WalkOnTheWildSide

She says, hey babe, take a walk on the wild side

LaPoesiaViSomiglierà

La poesia -
Ma cos'è mai la poesia?
Più d'una risposta incerta
è stata già data in proposito.
Ma io non lo so, non lo so e mi aggrappo a questo
come alla salvezza di un corrimano.

Wisława Szymborska

NonE'L'AmoreCheVaVia

LaRosa

La rosa enflorece, en el mes de mayo
Mi alma s'escurece, sufriendo de amor

PoisonHeart

You know that life really takes its toll
And a poet's gut reaction is to search his very soul
So much damn confusion before my eyes,
But nothing seems to phase me and this one still survives.

I just want to walk right out of this world,
'Cause everybody has a poison heart.
I just want to walk right out of this world,
'Cause everybody has a poison heart,
Well, I just want to walk right out of this world,
'Cause everybody has a poison heart

Ramones

ABigHardSun

there's a big
a big hard sun
beaten on the big people
in the big hard world

ToSeeIfIStillFeel

RightWhereItBelongs

See the animal in it's cage that you built
Are you sure what side you're on?
Better not look him too closely in the eye
Are you sure what side of the glass you are on?
See the safety of the life you have built
Everything where it belongs
Feel the hollowness inside of your heart
And it's all
Right where it belongs

What if everything around you
Isn't quite as it seems?
What if all the world you think you know
Is an elaborate dream?
And if you look at your reflection
Is it all you wanted to be?
What if you could look right through the cracks?
Would you find yourself
Find yourself afraid to see?

What if all the world's inside of your head
Just creations of your own?
Your devils and your gods
All the living and the dead
And you really are alone

ShitBitchAndLies

AbattoirLife

The sun is high up in the sky and I'm in my car
Drifting down into the abattoir
Do you see what I see, dear?

PorteChiuseAChiaveEFinestre

NonFidartiDiUnaCheSanguinaDa4GiorniENonMuore

ALittleBigHole

FrammentoDiUnaCronologiaDelCaso

AnEnding

Ascent

Wait

Becalmed

SpiritsDrifting

JustAnotherDay

Oh it's just another day on Earth
It's just another day on Earth

One day, we will put it all behind,
We'll say, that was just another time,
We'll say, that was just another day on Earth

Liberty

Baby, I took all I had,
Ran to the shores
Lost track of time, let it sink in the sans
Travelled the highways, tripped in the heart of the land

Found myself restless one night
Sipped poison and wine
Dimmed every light and kissed many lips
Fell asleep blameless then woke up old, drunken and missed

So I soared with the boreal wind

Bathed in the sun
Shook a sensible hand of one foolish and wise
I think he was ready to rise...
And the more that I ran, the more I was promised the sun...

RaccontoIncompletoDiDiversiViaggi

Involucro1

Involucro2

Diomira

Partendosi di là e andando tre giornate verso levante, l'uomo si trova a Diomira, città con sessanta cupole d'argento, statue in bronzo di tutti gli dei, vie lastricate in stagno, un teatro di cristallo, un gallo d'oro che canta ogni mattina su una torre. Tutte queste bellezze il viaggiatore già conosce per averle viste anche in altre città. Ma la proprietà di questa è che chi vi arriva una sera di settembre, quando le giornate s'accorciano e le lampade multicolori s'accendono tutte insieme sulle porte delle friggitorie, e da una terrazza una voce di donna grida: uh!, viene da invidiare quelli che ora pensano d'aver già vissuto una sera uguale a questa e d'esser stati quella volta felici.

Le città invisibili - Le città e la memoria. 1. - Italo Calvino

ENonSapeteCheDioE'WinniePooh?

IlCampoDiBorel

LaParolaAmoreNonEsiste

IDodiciPassi

Ci voltammo dopo dodici passi, perché l'amore è un duello, e ci guardammo per l'ultima volta.

Jack Kerouac

APlaceToSayGoodbye

CuerpoDeMujer

Cuerpo de mujer, blancas colinas, muslos blancos,
te pareces al mundo en tu actitud de entrega.
Mi cuerpo de labriego salvaje te socava
y hace saltar el hijo del fondo de la tierra.

Fui solo como un túnel. De mí huían los pájaros
y en mí la noche entraba su invasión poderosa.
Para sobrevivirme te forjé como un arma,
como una flecha en mi arco, como una piedra en mi honda.

Pero cae la hora de la venganza, y te amo.
Cuerpo de piel, de musgo, de leche ávida y firme.
Ah los vasos del pecho! Ah los ojos de ausencia!
Ah las rosas del pubis! Ah tu voz lenta y triste!

Cuerpo de mujer mía, persistirá en tu gracia.
Mi sed, mi ansia sin limite, mi camino indeciso!
Oscuros cauces donde la sed eterna sigue,
y la fatiga sigue, y el dolor infinito.

Pablo Neruda

EAUnDioALietoFineNonCredereMai

ACageOrTheHeaviestCrossEverMade

IMonologhiDellaVagina

AgainstThePullOfAutumn

IDon'TWantToSleepAlone