Welcome to the moor of my mind, to the bog of my mood. In this place you'll find reflections in a shattered mirror, shadows in an autumnal day, changing dark clouds in my mind's nocturnal sky. This place is such a stuff as dreams and nightmares are made on, a journey record which gives shape to a different world. Welcome to my world.
Saturday, 25 April 2015
Sunday, 19 April 2015
Ancient Egypt's love song
Canción de Amor del antiguo Egipto.Peter Pringle es un famoso cantante y actor canadiense, experto en música de la Antigüedad. Tras varias conversaciones que mantuvimos vía Facebook, ha subido este vídeo a Youtube, una "Canción de Amor" egipcia cuya letra (extraída del "Papiro Chester Beatty") fue escrita hace más de 3000 años, y que ahora comparto con vosotros. Para la melodía, Pringle utiliza el antiquísimo "Modo Dórico", sonoridad que se ha oído en todo el Mediterráneo desde hace milenios. El instrumento es un "Djedjet", un tipo de arpa egipcia de miles de años de antigüedad. La traducción de la letra no es segura. © De la música: Peter Pringle (2012). http://www.peterpringle.com/
Posted by La Música en Tartessos y en los pueblos prerromanos de Iberia. on Tuesday, 20 November 2012
Friday, 17 April 2015
Catabasi 2
The catabasis is a ladder made of self-deceptions and illusions, which step after step takes you down to a world no more dark than the one you come from, but where perceptions blunt and everything becomes dull: the colours lose their brightness and sounds are muffled, flavours are flattened and the scheme of things eludes you. First of all the meaning of this descent, started listening to a promise which you knew couldn't be fulfilled. Maybe you are going down step by step because each step is an experience which keeps your mind busy and prevents your spirit from grieving. But your senses are confused, your sensations get consumed in few moments like a desire too long nursed and too quickly worn out; like a fire of straws, leaving not ashes, that consummated desire leaves not even the memory of the pleasure but just the longing for a new experience. It's a hunger, a craving you know you cannot satisfy: you're in peace just while living your experiences, but afterwards you discover that they leave nor marks nor real memories, just blurred images followed by no growth of your inner yourself. And in this progressive loss of meaning, the aim is forgotten, if ever you had one. All it remains is just you, only you, smaller and smaller and lessened. A child lost in the dark. But you keep descending that ladder. Maybe because each step is a different way to come to terms with the awareness that you won't be able to take back what you want.
Amore e Psiche
Amore e Psiche di Canova diventa protagonista del video di oggi. Vi ricordiamo che potete leggere tutti i nostri articoli su www.restaurars.altervista.orgPosted by RestaurArs on Tuesday, 14 April 2015
If you wait for me
then I'll come for you
Although I've travelled far
I always hold a place for you in my heart
Tuesday, 14 April 2015
Monday, 13 April 2015
Loss
Qualsiasi cosa conquistiamo, qualsiasi piacere otteniamo, ogni felicita' che troviamo, sono solo temporanei. La vita, l'universo se lo riprendono. Se non alla prima occasione, lo faranno a quella successiva. Quindi abbiamo perso in partenza, perche' non riusciremo mai a tenerci cio' che vogliamo veramente. Anzi, piu' lo desideriamo, piu' gli siamo legati e piu' disperatamente ne abbiamo bisogno, e piu' facilmente lo perderemo. E' solo la nostra vanita' che ci spinge a collezionare oggetti, circondarci di persone, sperimentare piaceri che possono essere pienamente goduti solo nella solitudine di un'anima che vive per se' stessa.
Every target we achieve, every pleasure we get, every bliss we gain are just temporary. The life, the universe will take it back. If not at the first chance, at the second one. We have lost in the beginning, because we'll never be able to keep what we want the most. The most we desire it, the most we are bound to it, the most we need it, the easiest we'll lose it. It's just our vanity which push us to collect items, surround ourselves with people, experimenting pleasures which can be fully relished just in the solitude of a soul who lives for herself.
Saturday, 11 April 2015
That strange feeling...
continually changing, because all of that doesn't change is anathema in our society, and the substance doesn't change. So it doesn't really matter. For a relaxing presence, which could be the manifestation of a boring personality? But we can get used to boredom, routine and empty repetitiveness, so immune to worries and thoughts. It wouldn't make such a big difference. It's not knowing that matters, not having the chance to know which makes the difference: is she an interesting person? her attentions were real or just a courtesy? Maybe she's engaged and couldn't be anything between us, but I will not know. Maybe it couldn't work at all, but I will not know. Maybe she wasn't really interested in me, but I will not know. That strange feeling...
Thursday, 9 April 2015
A gram of bliss
Do you want to make all the world happy? For you
a grain of mustard seed is enough. A grain of mustard
seed to move the mountains, trust me! Anyway, I don't
think you can afford the price even of a grain.
But tell me, what would you do with it?
Happiness is simple to gain:
you just need to want it.
Just stop to be negative.
so many problems?
Wednesday, 8 April 2015
Misoginia 2
Pensi che non sia vero cio' che ho scritto? La dissimulazione non e' nella natura della donna? Oh, andiamo! Ma e' cio' che fate. No, non sono ingiusto nel giudicarvi cosi'. Sto semplicemente constatando un qualcosa che e' un dato di fatto, dimostrato da secoli e secoli di comportamento femminile. Qualunque sia il piacere e la soddisfazione che un uomo possa ottenere da una donna, sono cose che paghera' a caro prezzo. Ma figurati se sono io a dire che gli uomini sono migliori! Magari siamo pure peggio, ma questo e' un problema vostro, non certo mio. Resta il fatto che, sia che l'uomo se lo meriti, sia che non se lo meriti, presto o tardi sara' colpito a tradimento dalla donna che piu' gli sta vicino. E piu' di se' le avra' dato, piu' profonda sara' la ferita nel momento in cui scoprira' che ben poco e' realmente come gli e' stato mostrato. Voi non potete evitare di ingannarci, e' solo questione di tempo perche' accada. Lo fate per rabbia, per farcela pagare, e lo fate per amore, per "proteggerci". Tu non hai mai dissimulato con me? Mica ho detto che tutte le donne ingannano me. Ho detto che tutte le donne ingannano. Ed il fatto che tu sia qui con me, ora, non implica forse il fatto che tu stia ingannando tuo marito?
La donna dai cappellini fru-fru
I would add, never trust a woman over thirty-five who is fond of mauve and pink woolly hats.