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PIANO plays and a man REFLECTS

I feel alone and ponder ...

I have everything a man could want,

already ... I do not miss anything. It 's so.

Listening to this music sublime, these magical notes.

The replay and replay. And again. And again. Several times.

Like troppo, ma non è solo questo.

Cos'è che mi prende dunque ?

Forse è il tempo ?

Certo, io sono meteopatico, questo lo so. E' la mia natura.

Ho bisogno del sole come dell'aria e ahimè, di sole... praticamente zero!

Dovrei andare a svernare da qualche parte ?

Maybe ...

Depression?

Noooooo, come on, I do not think

(oops, they say that the depressed person never admits depression!)

So what?

but of course ...

Malinconia, ecco cos'è: Malinconia.

Un desiderio di ...

Ricordi, ricordi, richiami, voci dell'anima...

già, dev'essere questo.

Stupidissimi richiami, voci maledette, già, io le conosco...

Le conosco bene maledizione... continuano a parlare,

e parlare, non smettono mai .

Alcune definizioni di malinconia:

"La malinconia è la gioia di essere tristi"

" La melanconia è un "umore nero" non nel senso moderno di rabbia o stizza, ma più intesa come un dolce oblio, una leggera venatura di tristezza che pervade il carattere, rendendolo profondo ed orientato alla pace and introspection "

well, I will ... always passes

is not so bad" to be content to be sad. "

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O Captain! MY CAPTAIN! WOMEN AS

O Captain! My Captain! Our fearful trip is done ,

la nave ha superato ogni ostacolo, l'ambìto premio è conquistato,

vicino è il porto, odo le campane, tutto il popolo esulta,

occhi seguono l'invitto scafo, la nave arcigna e intrepida;

ma o cuore! Cuore! Cuore!

O gocce rosse di sangue,

là sul ponte dove giace il Capitano,

caduto, gelido, morto.

O Capitano! Mio Capitano! Risorgi, odi le campane;

risorgo - per te è issata la bandiera - per te squillano le trombe,

per te fiori e ghirlande ornate di nastri - per te le coste affollate,

te invoca la massa ondeggiante, a te volgono i volti ansiosi;

ecco Capitano! O amato padre!

Questo braccio sotto il tuo capo!

E' solo un sogno che sul ponte

sei caduto, gelido, morto.

Non risponde il mio Capitano, le sue labbra are pale and still,

father does not feel my arm, he has more energy, desire,

the ship is anchored safe and sound, his journey ended, finished,

the ship has returned victorious from the fearful trip, the goal is reached;

glad shores, and ring bells!

While I step with funeral

I walk the deck my Captain lies,

Fallen cold and dead.

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MING POP & MINCULPOP

MING POP & MINCULPOP

Dura minga. Che lo dica Bossi o il ‘Boss’ (e non parlo di Springsteen, il Bruce di Born in the USA ), non può durare… Non può durare oltre l’autunno ( fall ), né tanto meno oltre l’inverno ( winter ). Figuriamoci in primavera ( spring )… E dopo la caduta ( fall )? Rise and fall per dirla con Sting. Meglio ancora, fall and rise!  
A proposito di fall e spring (che significa anche: sorgente), nello scudo con il simbolo della città di Springfield (parlo della Springfield dei Simpson, i cartoons a tutta filosofia), campeggiano la scritta "Corruptus in extremis" e la storica frase del fondatore: "un animo nobile titaneggia anche nel più piccolo degli uomini". Sì, titaneggia e tiranneggia (ma qui, da noi, l’ uomo nobile di Meister Eckhart , il mistico dai sensi accesi, sfuma nel ‘berluskart’ spento, sia pure col fiammifero sempre acceso, degli ultimi tempi).

E le fiammiferaie? E la fiamma? Che dire, omnia munda mundis (e le immondizie a chi sappiamo noi).  

However, a bit 'of a fire there. Perhaps only a few small fire, but there is also Granata ( Nomen est omen ). Hopefully that will last a long time, the different grenadiers. E s and lasts ming, then it is worth more than the law of menga. And enough with bunga bunga : have stew, are 'vaiassi'. And there are even more 'cult' (and cool ) , like bingo, anyway. Do not 'pull' more, in short, the empire 'ming' (not the Chinese, although some 'stretch' - 'Pulled' - remains, especially the eyes, the mirror of the soul). And if you are no longer the balloon-boobs or lips pillow, emblems of these years rocking 'packed', no longer in fashion even a top ministry official the truck (in the broad 'truck' of the term - no offense to truck drivers, the real ones). Or maybe ... the top ministry official can be resurrected (after the radical-chic gauche sessantottino post), but in a completely new way. Nouvelle Vague. Especially now that Fini & Co (companions / comrades) have been proposed by droite, to revive the culture, already 'bondage' (meaning Bondi), to make it really 'pop' and not just 'peep' (meaning peep show: the voyeurs passive, with no opportunity to interact, which is typical of television 'commercial' Berlusca-style). Moreover, the culture is so, especially in Left, but also Right, if it removes the 'burka' conformism and scurfy leaves the limbo of the petit bourgeois garden gnomes ( mens vain in corpore nano ... - I heard today on Capital Radio), can say something: after all, Saviano quotes maybe not Celine, Pound and evolved?

And fly, fly, fly, fly and fly linnet lu, nu bath pizzichille ... Volare, claims, screening, watch. "The man is two men at once: only one awake in the darkness and the other is asleep in the light." It's like a sleepwalker, or worse, a robot " drawn from his thoughts, his memories, his wishes, her feelings, from the steak eating, cigarette smoking, making love, the good weather, rain, near the tree, the car that goes ... "And with head that empties just "closed shop" ... The first quote is from Gibran, writer 'mystic' (at risk 'honey', not so much his fault), the second is to Gurdjieff, the esoteric (a risk 'Smoke'). And the head is empty ... is that a character in Sartre's Nausea - and beyond, today abound (citations Get out of my NLP with Spirit! En passant - communication service for the 'sailors' - has just released the sequel, more 'concentrated': What is NLP. Overcoming anxiety, phobias and addictions - Sovera publisher). Anyway, enough with "hypnotic sleep" ... too, to quote Chuck Palahniuk (Fight Club to): " for years ... I wanted to sleep. That is part of falling off, resignation, dissolution. Time to sleep is the last thing I want. "

But yes, it's time to wake up and 'do soul' (but that is not the usual molasses). Even if it were the soul of them ... . Although, in the words of Ronald Laing: "... if the mind is the soul, the soul is the world of our experience ... it makes us afraid. We do not want too much (blood) or too many varieties: the perception and imagination we are reduced to earth, no dreams in color ... "But you ... Color your world! And fill it with words, of those 'creative' (such as fiat divine). Jung, speaking of the work of transformation of things made by the words and the narration of the facts, says:

"... the words just because they act with a sense or meaning, in what is their effectiveness. But the 'sense' is something spiritual. This is also called 'fiction' ... But as a fiction we act in a way far more effective than chemical preparations with (...) But even act on the biochemical process of the body. Now, whether the fiction is produced in me is that I come from the outside by means of the word, it can make me healthy or ill, the fictions, illusions, opinions are more intangible things, the more unreal that you can imagine, but from a psychological and even mental and physical are the most effective. "

words and deeds, logos - words 'think' and rhema - words 'effective', calibrated: who speak well, think well! But not words, words, words ... let me. Not vocis flatus, but ' fiat' (also porsche ... ) vocis . Words frugal, dry, Baroque, brut, providing there is no why, why, why ... "The words, though full of 'spirit', if used 'strategically' (even if it were using tricks and verbal fictions ) are the most powerful agent of change psychophysical you know ... " Come on, let's talk!

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derived from the eyes of women my doctrine: they sparkle yet the real fire of Prometheus, are the books, the arts, the academies, which show

contain and feed the world.

WS

"The Marchesa Luisa Casati with peacock feathers" of 1914. Patron and muse for painters, sculptors and photographers, the noblewoman and collector of Italian art was best represented the female character in the history of the arts, after the Virgin Mary and Cleopatra. Luisa Casati had a dream: to transform itself into a work of art, through precise patterns of life and aesthetic proposals of his original outfit. Interpreting the categorical imperative in a personal way of being beyond the dictates of fashion of the moment, dressed extravagantly, an extreme fashion the rules of a dying ideandone new ones. The tall figure, appearance androgynous, anticipated the trend Art Deco style of Paul Poiret.

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It's called love any superiority,

any understanding,

any ability to smile in pain.

Love for ourselves and our destiny,

affectionate accession

what the Inscrutable

wants to make us

even when we are not ancora in grado di vederlo

e di comprenderlo

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KKK: KAOS KARIMA KOSMOS

(KULTUR vs Zivilisation)

"Spiders," Tyler says, "lay eggs and larvae are grafted into the skin. Just to say how bad life can be. " spiders, tarantulas, tarantella ... Harlequin and Punchinello. ... No missing Pierrot, burlesque, are: whether 'old ', masters of cunning and duplicity, and those sad, melancholic, in love with the moon. Although the first are all the rage now. But there who does the trick: the time is ripe to discard the opponent and score. Yes, there is always Who makes you trip him, who insists with Melina, who tries to get you going offside ... but if you do dribbling the cards and you know your 'web' you too can make your eggs the eggs of the dragon. Q uelle of Buttafuoco (again 'unmarked)? Or Dragons (marked in sight)? Boh, unless they are drugged. Dust there since tr oppa. And this time you give birth, no more larvae, but new ideas, if only embryonic: indeed, the egg is a symbol of rebirth. Cosmic renaissance (enough with the comic and seen the coma). And for a pope comes out a ruby \u200b\u200bis entering. Moreover, better Ruby (default) that Papi Chulo (not is cool).

"When Tyler invented Project Mayhem, Tyler said the goal of Project Mayhem had nothing to do with the next. Tyler did not care if someone else is hurt or not. The aim was to raise the consciousness of each participant in a project that has the power to control the story. We, each of us, we can take control of the world. It was at the fight club that Tyler invented Project Mayhem. " Yes, the ability to take 'control'. First of all, ourselves, and situations around us, then the world ... To do this, as stated in thought 'strategic' (the so-called "radical constructivism", the same GNP), it is necessary that we move from the 'cogito-centrism', namely the centrality of thought with respect to actions (the ' insight, the' awareness / rationalization ' action, digging deep into the psyche, etc.) to the ' action now ": first need to change the act, then, later, once you have changed the pattern perceptive-reactive (ie, the concrete results are achieved) will be much easier and more productive to change the thinking of the individual (and their behavior: the Weltanschauung - world view - total). So the first shape (the change of the 'frame', the reframing ), then the function. In fact, only after there has been a change, cognition, and will repeat it consciously apply to all situations, old and new. In short, we act! changed! Give change a chance! we change perspective and points of view: the important thing is to start, albeit with small steps: even an elephant can be eaten ... - into small chunks and not in one day. Ultimately, before the practice (A little 'shock to the' power '), then the theory (the' manifesto 'of the' party '). is where the sense of 'beauty' of change.

"Beauty is the gap that exists between the state of nature, and that 'more' to which we are called to be real men. The beauty is the ideal that reminds us that we are not made to live like brutes. That is why the ancients linked it to the Good and True. We we have deviated. The world, he wrote 'The Idiot' Dostoevsky, will be saved by beauty. A prophecy that now seems to have reversed. Because the cult of beauty - captured by the market, amplified by the media, from the ostentatious power - it produces a world that has never been so bad (...) To this point of view that only what is beautiful has value, is worthy of being appreciated bought, voted. We are all victims of this blunder. Why is this idea of \u200b\u200bempty beauty that is realized in the triumph of ugliness. In this sense, rather than save the world, the beauty seems to have condemned. As we set up a similar ideology? The beauty dies when it loses the connection with what is good and what is true. And if it is no longer capable of making signs to the ethical and moral values \u200b\u200bbecomes an empty shell, appunto, qualcosa che inseguiamo solo per affermare noi stessi. Ma cos'è la bellezza, qual è il suo significato più autentico? È la cosa più inutile che esista, ma di cui non possiamo fare a meno. Senza bellezza perdiamo la nostra umanità, siamo ridotti allo stato di natura. E come insegna il mito biblico della caduta, lo stato di natura non è affatto il luogo da cui proveniamo, bensì quello in cui siamo stati cacciati. E dal quale perciò dobbiamo uscire. Ecco, la bellezza è lo scarto che c'è tra lo stato di natura e quel 'di più' a cui siamo chiamati per essere davvero uomini. La bellezza è l'ideale che ci ricorda che non siamo fatti per vivere come bruti. È per questo che gli antichi la legavano al Bene e al Vero. Noi l'abbiamo dissociata.” (Sergio Givone).

Gottfried Benn, invece, aveva fatto centro: “Lo stile è superiore alla verità: reca in sé la prova dell’esistenza.” Sì, anche nelle cose quotidiane occorre tornare al ‘Grande Stile’ (anche, e soprattutto, quando è minimal, brut ). Per poi stilettarlo. Sfregiarlo, sfrangiarlo, friggerlo. Eros, eresia, eroismo, arte, ieraticità. Stile come humanitas. E areté . Se si living with style, you can easily switch from baroque to minimal (even burlesque ) . Ruby itself has (at least in the making) capabilities, and Noemi Berluska I fear not (but never say never). Who has an origin 'antique', ancestral ideals of 'solid' (and even property damaged or 'rotten'), as in the case of Karima (the 'past' of Ruby), remains in constant tension - rocking - between archetype and adveniente future. It can 'escape', while renewing. The important thing is to combine kalòs e agathòs: bene e bello, arte e tecnica. “Quando l’arte novecentesca, sovrastata dal sapere scientifico e dalla massificazione antielitaria dei processi di produzione industriale, incomincia a perdere la sua funzione di educazione estetica, di formazione del gusto, di relazione identitaria con i sentimenti, le passioni, la religiosità di un popolo, finisce per diventare un esercizio retorico individuale, ipersoggettivo, nichilista. L’arte non ha più nessuna funzione, e così pure quell’arte che si chiama architettura.” (Stefano Zecchi).

As above, so below, on the right as left, faces toward the future, but with the memory of the past. lovers again, but sensitive to the charm of 'old'. Modern and anti-modern, even oxymoronic art and architecture. Minimalist but still revelers (the 'style', and stiletto, to Gaudi - saint now! - and Frank O. Gehry. It is here, in style, the Berluska helmet - not only here, to tell the truth ...). The Vitruvian triad firmitas, utilitas and venustas (with concinnitas to make a flywheel) must make a companion piece to the triad Baudelaire "luxury, calm and voluptuousness." architecture, like Cecil Balmond, a versatile engineering guru, is "much more than building buildings. The structure gives meaning to things. Even when you have to hold a debate with words, if you do not have the structure, you have nothing. "

must, ultimately, be well structured (also in the de-construction). Especially in philosophy (of life). A Mammon should prefer Sophia!

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love the flowing river

Essere come il fiume che scorre

silenzioso nella notte,

senza temere le tenebre.

Se ci sono stelle nel cielo, rifletterle.

E se i cieli si riempiono di nubi,

così come il fiume, le nubi sono d'acqua;

riflettere anch'esse, senza timore,

in the quiet depths.

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RUBY MAIOR NOEMI CESSAT

RUBY MAIOR NOEMI CESSAT

"Using writing to survive" ... I like it! So the proper Francis Entradentro , 'entered' in my SHAPE SHOP SHAKE ... SHARK SHOT!, Says the aphorism Mauro Corona (the sentence to be honest, I snatched while zigzagging in tivvù, I had fallen in the living room of Daria Bignardi, there where the writer of the ancient Forest had momentarily placed the curtains). What, perhaps for both the blog is a means to 'over-live' ... In the words of Emily Dickinson: "Advanced axis aligned with slowness and caution / the stars felt around Head of the sea around the feet. / I did not know whether the following would be the last inch - that gave me some call quell'andatura precarious experience. "

Yes, experience, pace and precarious strokes on the Loose (of the ship: Arcore or any other hardcore advancing - in the sense of 'advanced', moldy, albeit outside the vitreous. Then just pull the drain).

Stardust. Smoke gets in your eyes. She eyed the sky was about to embark on "a comet of white powder" (the 'pull' from the pages of Jay McInerney, the first pocket in a purse among the other fashion show): the only member of her crew - hostess and pilot - in line as well as online. Diana, the last of matryoshkas in dance, roll on the track, waiting to take the 'flight' (and posted), warmed up the engine (but here there was stuff, lighters): everything was ready - or pull - for the 'aspiring model (a the top girl Brigitte Bulgari) slip "into the bathroom to snort a line of beautiful Bolivian Tiramisu." From the frying pan into the fire. Burned with desire. Craving. A thousand lights in New York, jujube broth in Florence. Arno silver pendant in white gold (the bed of 'Snow White' to the neck of Diana, the 'magic' platinum-blond and white-clothed), coals of eyes (the eyes, burning). Love of life, anxiety die. But doce doce. "The facts are simple, the facts are the facts / Facts are lazy, the facts are crazy / the facts depend on the point of view / If you're not careful they take you off track." (from Raindrops in Jericoacoara )

Facts: Ruby and Naomi. A Ruby like Khalil Gibran, Khaled Hosseini, Sigmud Freud and Hermann Hesse. And to Naomi? Boh ... Everything is silent. Will read at least Quiet Chaos? Maybe its just chaos or cosmos (in the sense of cosmetics - touch and touch-up). Moreover, Ruby salt, Noemi down ... We hope that the motto still applies: mens sana in corpore sano (the body is). About Kahlil Gibran, the Lebanese poet once wrote (I caught on the web): "If you want to depose a despot who, mind you before the throne erected within you is already destroyed.

Yes, mens sana in corpore sano ... "There was a monkey, restless by nature, like all monkeys. As if this were not enough, someone did drink much wine, so it became even more restless. Then a scorpion bit. When a man is bitten by a scorpion jump for a whole day, so the poor monkey was worse than ever. To complete his misery a demon took possession of her. (...) The human mind is like that monkey incessantly active by nature, then gets drunk with the wine of desire, thus increasing its turbulence. After that desire took possession than she is, like the bite of the scorpion, the envy of others' success, and finally the demon of pride enters the mind, making them believe to be very important. How difficult to control such a mind! " (Swami Vivekananda). envy for the success of others, pride, presumption to be important issues ... All of these days, Arcor for ... Avetrana The Last Days of Pompeii.

is sweet the harvest season, when the guard is far (Plutarch)

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How are you? Claudio Baglioni

How are you?

you how you live? How are you? who's coming to get you, who do you open the door ...

who follows your every step? Who calls you and asks you now.

Yesterday I found, your initials in my heart ...

How are you? what do you think, as you walk, who took you away.

who discovers your shoulder, who lies beside you,

who cries your name, who caresses tired.

you, how are you?

not è cambiato niente, no.

Il vento non è mai passato tra di noi, tu come stai.

Il tempo non ci ha mai perduto.

Ma quanto mi piace questa canzone,

anche se un "tantino" triste !

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Fear!!

Notte e giorno di terrore a Padova e dintorni...

Spero proprio che domani sia una giornata migliore.

Certo davanti a questi eventi ci sentiamo tutti

delle nullità...

Phew, hopefully good!