a shadow looking for its Sun.
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.
Sunday, 26 July 2015
A kiss of Light and Darkness
a shadow looking for its Sun.
The Big Fraud of Gender Theory #3
At this is point you could start thinking that Evolutionary Humanism, even in its extreme view, probably wasn't completely or wasn't at all wrong... The only difference is between to label a tendency as acceptable or as a deviance, thus acting in consequence.
Friday, 24 July 2015
Just a little scar
The all process had been quite painful, particularly because any time the doctor started shouting he couldn't avoid to move the needle, which was well plunged in my arm. At the end of it I dared to ask to him: "Why did I feel more pain while you were stitching me than when I cut myself with the chainsaw?" Missing the irony in my words the doctor answered pure and sure: "Because the chainsaw is sharper that the needle!" Yes, sure. Mannagghia chi t'e' muerto... Dialectical expression meaning "Damned your dead". Not a really nice expression. Especially towards someone who just finished to treat your wound. But still...
In the following years I cut myself two times more, once in a foot with the chainsaw, and once the tip of a finger with a tool similar to a machete. Both times I just put the flapping piece of flesh back to its original position and fixed it in my own. I didn't wish to waste doctors' time.
PS If you're thinking that I cut myself too often... Well, gardening can be a dangerous job, you know? And who do nothing doesn't make mistakes. At least I've never cut anyone else. Till now. So, don't irritate me, okay?
Thursday, 23 July 2015
Wednesday, 22 July 2015
The Big Fraud of Gender Theory #2
Tuesday, 21 July 2015
Un covo di catanesi
Domenica ora di pranzo. Messaggio su Whatsapp di Fabio. "Etna coffee stasera?" Perche' no? Mmmh... e Sophie? Non e' che sia proprio un date, ma sono due settimane che le propongo di andare insieme da qualche parte e stasera dobbiamo vederci ad un language exchange. Viene pure una sua amica. Posso invitare anche loro all'Etna coffee? Certo! Qui si tratta di papille gustative, sempre lingua e'. Giusto. Invio un sms a Sophie, per dirle del cambio di programma. Vieni anche tu? Il Meet Up sara' li' anche domenica prossima e l'Etna coffee e'sicuramente piu' interessante. Sms perche' la ragazza... ragazza, ha 38 anni, e' quasi una vecchia... sms, dicevo, perche' Sophie ha Whatsapp, ma non si collega mai. Non che controlli gli sms molto spesso neanche, a giudicare dai tempi biblici che impiega per rispondere. Tre ore dopo mi arriva la sua risposta: "Thanks ok thanks. We are curious to see what the meet up is like. enjoy (sic) your eve .Sophie" Okay, bye bye Sophie. E bye bye amica mai vista di Sophie. Del resto la "ragazza" e' acerba come l'uva della favola. Non e' una gran perdita. Appuntamento con Fabio all' Arcade Gallery a Victoria Station.
Sunday, 19 July 2015
At the telephone
Do you think it's easy for me facing your disdain? It's in you voice, I don't imagine it.
You left long time before me. How long hadn't you given me a kiss since? Hasn't been the day I walk out that we split.
Do you blame me because I wanted to be happy?
I had another solution: I could leave you back, forgetting of your existence and let you make do in your own.
You were dragging me down, damn it! I couldn't carry on in that way.
Of course I think it's been a mistake, I don't need you telling me. But it hasn't been just mine.
No, I don't want to share the fault. I'm saying that it's something that I couldn't and can't fix in my own. There's no way I can repair it if you don't do it with me.
Sure... I see... I imagine how you feel. Think that it's not just you and me. We are not alone to receive damage by the situation.
Please, think about that.
Of course. I'll get in touch.
Take care...
Al telefono
Credi sia facile, per me, affrontare il tuo disprezzo? Lo sento nella tua voce, non me lo sto immaginando.
Tu te ne sei andata via molto prima di me. Da quanto non mi davi un bacio? Non e' stato il giorno che io ho lasciato casa che noi ci siamo separati.
E vuoi farmi una colpa del fatto che volessi essere felice?
Certo che avevo un'altra soluzione, potevo lasciarti definitivamente indietro, dimenticarmi della tua esistenza e lasciare che tu ti arrangiassi da sola.
Mi stavi portando a fondo, dannazione! Non avevo piu' le forze di andare avanti in quel modo.
Ovviamente penso sia stato un errore, non ho bisogno che me lo dica tu. Ma non e' stato solo mio.
No, non voglio ripartire la colpa. Sto dicendo che non e' qualcosa che potevo o possa sistemare da solo. Non c'e' alcun modo di riaggiustare le cose se tu non vuoi farlo con me.
Certo... capisco... immagino come ti faccia sentire la cosa. Pensa solo che non ci siamo solo io e te. E che non siamo i soli a ricevere danno da questa situazione.
Per favore, pensaci.
Si', certo. Ci sentiamo.
Ciao...
Oscillo sul mio mondo
Ho perso il mio controllo
In equilibrio sul rasoio
Io resisto fino in fondo
Ma Barcollo Barcollo
Oscillo sul mio mondo
Non m’arrendo e non crollo
Resto in sella fino in fondo…
Quanto costa un grammo di libertà?
Di prender colpi e difenderci
Siamo i campioni del mondo
From shadows to shades
Nel buio il silenzio respira lieve, e solo il silenzio rispondera' alle tue domande, perche' e' inutile continuare a spiegare a chi ancora non ha capito. Preghiere apriranno ferite asciutte nella carne dell'anima, nella solitudine di un tempo che ha perso tutte le motivazioni per continuare a scorrere. Il punto di ancoraggio si e' spezzato lasciando infine la Luna fuggire, questa fuga tanto desiderata, e dove il Sole non e' capace di scaldare i suoni si fanno flebili e le ombre si mischiano con le ombre e divengono tenebra, perdendo il corpo che le proietta.
Siedo nel buio.
In attesa.
I turned the light off and murdered the dawn, for I'm more at ease in the dark. In the dark you cannot see my emotions, these dreadful emotions which you seem not capable to bear. You believed me sweet but I turned out to be bitter, a man with no pretensions disclosed demanding: I compel people to feel guilty because they don't give me what I don't ask and drive them to desire giving me all that I don't want from them. A too weak man who ends up always breaking the woman standing aside him if she's not the strongest one.
In the dark the silence breathes softly, and only the silence will answer to your questions, for it's useless keeping to explain to who hasn't understood yet. Preys will open dry wounds on the tender flesh of the soul, in the solitude of a time which has lost all the motivations for keeping to flow. The anchorage is finally broken, letting the Moon to fly away, such a craved escape, and where the Sun is not able to warm up the sounds become feeble and shadows become shades turning in darkness, loosing the body which casts them.
I sit in the dark.
Awaiting.
Saturday, 18 July 2015
Friday, 17 July 2015
Silencing the Lambs
Monday, 13 July 2015
I was drawn by your grace
Down by the river, I was drawn by your grace
Into tempest of oblivion and to the lovers-place
I was stuck in a puddle, full of tears and unwise
Dark doings now I know, that we've paid unlike
Honey I know, hey when we walked arm in arm
I felt like we can throw away the falseness of our past
And I know too it's been the hardest days for you
Let's throw them out the window
That's what those lovers do
Down by the river, I was drawn by your grace
Into tempest of oblivion and to the lovers-place
I was stuck in a puddle, full of tears and unwise
Dark doings now I know, that we've paid unlike
Honey I know, hey when we walked arm in arm
I felt like we can throw away the falseness of our past
And I know too it's been the hardest days for you
Let's throw them out the window
That's what those lovers do
Ooh, down by river
Ooh, down by river
Ooh, down by river
Ooh, down by river
Down by the river, I was drawn by your grace
Into tempest of oblivion and to the lovers-place
I was stuck in a puddle, full of tears and unwise
Dark doings now I know, that we've paid unlike
Honey I know, hey when we walked arm in arm
I felt like we can throw away the falseness of our past
And I know too it''s been the hardest days for you
Let's throw them out the window
That's what those lovers do
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Patience or comprehension?
Difficilmente una donna dara' comprensione al suo uomo. Otterrai tanta pazienza, questo e' certo, ma la comprensione e' una moneta con cui raramente una donna ti ripaghera'. Una donna sara' paziente, nell'attesa e speranza di poter cambiare il suo uomo, per il meglio o per il peggio; ma accordare comprensione implicherebbe l'accettazione della natura e dei bisogni del partner, l'accettazione che il volerlo cambiare non e' sempre la cosa migliore o giusta da fare. Anche quella donna che dimostra comprensione sta molto spesso elargendo solo la sua pazienza, perche' accettare la natura del partner non significa averla compresa, gettando in questo modo le basi per la fine della loro relazione come se innescasse una bomba ad orologeria.
Sunday, 12 July 2015
The last words
So I'll use my voice...
But it's so cold and I don't know where
I brought you daffodils in a pretty string
But they won't flower like they did last spring
And I wanna kiss you, make you feel alright
I'm just so tired to share my nights
I wanna cry and I wanna love
But all my tears have been used up
On another love, another love
All my tears have been used up
On another love, another love
All my tears have been used up
On another love, another love
All my tears have been used up
And if somebody hurts you, I wanna fight
But my hands been broken, one too many times
So I'll use my voice, I'll be so fucking rude
Words they always win, but I know I'll lose
And I'd sing a song, that'd be just ours
But I sang 'em all to another heart
And I wanna cry I wanna learn to love
But all my tears have been used up
On another love, another love
All my tears have been used up
On another love, another love
All my tears have been used up
On another love, another love
All my tears have been used up
I wanna sing a song, that'd be just ours
But I sang 'em all to another heart
And I wanna cry, I wanna fall in love
But all my tears have been used up
On another love, another love
All my tears have been used up
On another love, another love
All my tears have been used up
On another love, another love
All my tears have been used up
Le ultime parole
Saturday, 11 July 2015
There's always something under the skin...
These wounds they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real
Consuming, confusing
This lack of self-control I fear is never ending
Controlling. I can't seem...
[Bridge:]
To find myself again
My walls are closing in
(without a sense of confidence and I'm convinced that there's just too much pressure to take)
I've felt this way before
So insecure
[Chorus]
Discomfort endlessly has pulled itself upon me
Distracting, reacting
Against my will I stand beside my own reflection
It's haunting how I can't seem...
[Bridge]
[Chorus]
[Chorus]
There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface consuming,
Confusing what is real.
This lack of self-control I fear is never ending controlling,
Confusing what is real.
Thursday, 9 July 2015
Paradox
Wednesday, 8 July 2015
Shards of conversation
Frammenti di conversazione
Le donne
Too stubborn and too proud to admit it, women are once again prisoners of themselves. Caught in a freedom that they don't know how to use but that think must be use whatever the cost. And they use that freedom against the men, the world and against themselves, refusing to surrender in love in a totally manly attitude, letting the years to flow in a delay for something to come that even them don't know what it could be.
Monday, 6 July 2015
Little faggots' sadistic games
Giochi sadici tra piccoli frocetti
Thursday, 2 July 2015
Un due e tre/il TTIP vien per te...
UN VIDEO FINORA INEDITO IN ITALIA SVELA LE VERE CONSEGUENZE DEL TTIP: UNIAMOCI CONTRO LA SVENDITA DELLA NOSTRA DEMOCRAZIA!L’Ue sta per siglare con gli Stati Uniti il famigerato TTIP, il Trattato transatlantico sul commercio e gli investimenti: un accordo che abolirà le barriere poste a tutela della salute, dell’ambiente, dei contribuenti e dell’economia reale. Il M5S sta combattendo contro l’approvazione del Trattato, ma anche in Germania moltissimi cittadini sono allarmati per questo negoziato. Lo dimostra il video, di cui il M5S Alto Adige ha curato la traduzione, che svela le nefaste conseguenze del TTIP per la democrazia. Il filmato, ancora inedito in Italia, sta spopolando nella patria della Merkel: la Cancelliera non rappresenta gli interessi dei cittadini ma dei grandi gruppi economici e finanziari. Dobbiamo coalizzarci come popolo in Europa per farla diventare una comunità, facciamo controinformazione e massa critica per riprenderci la nostra sovranità!
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