I would like to stop thinking about you.
Showing posts with label portrait. Show all posts
Showing posts with label portrait. Show all posts
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
please.
.."non guardarci cosi'.
Con quei tuoi occhi
troppo aperti,
come gli occhi dei morti."
.."don't look at us in this way.
with your eyes
too much wide,
like the deads."
Saturday, December 17, 2011
there's something true.and something not.
Friday, December 16, 2011
Sag mir, wo die Blumen sind
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..tell me where the flowers are.
tell me where the women are.
tell me where the men are.
tell me where the soldiers are.
tell me where the barrows are.
tell us where the flowers are..
..dimmi dove sono i fiori.
dimmi sono le ragazze.
dimmi dove sono gli uomini.
dimmi dove sono i soldati.
dimmi dove sono le tombe.
dicci dove sono i fiori..
Ach wird man je verstehn
Thursday, December 15, 2011
advisedly.
.."Non più ottico ma spacciatore di lenti
per improvvisare occhi contenti,
perché le pupille abituate a copiare
inventino i mondi sui quali guardare.
Seguite con me questi occhi sognare,
fuggire dall'orbita e non voler ritornare"..
again, I forgot my eyeglasses
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MAN30uMp1f4
Monday, December 12, 2011
the old man.
« Water, water everywhere,
nor any drop to drink. »
« Acqua, acqua ovunque,
e neanche una goccia da bere. »
e neanche una goccia da bere. »
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
who knows.
Friday, December 9, 2011
she.
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I promise.i'll wear eyeglasses next time.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qSloA8u4op4&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qSloA8u4op4&feature=related
Monday, December 5, 2011
social misfit
hi.my name is the name you give to me.
i'm tall and thin.
i eat the things that i am and drink the things that i generate.
i like to be.
i'm able to go against the "verge of existence".
social misfit and esteemed.
ciao.mi chiamo come mi chiami e sono alto e magro.
mangio quello che sono e bevo cio' che produco.
mi piace essere.
sono capace di andare contro i limiti di essere.
poco disadattato e molto ammirato.
Saturday, December 3, 2011
Wenn ich ich mir was wünschen dürfte
Saturday, November 26, 2011
minerva jones
Sono Minerva, la poetessa del villaggio,
fischiata, schernita dai villanzoni della strada
per il mio corpo goffo, l’occhio guercio, e il passo largo
e tanto più quando “Butch” Weldy
mi prese dopo una lotta brutale.
Mi abbandonò al mio destino col dottor Meyers;
e io sprofondai nella morte, gelando dai piedi alla faccia, come chi scenda in un’acqua di ghiaccio.
Vorrà qualcuno recarsi al giornale,
e raccogliere i versi che scrissi? —
Ero tanto assetata d’amore!
Ero tanto affamata di vita!
I am Minerva, the village poetess,
Hooted at, jeered at by the Yahoos of the street
For my heavy body, cock-eye, and rolling walk,
And all the more when "Butch" Weldy
Captured me after a brutal hunt.
He left me to my fate with Doctor Meyers;
And I sank into death, growing numb from the feet up,
Like one stepping deeper and deeper into a stream of ice.
Will some one go to the village newspaper,
And gather into a book the verses I wrote?—
I thirsted so for love!
I hungered so for life!
Thursday, October 27, 2011
i play it again.
.."oh, when you're trying to rewind
you're caught up in a never-ending circle"..
i don't love colours.
but i need them.
Friday, September 23, 2011
Friday, September 16, 2011
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