Grazie per la bella musica che condividi...adoro i Pink Floyd 
 

Che cos’è la Verità? In materia di religione, è semplicemente l’opinione che è sopravvissuta. In materia di scienza, è l’ultima sensazione. In materia d’arte è l’ultimo umore di un singolo.
(Oscar Wilde)         
 

A te una versione bellissima e superpoetica del pensiero di cui si è disquisito a lungo sotto!
 

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Alice in Wonderland...
 

- La cosa migliore che possiamo fare è ballare.
- E se ci prendono per pazzi, Signor Coniglio?
- Lei conosce saggi felici?
- Ha ragione; balliamo!
 

Improbabili parallelismi.

Eccolo!
 

Uno sguardo vale più di mille parole...

All'improvviso, la consapevolezza!

Immortal Ad Vitam

Jill: <<Mi chiamo Jill>>

Nikopol: <<Io... Nikopol. Le piace questo pianeta?>>

Jill: <<Ha il suo fascino... ma "tutto ciò non vale il veleno che distillano i tuoi occhi, i tuoi occhi verdi: laghi in cui la mia anima trema e si veda capovolta... I miei sogni accorrono a frotte a dissetarsi, a quegli amari abissi...">>

Nikopol: <<"...ma tutto questo non vale il terribile prodigio della tua saliva, Jill, che morde la mia anima e la immerge nell'oblio, senza rimorsi... e al carro della vertigine la fa rotolare, sfinita, alle sponde della morte...">>
 

Colony 5 -►My world

Dim the light,
it hurts my eyes
It scars my skin and shatters my lies
Fold the blinds, let's stay inside

Take my hand,
I'll give you strength

Come with me, well make our way
Through the light
Into the night

Welcome to my world
It's calm and cold

Welcome to my soul
It's withered and old

Welcome to my mind
Tread lightly and slow

Welcome to my love
Touch it and make it grow


We belong to this,
this protected room

The world outside is for the ones
That's not afraid to lose

So take my hand,
you are invited in

Share my darkness
and my lusts
I'm filled to the brim

Welcome to my world
It's calm and cold

Welcome to my soul
It's withered and old

Welcome to my mind
Tread lightly and slow

Welcome to my love
Touch it and make it grow

Welcome to my mind
Tread lightly and slow

Welcome to my love
Touch it and make it grow

Covenant ---- Ritual Noise

We make ritual noise
We make ritual noise
We make ritual noise
We make ritual noise

We make ritual noise
We weave the fabric of dreams
We build cities of sound

We feel the rhythm of time
We make ritual noise

We weave the fabric of dreams
We build cities of sound

We feel the rhythm of time


We make ritual noise
Wired to the world under our fingertips

We take special care

Listen to the words spoken in confidence

We make ritual noise
Shouting to be heard
Cooling our burning lips

We break down the gates
Open up our wounds bleeding for innocence

We make ritual noise
We weave the fabric of dreams

We build cities of sound
We feel the rhythm of time

We live generous lives
We have the power of will

We turn logic around
We feed the engine of change

We make ritual noise
We make ritual noise

We make ritual noise
We weave the fabric of dreams

We build cities of sound

We feel the rhythm of time

We live dangerous lives

We have the power of will

We twist logic around

We feed the engine of change

We make ritual noise
We weave the fabric of dreams

We build cities of sound

We feel the rhythm of time


We make ritual noise
We make ritual noise

We make ritual noise
We weave the fabric of dreams

We build cities of sound

We feel the rhythm of time

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The Cure --- The Figurehead

Sharp and open
Leave me alone
And sleeping less every night
As the days become heavier and weighted
Waiting
In the cold light
A noise
A scream tears my clothes as the figurines tighten
With spiders inside them
And dust on the lips of a vision of hell
I laughed in the mirror for the first time in a year
A hundred other words blind me with your purity
Like an old painted doll in the throes of dance
I think about tomorrow
Please let me sleep
As I slip down the window
Freshly squashed fly
You mean nothing
You mean nothing
I can lose myself in Chinese art and American girls
All the time
Lose me in the dark
Please do it right
Run into the night
I will lose myself tomorrow
Crimson pain
My heart explodes
My memory in a fire
And someone will listen
At least for a short while...
I can never say no to anyone but you
Too many secrets
Too many lies
Writhing with hatred
Too many secrets
Please make it good tonight...
But the same image haunts me
In sequence
In despair of time
I will never be clean again
I touched her eyes
Pressed my stained face
I will never be clean again
Touch her eyes
Press my stained face
I will never be clean again
I will never be clean again
Freshly squashed fly
You mean nothing
You mean nothing
I can lose myself in Chinese art and American girls
All the time
Lose me in the dark
Please do it right
Run into the night
I will lose myself tomorrow
Crimson pain
My heart explodes
My memory in a fire
And someone will listen
At least for a short while...
I can never say no to anyone but you
Too many secrets
Too many lies
Writhing with hatred
Too many secrets
Please make it good tonight...
But the same image haunts me
In sequence
In despair of time
I will never be clean again
I touched her eyes
Pressed my stained face
I will never be clean again
Touch her eyes
Press my stained face
I will never be clean again
I will never be clean again

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Un'idea simpatica per portare sempre i tuoi cagnolini in moto con te!
Buona giornata!

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Un'idea simpatica per portare sempre i tuoi cagnolini in moto con te!
Buona giornata!

<3
 

Perdonami, ma guardando la foto di profilo, non ho potuto resistere 
 

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----- Charles Pierre Baudelaire
Angelo o Sirena, cosa importa, se tu – fata dagli occhi di velluto, ritmo, luce, profumo, o mia sola regina! – mi rendi meno ripugnante l’universo, meno grevi gli istanti?
Theatre Of Tragedy --- Siren
Haste not thine wisdom, for the hollow is ta'en -
By whom, know I not; 'lack! am I of twain -
And as a crux - cede I my words -
Fro my heart wilt thou ne'er
Have I been 'sooth sinsyne.
Be left without - come!

Thine voice is oh so sweet, I speer thine pine,
Ryking for me:
Ryking for thee;
"List and heed", thou say'st
Wistful, whistful -
Chancing to lure.
Chancing to lure,
Skirl and skreigh, but for thine ears, aye, lown 'tis -
Dodge na 'way herefro, do come here in eath!

Mayhap lured by the scent of lote -
'Od! - the foetid - eft hie back I mote;
For what I did my soul atrounced,
How I wish for thee again,
O! do believe me, 'twasn't a frounce.
Will I give thee it: Troth.

Thine voice is oh so sweet, I speer thine pine,
Ryking for me:
Ryking for thee;
"List and heed", thou say'st
Wistful, whistful -
Chancing to lure.
Chancing to lure,
Skirl and skreigh, but for thine ears, aye, lown 'tis -
Dodge na 'way herefro, do come here in eath!

Buongiorno Dalia sono nuovo non conosco nessuno. Vorrei presentarmi , mi chiamo Vanni ho 56 anni sono di Benevento.

------------------------------------------------------------- Karl Jaspers


Per sopperire l'abissalità posta tra esistenza e trascendenza, si ricorre al medio della cifra. La cifra è il possibile linguaggio della trascendenza: "tutto ciò che è prodotto dall'uomo, il reale di fatto, l'oggetto rappresentato, quello pensato e che si trova nella tradizione mistica, religioso-culturale, sacrale, poetica e artistica, nella filosofia". L'esserci allora può diventare cifra della trascendenza. Le cifre però, possono essere colte soltanto dall'esistenza possibile: solo allora possono rinviarci alla trascendenza. La cifra più importante - sulla quale Jaspers si sofferma particolarmente - è quella del naufragio. Nel naufragio l'esistenza può disperdersi - oppure - sperimentare l'essere della trascendenza, come una luce che fende le tenebre.
 
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Siouxsie And The Banshees --- Face To Face

face to face
My lovely foe

Mouth to mouth
Raining heaven's blows

Hand on heart
Tic tac toe

Under the stars
Naked as we flow

Cheek to cheek
The bitter sweet

Commit your crime in your deadly time

It's too divine
I want to bend
I want this bliss but something says I must resist

Another life
Another time

We're Siamese twins writhing intertwined

Face to face
No telling lies

The masks they slide to reveal a new disguise
You never can win
It's the state I'm in
This danger thrills and my conflict kills

They say follow your heart
Follow it through
But how can you
When you're split in two?


And you'll never know

You'll never know
You'll never know

One more kiss
Before we die

Face to face
And dream of flying
Who are you?
Who am I?

Wind in wings
Two angels falling
To die like this
With a last kiss
It's falsehood's flame
It's a crying shame

Face to face

The passions breathe
I hate to stay but then I hate to leave

And you'll never know

You'll never know

And you'll never know

You'll never know
You'll never know
You'll never know

You'll never know

Un'idea simpatica per portare sempre i tuoi cagnolini in moto con te!
Buona giornata!