
It is being, it is being
That love is all and love is everyone
It is knowing, it is knowing
That ignorance and hate may mourn the dead
It is believing, it is believing
But listen to the color of your dreams
It is not living, it is not living
Or play the game existence to the end
Of the beginning, of the beginning
Of the beginning, of the beginning
venerdì 16 settembre 2016
Cesare Pavese - Il Pesciolino Rosso
"Un piccolo pesce rosso
s’aggira stanco nel cristallo limpido,
sospeso a mezz’acqua,
coi grandi occhi stupiti.
La mia anima ora
è un abisso dell’oceano
dove tutte le scosse più profonde
tacitamente muoiono.
Nel gran gelido amaro
paiono e passano paurosamente
fosforescenti brividi.
La mia anima è un abisso
tutto striato di febbri.
L’immensità del buio
la soffoca di silenzio.
Il pesce rosso ora
s’agita nel cristallo
e a tratti viene a sbattervi
coi grandi occhi stupiti”.
giovedì 8 settembre 2016
martedì 6 settembre 2016
lunedì 5 settembre 2016
sabato 3 settembre 2016
September Song (Kurt Weill/Maxwell Anderson)
When I was a young man courting the girls
I played me a waiting game
If a maid refused me with tossing curls, oh
I let the old earth, take a couple of whirls
While I plied her with tears in place of pearls
and as time came around she came my way
As time came around she came
For it's a long-long while
from May to December
And the days grow short
when you reach September
And I have lost my teeth
and I'm walking in the little rain
Hey honey, I haven't got the time
for any waiting game
And the days turn to gold
as they grow few
September
November
And these few golden days
I'd like to spend them with you
These golden days
I'd like to spend them with you
And the days dwindle down
to a precious few
September
November
And I'm not quite equipped
for these waiting games
I have a little money
and I've had a little pain
And these few golden days
as the days grow so few
These golden days
I'd like to spend them with you
These precious golden days
I'd like to spend them with you
September song
September song
September song
September song
I played me a waiting game
If a maid refused me with tossing curls, oh
I let the old earth, take a couple of whirls
While I plied her with tears in place of pearls
and as time came around she came my way
As time came around she came
For it's a long-long while
from May to December
And the days grow short
when you reach September
And I have lost my teeth
and I'm walking in the little rain
Hey honey, I haven't got the time
for any waiting game
And the days turn to gold
as they grow few
September
November
And these few golden days
I'd like to spend them with you
These golden days
I'd like to spend them with you
And the days dwindle down
to a precious few
September
November
And I'm not quite equipped
for these waiting games
I have a little money
and I've had a little pain
And these few golden days
as the days grow so few
These golden days
I'd like to spend them with you
These precious golden days
I'd like to spend them with you
September song
September song
September song
September song
