Léger comme le vent qui danse dans les arbres

Danse pour retrouver l'amour et la folie
Danse pour éblouir ton âme qui s'ennuie

Danse tant que tu peux danser
Danse autour de la terre
Pour ne plus porter sur ton dos
La mort et la misère

Et tu verras jaillir les sources souterraines
Et les torrents de joie qui coulent dans tes veines

Georges Moustaki

"bene!, Gucci è la mia marca preferita!"

...ed è questa la risposta che mi sento dare da un ventenne genovese questo pomeriggio, dopo avergli riferito che la grande azienda del made in italy si è recentemente impegnata a non importare pellami provenienti da fenomeni di deforestazione in Amazzonia.

io ovviamente già m'immaginavo una bella e consistente adesione a greenpeace da parte del giovane...

illusa!

- Vuoi allora sostenere greenpeace?
- Ma... sono troppi soldi... sai, sono ancora a casa coi miei... alla mia famiglia non piace spendere soldi per queste cose!


certo, ovvio... non pecchiamo d'ottimismo, nè d'altruismo!

non sia mai

http://www.greenpeace.org/italy/news/vittoria-foreste-amazzonia

Human rights refer to the "basic rights and freedoms to which all humans are entitled."

If homosexuality is a disease, let's all call in queer to work:
'Hello. Can't work today, still queer.'

Robin Tyler






I am, tonight, a bit pessimistic, and angry: tired of their indifference, ignorance, greed and cruelty.
wtf.

Not Emo Enough (Skunk Anansie Rock!)

i am just a rock'n'roll girl who thinks dari is a language.
sign the petition, dull mtv kid!


Lalla: "Ma come fanno [gli spettatori] a fare proprio tutto quello che gli chiedono dal palco?"
Jappy: "Lalla, è la MTV Generation!"


http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dari - pagina di disambiguazione




pic by Simy

cuando no tenga ni fé

Esos ojos argentinos
tan profundos y acogedores
estuve mirando esta noche otra vez

No estoy sola,
pensamientos de libertad me acompañan
como músicos
caminando en la noche

Sonrisas alegres
se mezclan con una luna de plata,
que desde lejos
va aclarando tu cuerpo
aferrado a mis sueños.

3.13 La poésie est une pipe

L'objet de la poésie deviendrait une
connaissance des secrets de l'univers
qui nous permettrait d'agir sur les éléments.

[The aim of poetry would become acquiring familiarity with the secrets of the universe allowing us to act upon the elements]

magritte


...e quando non ci sentiamo un po' poeti, e poetesse???

lost in the supermarket

La alienación/1

ALLÁ en los años mozos, fui cajero de banco.
Recuerdo, entre los clientes, a un fabricante de camisas. El gerente del banco le renovaba los préstamos por pura piedad. El pobre camisero vivía en perpetua zozobra. Sus camisas no estaban mal, pero nadie las compraba.
Una noche, el camisero fue visitado por un ángel. Al amanecer, cuando despertó, estaba iluminado. Se levantó de un salto.
Lo primero que hizo fue cambiar el nombre de su empresa, que pasó a llamarse Uruguay Sociedad Anónima, patriótico título cuyas siglas son: U.S.A. Lo segundo que hizo fue pegar en los cuellos de sus camisas una etiqueta que decía, y no mentía: Made in U.S.A. Lo tercero que hizo fue vender camisas a lo loco. Y lo cuarto que hizo fue pagar lo que debía y ganar mucho dinero.

da El libro de los abrazos, Eduardo Galeano



nota: in coda alla cassa del supermercato mi diletto spesso ad osservare -con non poco rammarico- le abitudini consumeristiche dei miei concittadini; poi qui in Italia è anche l'unico modo per dare un senso alla fila, chissà perché, sempre lunghissima.

bordes, mujeres y nervios

one of the good things about being a woman is finding great excuses to feel depressed once a month ;P

some time sittin' on a sofa, sparkles of emotions smashing out of you

Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river
You can hear the boats go by
You can spend the night beside her
And you know that she's half crazy
But that's why you want to be there
And she feeds you tea and oranges
That come all the way from China
And just when you mean to tell her
That you have no love to give her
Then she gets you on her wavelength
And she lets the river answer
That you've always been her lover
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that she will trust you
For you've touched her perfect body with your mind.

And Jesus was a sailor
When he walked upon the water
And he spent a long time watching
From his lonely wooden tower
And when he knew for certain
Only drowning men could see him
He said all men will be sailors then
Until the sea shall free them
But he himself was broken
Long before the sky would open
Forsaken, almost human
He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone
And you want to travel with him
And you want to travel blind
And you think maybe you'll trust him
For he's touched your perfect body with his mind.

Now Suzanne takes your hand
And she leads you to the river
She is wearing rags and feathers
From salvation army counters
And the sun pours down like honey
On our lady of the harbour
And she shows you where to look
Among the garbage and the flowers
There are heroes in the seaweed
There are children in the morning
They are leaning out for love
And they will lean that way forever
While Suzanne holds the mirror
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that she will trust you
For she's touched your perfect body with her mind

Leonard Cohen

allora facciamoci male. frenetiche ossessioni.

What to say, to make you come again?
Come back to me again
And play your sad guitar
Don't you remember you told me
You loved me baby?
You said you'd be coming back
This way again baby



trascinante dolcezza venuta a travolgere le nostre soffocanti malinconie, lascia che il ricordo ondeggi soave fra l'amarezza dei miei pensieri, e svanisca poi nella distratta confusione della mia memoria