mercoledì 30 aprile 2008

16 km/hr

martedì 29 aprile 2008

Standing In The Way of Control (we live our lives)

Your back's against the wall
There's no one home to call
You're forgetting who you are
You can't stop crying
It's part not giving in
Part trusting your friends
You do it all again and I'm not lying

Oh oh oh
Standing in the way of control
Standing in the way of control
Standing in the way of control
Standing in the way of control

I'm doing this for you
Because it's easier to lose
And it's hard to face the truth
When you think you're dying
It's part not giving in
Part trusting your friends
You do it all again but you don't stop trying

Oh oh oh
Standing in the way of control
Standing in the way of control
Standing in the way of control
Standing in the way of control

Standing in the way of control
We live our lives
Because of standing in the way of control
We will live our lives
Because of standing in the way of control
We live our lives
Because of standing in the way of control
We will live our lives, lives, lives, lives on

Your back's against the wall
There's no one home to call
You're forgetting who you are
You can't stop crying
It's part not giving in
Part trusting your friends
You do it all again, you don't stop trying

Standing in the way of control
Standing in the way of control
Standing in the way of control
Standing in the way of control
Standing in the way of control
Standing in the way of control
Standing in the way of control
Standing in the way of control

Because of standing in the way of control
Because of standing in the way of control
We will live our lives, lives, lives, lives on

mercoledì 23 aprile 2008

Non ho parole...

Backdropped by Earth's horizon and the blackness of space, the International Space Station is seen from Space Shuttle Endeavour as the two spacecraft begin their relative separation on March 24, 2008. (nasa.gov)

martedì 22 aprile 2008

The air we breathe...

Colorful view of airglow layers at earth's horizion taken by the Atlantis crew on Feb. 8, 2008. (nasa.gov)

domenica 20 aprile 2008

I don't know why

I waited 'til I saw the sun
I don't know why I didn't come
I left you by the house of fun
I don't know why I didn't come
I don't know why I didn't come

When I saw the break of day
I wished that I could fly away
Instead of kneeling in the sand
Catching teardrops in my hand

My heart is drenched in wine
But you'll be on my mind
Forever

Out across the endless sea
I would die in ecstacy
But I'll be a bag of bones
Driving down the road alone

My heart is drenched in wine
But you'll be on my mind
Forever

Something has to make you run
I don't know why I didn't come
I feel as empty as a drum
I don't know why I didn't come
I don't know why I didn't come
I don't know why I didn't come

venerdì 18 aprile 2008

we all want something beautiful...

Sha la la la la la la la.
Oh.
Uh huh.
I was down at the New Amsterdam starin' at this yellow-haired girl,
Mr. Jones strikes up a conversation with a black-haired flamenco dancer.
You know, she dances while his father plays.
And so, she's suddenly beautiful.
And we all want something beautiful.
Man, I wish I was beautiful...
So come dance the silence down through the mornin'.

Sha la la la la la la la.
Yeah.
Uh huh.
Yeah.

Cut up, Maria! Show me some of that Spanish dancin', n'
Pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones.
Believe in me,
Help me believe in anything.
'Cause I wanna be someone who believes.
Yeah.

Mr. Jones let me tell each other fairy tales,
and we stare at the beautiful women:
"She's looking at you. Ah, no, no, she is looking at me."
Smilin' in the bright lights.
Comin' through in stereo.
When everybody loves you, you can never be lonely.

Well, I'm gon' paint my picture.
Paint myself in blue and red and black and gray.
All of the beautiful colors are very, very meaningful.
Yeah, well you know, gray is my favorite color.
I felt so symbolic yesterday.
If I knew Picasso,
I would buy myself a gray guitar and play.

Mr. Jones let me look into the future.
Yeah, we stare at the beautiful women:
"She's looking at you.
I don't think so. She's looking at me."
Standin' in the spotlight.
I bought myself a gray guitar.
When everybody loves me, I will never be lonely.
I will never be lonely.
Said I'm never gonna be lonely.

I wanna be a lion.
Eh, everybody wanna pass as cats.
We all wanna be big, big stars, yeah but, we got different reasons for that.
Believe in me 'cause I don't believe in anything,
And I wanna be someone to believe, to believe, to believe.
Yeah.

Mr. Jones let me stumbling through the barrio.
Yeah, we stare at the beautiful women:
"She's perfect for you. Man, there's got to be somebody for me!"
I wanna be Bob Dylan.
Mr. Jones wishes he was someone just a little more funky.
When everybody loves you, ah son, that's just about as funky as you can be.

Mr. Jones let me starin' at the video.
When I look at the television I wanna see me starin' right back at me.
We all wanna be big stars, but we don't know why and we don't know how.
But when everybody loves me, I wanna be just about as happy as I can be.
Mr. Jones and me, we're gonna be big stars...

giovedì 17 aprile 2008

Rise

I know that it's over.
That I can't believe we're through.
They say that time's a healer.
And I'm better without you.

It's gonna take time I know,
But I'll get over you.

Look in my life.
Look in my heart.
I have seen them fall apart.
Now I'm ready to rise again.
Just look in my hopes.
Look at my dreams building
bridges from these scenes.
Now, I'm ready to rise again.

Caught up in my thinking.
Like a prisoner in my mind.
You pose so many questions.
But, the truth was hard to find.

I better think twice I know
that I'll get over you.

Look in my life.
Look in my heart.
I have seen them fall apart.
Now I'm ready to rise again.
Just look in my hopes.
Look in my dreams building
bridges from these scenes.
Now, I'm ready to rise again.

Much time has passed between us.
Do you still think of me at all?
My world of broken promises.
Now, you won't catch me when I fall.

Look in my life.
Look in my heart.
I have seen them fall apart.
Now I'm ready to rise again.
Just look in my hopes.
Look at my dreams building
bridges from these scenes.
Now, I'm ready to rise again.

Yes, i'm gonna rise, and make it all right,
I'm going to be who I want to be, yeah baby.
Yeah. Yeah.
I'm going to make it all right.
I'm going to make it all right.

martedì 15 aprile 2008

Alien

lunedì 14 aprile 2008

Ametista

Dove sei in me
Amore vegetale
che non vuole morire,
nell'aria buona che trasporto nel sangue
per mille rivoli che mi tengono in vita;

così dispersa potrei perderti
allora chiudo gli occhi
oppure mi guardo allo specchio
e ti ritrovo,
ti sento,
un'Ametista nella pancia.

Il tempo può pure oscillare
e io posso perderne la frequenza
ma tra i vicoli della mia vecchiaia
scorgo gli anni minerali
del nostro Amore.

venerdì 11 aprile 2008

Spalla

Spalla di donna
ti stringo con la mano dell'Amore;

il pensiero si fa corpo
il corpo è pulsazione,
il sentimento vibrazione
che fluisce nel tuo tendine
solleva la spalla
e scopre il seno;

il seno è Amore
l'Amore è nella mia mano
che sogna
sulla tua spalla nuda.

mercoledì 9 aprile 2008

Amor c'ha nullo amato amar perdona

sabato 5 aprile 2008

05/04/08

Nella nostra casa oggi:
la luce
il canto della primavera
l'eco dei miei pensieri
e il frastuono di un coltello
che si posa sul piatto.

venerdì 4 aprile 2008

6 notti

...
...
l'assenza...

Dicembre
e sei già lontana
sei notti.
Un risveglio,
si, l'amore vive!

Gennaio stella cadente
Febbraio i giardini erano tuoi
Marzo: vola via!
Aprile dove sono finiti i tramonti?