Ladytron ---- Destroy Everything You Touch

Destroy everything you touch today
Destroy me this way
Anything that may desert you
So it cannot hurt you

You only have to look behind you
At who's underlined you
Destroy everything you touch today
Destroy me this way

Everything you touch you don't feel
Do not know what you steal
Shakes your hand
Takes your gun
Walks you out of the sun

What you touch do not feel
Do not know what you steal
Destroy everything you touch today
Please destroy me this way

Destroy everything you touch today
Destroy me this way
Anything that may delay you
Might just save you

You only have to look behind you
At who's underlined you
Destroy everything you touch today
Destroy me this way

Everything you touch you don't feel
Do not know what you steal
Shakes your hand
Takes your gun
Walks you out of the sun

Once you touch do not feel
Do not know what you steal
Destroy everything you touch today
Please destroy me this way

Everything you touch you don't feel
Do not know what you steal
Shakes your hand
Takes your gun
Walks you out of the sun

Once you touch you don't feel
Do not know what you steal
Destroy everything you touch today
Please destroy me this way

Everything you touch you don't feel
Do not know what you steal
Shakes your hand
Takes your gun
Walks you out of the sun

What you touch you don't feel
Do not know what you steal
Destroy everything you touch today
Please destroy me this way

 
 
Stray Cats --- Stray Cat Strut

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Black and orange stray cat sittin' on a fence
I ain't got enough dough to pay the rent
I'm flat broke but I don't care
I strut right by with my tail in the air
Stray cat strut, I'm a ladies cat
I'm a feline Casanova, hey man that's that
Get a shoe thrown at me from a mean old man
Get my dinner from a garbage can
Don't go crossing my path
I don't bother chasing mice around
I slink down the alleyway looking for a fight
Howling to the moonlight on a hot summer night
Singin' the blues while the lady cats cry
"Wild stray cat, you're a real gone guy"
I wish I could be as carefree and wild
But I got cat class and I got cat style
I don't bother chasing mice around
I slink down the alleyway looking for a fight
Howling to the moonlight on a hot summer night
Singin' the blues while the lady cats cry
"Wild stray cat, you're a real gone guy"
I wish I could be as carefree and wild
But I got cat class and I got cat style

------------------------------- David Hume

Noi non siamo altro che fasci o collezioni di differenti percezioni che si susseguono con una inconcepibile rapidità, in un perpetuo flusso e movimento. I nostri occhi non possono girare nelle loro orbite senza variare le nostre percezioni. Il nostro pensiero è ancora più variabile della nostra vista, e tutti gli altri sensi e facoltà contribuiscono a questo cambiamento; né esiste forse un solo potere dell'anima che resti identico, senza alterazione, un momento. La mente è una specie di teatro, dove le diverse percezioni fanno la loro apparizione, passano e ripassano, scivolano e si mescolano con un'infinita varietà di atteggiamenti e di situazioni. Né c'è, propriamente, in essa nessuna semplicità in un dato tempo, né identità in tempi differenti, qualunque sia l'inclinazione naturale che abbiamo ad immaginare quella semplicità e identità. E non si fraintenda il paragone del teatro: a costituire la mente non c'è altro che le percezioni successive: noi non abbiamo la più lontana nozione del posto dove queste scene vengono rappresentate, o del materiale di cui è composta.
 
The Eden House --- Words and Deeds

For you
I've traveled long in tribe

She never left my side

Then night I told her of the war

The Deed against the Word

The endless fight

Courage for everything they said
Silence for every deed they preyed


And where she stepped the grass did grow
Another layer of soil beneath her ancient eyes

Courage for everything they said
Silence for every deed they preyed

I have fought the good fight in Dreams - Inert all else
In Deeds I have quietly watched
then wrote it all down

She sailed away on the warming seas
She kept her eyes turned away from me

Courage for everything they said
Silence for every deed they preyed

---- Gottfried Wilhelm von Leibniz.

Vi sono pure due specie di verità, quelle di ragione, e quelle di fatto. Le verità di ragione sono necessarie ed il loro opposto è impossibile, quelle di fatto sono contingenti ed il loro opposto è possibile. Quando una verità è necessaria, è possibile trovarne la ragione, mediante l'analisi, risolvendola in idee e verità più semplici, fino a quando non si giunga alle verità primitive.
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Assemblage 23 --- Divide

I lost myself in shapeless oceans
Whose depths concealed more than they showed
Beliefs obscured by mists around them
A legacy they'd been bestowed

Columns of ice paint awkward pictures
Distorted forms that once seemed real
Engulfed inside transparent textures
Billowing curtains as hard as steel

For all the noise filling the landscape
Whispers & cries with no reply
It's quiet here within these boundaries
And thoughts collect like pools of light


My eyes divide the sky
As sirens sound in heaven
My will brings down the moon
And shatters it to pieces

My eyes divide the sky
As sirens sound in heaven
My will brings down the moon
And shatters it to pieces

The silence grew inconsequential
The day became a paradigm
A thousand years, a hundred decades
An arbitrary slice of time

I found myself with no companion
Except the salty earth and sky
And suddenly there came my focus
The world around me clarified

My eyes divide the sky
As sirens sound in heaven
My will brings down the moon
And shatters it to pieces

My eyes divide the sky
As sirens sound in heaven
My will brings down the moon
And shatters it to pieces


And so I walked in isolation
Hoping solace would cross my path
Ignored the road that lay behind me
And stepped away from the aftermath

I lost myself in shapeless oceans
Whose waters turned from dark to clear
I floated there, a tiny island
With no more doubt, with no more fear

My eyes divide the sky
As sirens sound in heaven
My will brings down the moon
And shatters it to pieces

My eyes divide the sky
As sirens sound in heaven
My will brings down the moon
And shatters it to pieces

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

Waintg for...
Venice Carnaval!!!
 
 

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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

<3
 

----- 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!

------------------------------------------------------------- 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

Buongiorno grande appassionato di cinema e di buona musica!
Pazzesco vedere come nel 1981 ci si immaginavano gli anni '90...
 
 
 

Buongiorno Kraven! Grazie del "segui" 
Sei appassionato di chitarra?
Io mi dilettavo a suonare qualche nota quando ero una ragazzina...ora purtroppo ho abbandonato...
Ama molto lui...
 

Per la gioia del mio amico @giasone007 ho finalmente cambiato l'immagine di copertina, hihihihi!
Però ero quasi tentata di mettere questa...
 

Buongiorno Amante degli animali!

...ti faccio arrabbiare e come foto copertina metto questa...hihihihi!
 

E io ti accoppio Il Faust di Goethe ai Bauhaus 
«Sono una parte di quella forza che desidera eternamente il male e opera eternamente il bene.»
 
Buona giornata!

------------------------------------------ Umberto Galimberti
Il tramonto dell'Occidente:
Nella lettura di Heidegger e Jaspers.

In un tempo di carenza com’è il nostro, in cui la “vastità” degli orizzonti raggiunti dalla scienza ha finito per “de-vastare” l’animo dell’uomo che più non trova sensi e significati, forse il compito più consono non è quello di sollecitare l’orgoglio del pensiero nella successione frenetica delle risposte, ma quello di custodire il pensiero nella sua povertà, raccolta in quel domandare che sa attendere non una risposta, ma un ampliamento dell’orizzonte al di là dell’orizzonte.
lyrics 
She Past Away --- Rituel
--- https://shepastaway.org/
---https://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/She_Past_Away
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Kemiriyor böcekler,

Direniyor kemikler,

Acıyı hisset!

Benimle dans et!

Kemiriyor böcekler,

Direniyor kemikler,

Acıyı hisset!

Benimle dans et!

Kemiriyor böcekler,

Direniyor kemikler,

Acıyı hisset!

Benimle dans et!

Kemiriyor böcekler,

Direniyor kemikler,

Acıyı hisset!

Benimle dans et!

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Insetti mordaci

Resistenza alle ossa

Senti il dolore!

Balla con me!

Insetti mordaci

Resistenza alle ossa

Senti il dolore!

Balla con me!

Insetti mordaci

Resistenza alle ossa

Senti il dolore!

Balla con me!

Insetti mordaci

Resistenza alle ossa

Senti il dolore!

Balla con me!
 

Le affinità elettive
------- Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Qualunque idea ci facciamo di noi stessi, ci penseremo sempre dotati di vista. Credo che l’uomo sogni solo per non smettere di vedere. Potrebbe capitare benissimo che un giorno la luce interiore uscisse da noi, cosicché non ne occorressero più altre.
Lebanon Hanover --- Alien
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

I like to wander some graveyards alone
And think of all that iʼve become

What kind of box i would go
And would you even notice

My disappearance my impressions
Iʼm just waiting, waiting...


And until then my desolation
Will be my trademark
Iʼll always remain alien

And however hard i try to integrate
Iʼll always remain alien


You say i should go out
In every brutal town
There is someone of substance
Forcing me to do things i never do
For instance laugh at jokes of you
Small talks have simply no relevance

And until you change
Iʼll keep my delighted face
It is my trademark to always remain alien
And however hard i try to integrate

Iʼll always remain alien

Buon pomeriggio poeta!
 

Guardo il panorama di Firenze e penso che vorrei tornarci presto..prestissimo!
La amo immensamente..
Si respira arte e cultura in ogni angolo, in ogni piazza, in ogni strada.
A D O R O.
E ho amato tantissimo anche questo film 
 

Molto Gotico il pezzo che hai postato, mi piace!
Magari loro li conosci, io li ascoltavo qualche anno..
 

Questa è la mia finestra sul mare.
Non importa dei guai, non importa del caos.
Spero che questa spiaggia sia sempre lì ad aspettarmi.