Parole nel Secchio

Attinte dal fondo degli animi

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un frammento di distorsione

A volte è solamente il discorso che fai a notte
il tuo parlare senza dialetto
mentre sogni.
E chiedi aiuto come non fossi lì vicino.


Massimo Botturi da ”Percentuale di distorsione trascurabile”

Musica Mazzy Star – Take Everything

 Lilliana Comes “Luna Rosa” olio su tela

Lilliana Comes
“Luna Rosa”
olio su tela

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if we go too far…

My mind is clearer now.
At last all too well
I can see where we all soon will be.
If you strip away the myth from the man,
You will see where we all soon will be. Jesus!
You’ve started to believe
The things they say of you.
You really do believe
This talk of God is true.
And all the good you’ve done
Will soon get swept away.
You’ve begun to matter more
Than the things you say.

Listen Jesus I don’t like what I see.
All I ask is that you listen to me.
And remember, I’ve been your right hand man all along.
You have set them all on fire.
They think they’ve found the new Messiah.
And they’ll hurt you when they find they’re wrong.

I remember when this whole thing began.
No talk of God then, we called you a man.
And believe me, my admiration for you hasn’t died.
But every word you say today
Gets twisted ‘round some other way.
And they’ll hurt you if they think you’ve lied.
Nazareth, your famous son should have stayed a great unknown
Like his father carving wood He’d have made good.
Tables, chairs, and oaken chests would have suited Jesus best.
He’d have caused nobody harm; no one alarm.

Listen, Jesus, do you care for your race?
Don’t you see we must keep in our place?
We are occupied; have you forgotten how put down we are?

I am frightened by the crowd.
For we are getting much too loud.
And they’ll crush us if we go too far.
If we go
too far….

Listen, Jesus, to the warning I give.
Please remember that I want us to live.
But it’s sad to see our chances weakening with every hour.
All your followers are blind.
Too much heaven on their minds.
It was beautiful, but now it’s sour.
Yes it’s all gone sour.

Listen, Jesus, to the warning I give.
Please remember that I want us to live.
C’mon, c’mon
He won’t listen to me …
C’mon,listen,listen to me…
C’mon,listen to me…
C’mon,listen to me…
Listen,listen to me…
C’mon,listen to me…
Listen to me…
Listen to me…

testo e musica jesus christ superstar – heaven in their minds

david agenjo

david agenjo

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senza data

La pagina inondata di silenzio.
Qualcuno la comprende?

Scriverei: “Odo
voci di molti uccelli”, o
“È morto dimenticato”, ma
qualcuno può comprendere?

Un vestito di silenzio,
di voci frammentarie.

No, probabilmente:
meglio informazioni precise,
che ne dite?

E la firma, senza data.

Il resto del foglio, meditando in silenzio,
percorso da una penna senza inchiostro,
dalla voce di una muta,
si lascerà guardare.

Forse si capirà…

Julia Uceda

musica macy gray – here comes the rain again

gabriel pacheco

gabriel pacheco