Risultati della ricerca per: 2002

Senza lotta – Without a fight


Senza lotta

Con il mio sentire
vedo invisibili
b a r r i e r e
erano grigie
le nubi
-viste prima-
ciò che mi aiuta
a sgretolare
tutte le mura
è la forza
della ragione

Passi nella nebbia
il risuonare
s t a n c o
delle stesse parole
-già dette da altri-
solo io vedo
e nulla muta
solo io odo
e tu non credi

Eri bravo
a distribuire
s o g n i
-bustine monodose-
per poi riempire
le tasche
di malsano orgoglio

Uomo dei disinganni
con me non è scattata
-la trappola-
dell’inganno
sento l’odore
non cado neppure
mi salva sempre
la ragione

Ora
nel lago getto
quel sasso
che mi ha fatto vedere
tutte le onde
che sei riuscito a fare
-le ho viste prima-
io vedevo il centro
e tu mi raccontavi
delle sue sponde

M’aiuta sempre
-il mio sentire-
senza lotta
vedo dentro
le tue barriere

16.08.2002 Poetyca

Without a fight

With my hearing
I see invisible
b o r d e r s
were gray
clouds
-Before-seen-
what helps me
erode
all walls
is the force
reason

Steps in the fog
the ring
t i r e d
of the same words
-Already said by others-
I see only
and nothing changes
I hear only
and you do not believe

You were good
to distribute
s o i n g
-Sachets-
then fill
pockets
of unhealthy pride

Man of disappointments
with me is not taken
-The trap-
deception
I smell
not even fall
I always save
reason

Now
cast into the lake
that stone
I showed
all the waves
that you could do
-I have seen first-
I saw the center
and you tell me
its banks

Always helps me
Feel-my-
without struggle
see inside
your barriers

16.08.2002 Poetyca

Poesie – Poems


Poesie

Sfoglio parole
sfoglio pensieri
– l’emozione
di margherite
stese al sole-

sfoglio immagini
che percorrono lievi
come brividi
lungo i sentieri.

Cerco e vibro
d’ogni sentire
dono di fogli
e del loro colore

…Colore di cielo
colore di vita
colore di farfalle
che prendono il volo.

Rime e versi
respiro e gioia
sogno e realtà
vissuti nel tuo scrivere libero.

19.06.2002 Poetyca

Poems

I flip through words
I flip through thoughts
– emotion
daisy
lied in the sun-

Browse Image
that travel light
such as chills
along the paths.

Seeking and vibro
of any hearing
gift paper
and their color

Color of sky …
Color of life
color butterflies
taking flight.

Rhymes and verses
breath and joy
dream and reality
lived in your writing free.

19.06.2002 Poetyca

Come dolce sonno – How sweet sleep


Come dolce sonno

Foglie lievi danzano
nella brezza
prima di toccare
il terreno
per rallegrare
con una carezza
il cuore.

Malinconia mi assale.

Ombra inquieta
vorrei accarezzarti
il volto
e regalarti
un sorriso.

Desidero
che come dolce sonno,
chiudendo
gli occhi
tu possa sentire
la mano che sfiora.

Da un angolo degli occhi,
trattenute lacrime
cadono.
La luna riflette
su quelle perle.

Le stelle del cielo guardano
e raccontano
una storia:

C’era una volta
una fanciulla

che il suo Cavaliere perdeva,
piangendo guardava
la luna
e quelle perle cadute,
facevano nascere
una rosa.

28.01.2002 Poetyca

 

How sweet sleep

Leaves light dance
in the breeze
before touching
the ground
to cheer
with a caress
the heart.

Melancholy comes over me.

Shadow restless
I would caress
face
and give you
a smile.

I wish
and as a gentle sleep,
closing
eyes
you can feel
the hand that touches.

From a corner of the eyes,
withheld tears
fall.
The moon reflects
on those gems.

The stars of the sky watching
and tell
a story:

Once Upon a Time
a girl

Knight lost his,
crying watching
the moon
and the pearls fall,
were born
a rose.

28.01.2002 Poetyca

Giovane Angelo – Young Angel


Giovane Angelo

Resti in attesa
nel tempo
che inganna
tu che conosci
armonie di suoni
e tavolozze di colori

Nell’ordine sparso
di fogli e rime
ricerchi sempre
le voci lontane
-quelle interiori-
ti sfiorano dentro

Nel mondo
tu resti
come colomba
e dalla scena
ti stacchi
-prospettiva diversa-

Diversi i passaggi
che incidono dentro
mutano i cuori
-spuntano ali-
a dare una forma
all’indefinito

Gioia per te
si prospetta
in un battito
-il tuo sentire-
muti le penne
guardando il sole

18.08.2002 Poetyca

Young Angel

Look forward
in time
misleading
you know that
harmonious sound
and color palettes
Order scattered
sheets and rhymes
Always seek
the distant voices
-Those inner-
you in touch
Worldwide
You remain
as a dove
and from the scene
you fall
-Perspective-
Several steps
affecting in
change the hearts
-Sprout wings-
to shaping
indefinite
Joy for you
promises
in a heartbeat
Feel-your-
silent pens
watching the sun
18.08.2002 Poetyca

Pennellate – Splashes


Pennellate

Nei respiri della notte
un sogno
cerca vita
cerca sorriso ancora
Carezzevole voce
percorre distanze
tutto il vuoto
r i e m p i e
Pennella il cuore
ogni attimo
sfumature nuove
a restituire vita
a mille paure

22.08.2002 Poetyca

Splashes
In the breath of the night
a dream
search for life
looking smile again
Soothing voice
travel longer distances
all empty
jet full
Spash heart
every moment
new shades
return to life
a thousand fears
22.08.2002 Poetyca

Speranza – Hope


Speranza

«Anche se il timore avrà più argomenti,scegli la speranza.»

Seneca

« La speranza è il solo bene che è comune a tutti gli uomini, e anche coloro che non hanno più nulla la possiedono ancora. »

Aforisma attribuito a Talete nelle massime dei Sette savi

« La speranza è la fiduciosa attesa di un bene che quanto più desiderato tanto più colora l’aspettativa di timore o paura per la sua mancata realizzazione. »

Cfr. Vocabolario della lingua italiana Treccani alla voce corrispondente

Se un albero che non riceve la luce piega il suo tronco in direzione del sole non possiamo sostenere che l’albero spera, perché la speranza in un uomo è legata ai sentimenti e alla coscienza che l’albero non ha. »

Erich Fromm, La rivoluzione della speranza. Per costruire una società più umana. Milano,Bompiani, 2002, p.19

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Hope

“Though fear will have more arguments, choose hope.”

Seneca

“Hope is the only good that is common to all men, and even those who no longer possess it yet. »

Aphorism attributed to Talete in the Masses of the Seven Wisps

“Hope is the trusted expectation of a good that the more desired the more the expectation of fear or fear for its failure to accomplish. »

See the Vocabulary of the Italian language Treccani in the corresponding entry

If a tree that does not receive the light folds its trunk in the direction of the sun we can not support the tree hoping because hope in a man is related to the feelings and consciousness that the tree does not have. »

Erich Fromm, The Revolution of Hope. To build a more humane society. Milan, Bompiani, 2002, p.19

Ricordi – Memories


Ricordi

Attraverso barriere trasparenti,
ci stringevamo il cuore.

In un perpetuo cercarci,
in elettriche atmosfere.

Sognanti cammini,
in geometrie danzanti.

Passi lievi di chi
con la mente sfiora.

Vibranti ricordi,
restano ancora.

30.01.2002 Poetyca

Memories

Through transparent barriers,

we shook the heart.

Look for us in a perpetual,
in electric atmosphere.

Dreamy paths,
dancing in geometry.

Light footsteps of those who
with the mind touches.

Vibrant memories
remain.

30.01.2002 Poetyca

Era attesa – Was waiting


Era attesa
Ed era attesa
sugli steli
con ricchezza di colori
Era voglia
ancora accesa
di profumi
sempre nuovi
Non finisce la festa
e con occhi attoniti
ed orecchie sorde
si lacera il cuore
Non si ferma la natura
che allo scadere
del suo tempo
riporta Primavera
19.03.2002 Poetyca
Was waiting

It was expected
on the stems
with rich colors
It was like
still burning
perfume
ever new
It does not end the party
and astonished eyes
and deaf ears
it rips your heart
It does not stop the nature
that at the end
of his time
Spring brings
19.03.2002 Poetyca

Attesa di voli – Waiting for flights


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Attesa di voli

Afferra le mie ali
tra voli nel cielo
ti voglio portare

Sogna ancora
chiudi gli occhi
e non ti stancare

Carezze di vento
e brezze marine
ci attendono

Prendi il cuore
ferito
e calpestato

Riponilo
tra le mie mani
lo accarezzo piano

Non far scorrere
il pianto
asciugalo ora

Tienimi stretta
e dammi le mani
respiriamo
09.08.2002 Poetyca

Waiting for flights
Grab my wings
between flights in the sky
I want to bring

He still dreams
close your eyes
and do not tire

Caresses of wind
and sea breezes
await us

Get the Heart
wounded
and trampled

Put it
in my hands
I caress the floor

Do not slide
the crying
dry it now

hold me close
and give me your hands
breathe
09.08.2002 Poetyca

Confine – Border


Confine

Solo se tu adesso conosci il sottile confine tra quello che potrebbe essere una risata e una lacrima mai nascosta e condivisa,tra le acrobazie e la lama di un pensiero,che pigro s’insinua a ricordare che esiste anche una realtà che non deve mai farci prigionieri perchè conosci gli inganni
le sottili apparenze del tempo
e della sua ingannevole dimensione,
dove la mente fa da regista e tu credi a tutto,ma ancora una volta potrebbe non bastare.
Allora s’accende la lampada del sogno,che accompagnata da ogni bel ricordo,è capace d’illuminare le piaghe scontate e non troppo nascoste, di queste paure
e tu lo sai che percorrendo con il sorriso tutto quel che accade,noi che conosciamo realtà e strane trame non c’inganniamo ed anzi, come fosse una storia a lieto fine,
troviamo anche chi si diverte ad applaudire,forse perché,incapace di guardare a fondo,
non squarcia il velo ed accusa con fermezza tutti gli altri che non hanno saputo recitare.
Ma tra una realtà abbozzata appena,
della quale si vedono inesistenti contorni e il credere di osservarne i colori,o l’aroma di un sogno vago ma capace di appagare,
la verità è che tutti noi siamo sul confine:
un passo per cadere nel cerchio delle ombre o una scelta consapevole da confermare,sempre fino in fondo, sulla strada della coerenza
che non ci metta mai a disagio in scelte indefinite,ma che possano aiutare a dare un margine netto
che abbatta per sempre il dubbio o la certezza.
03.01.2002 Poetyca
Border

Only if you now know the fine line
between what could be a laugh
and a tear never hidden and shared
between the stunts and the blade of a thought,
insinuates that lazy to remember that there is also a reality that must never
because you know the tricks to make us prisoners
the subtle appearances of the time
and its deceptive size,
where the mind is a director and you believe in all
but again not enough.
Then kindled the lamp of the dream,
which, together with any fond memories,
is capable of illuminating the wounds DISCOUNT
and not too hidden, these fears
and you know that along with a smile
everything that happens, we know that
realities and strange textures not deceive ourselves
and indeed, like a story with a happy ending,
there are also those who like to applaud,
perhaps because, unable to look at the bottom,
do not rip the veil and accuses firm
all the others who were unable to act.
But in reality just outlined,
which can be seen non-existent boundaries
believe and to abide by its color,
or the aroma of a vague dream, but was able to satisfy,
the truth is that we are all on the border:
a step to fall into the circle of the shadows
or a conscious choice to be confirmed,
always to the end, on the road to consistency
that there is never put in uncomfortable choices undefined
but can help to give a net margin
that will break down for ever doubt or certainty.
03.01.2002 Poetyca

Storie – Stories


Storie

Vola lo spirito alto
nel cielo
nella brezza

lieto si libra
nell’ondeggiare
lieve

sul mare color
cobalto.

Solca l’orizzonte
racconta di dune
e torri lontane.

Racconta di vita
e di respiro

salmastro odore
di mare e di porto

…e ovunque
un pensiero
ti segue
ti accarezza
tra onde
e baci del sole.

Raggiunta certezza
di anime fuse
storie in unione
che varcano il tempo
e restano sempre accanto

…nel mare e nel vento
e non c’è bosco
non c’è confine.

Storie- favole
che sentiamo dentro
Aquila e Lupo
compagni di viaggio

…e ancora
e sempre
noi ci siamo.

16.06.2002 Poetyca

Stories

Fly the spirit high

in the sky
in the breeze

happy soars
nell’ondeggiare
slight

sea color
cobalt.

Take to the horizon
tells of dunes
and distant towers.

Life stories
and breath

salty smell
and sea port

… and everywhere
thought
follows you
caresses
between waves
and kisses of the sun.

Reached certainty
anime cast
stories in union
crossing time
and always remain close

… in the sea and wind
and there is no forest
there is no border.

Fairy-tales
we feel inside
Eagle and Wolf
fellow travelers

… And again
and always
we’re there.

16.06.2002 Poetyca

La carezza del vento – The caress of the wind


 

La carezza del vento

Non abbandona mai il volo
chi è nato per il cielo:
Apre le ali
e cerca le sue rotte.

Non scioglie il coraggio
chi ha visto “oltre”:
stringe i denti e lotta.

Non stringe mai il pugno
in segno di rabbia
chi ha il cuore sereno.

Non fugge mai il silenzio
chi è in ricerca:
ogni attimo è un seme.

Non abbandona le lacrime
chi ha il cuore sensibile
e lava al mondo tutte le pene.

Ama e tace chi sogna
aspetta che il vento
gli accarezzi le piume.

Vola ancora gabbiano
perché sei sempre
figlio del cielo.

11.07.2002 Poetyca


The caress of the wind

Never leaves the flight
those was born for sky:
Spreads its wings
and seeks its routes.

Does not dissolve courage
who has seen “over”:
grit teeth and fight.

Do not tighten fist
as a sign of anger
who has the serene heart.

Never flees the silence
who is in search:
every moment is a seed.

Do not leave the tears
who has the sensitive heart
and wash all the pain in the world.

Loves and keeps silent who dream
waiting for which the wind
stroked his feathers.

Seagull flying again
because you’re always
Son of Heaven.

11.07.2002 Poetyca

Negli occhi – In the eyes


Negli occhi

E’ negli occhi la pace
il dono che ti sfiora
…ecco che ora
scende dritto al cuore

E’ negli occhi il colore
del nulla o dell’infinito
-cerco per te-
e con il calore di una sera
e del rosso tramonto
ti porto ormai dentro
-non ho dubbi-
nessuna incertezza mi sfiora
nessuna paura mi ferma
è nei tuoi occhi
lo specchio che mi riflette.

12.07.2002 Poetyca

In the eyes

E ‘in the eyes peace
the gift that touches you
… Here now
goes straight to the heart

E ‘in the eye color
of zero or infinity
-Searches-
and the warmth of an evening
and the red sunset
I’ll take you inside now
-I have no doubt-
no uncertainty comes to mind
no fear stops me
is in your eyes
the mirror that reflects me.

12.07.2002 Poetyca

Soft Cell


Soft Cell è un duo britannico di musica elettronica dei primi anni ottanta che riscosse un buon successo di pubblico e di critica, composto da: Marc Almond (voce) e David Ball (sintetizzatore) e riformatosi poi nel 2003.

Le loro canzoni, di orientamento musicale synth-pop, oltre che raccontare storie d’amore, si focalizzano spesso su tematiche controverse quali il sesso estremo, il travestitismo, l’uso di droghe e persino l’omicidio.

https://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Soft_Cell

Soft Cell are an English synthpop duo who came to prominence in the early 1980s, consisting of vocalist Marc Almond and instrumentalist David Ball. The duo are principally known for their 1981 hit version of “Tainted Love” (#8 US) and 1981 debut album entitled Non-Stop Erotic Cabaret.

In the United Kingdom, they had ten Top 40 hits including “Tainted Love” (#1 UK), “Torch” (#2 UK), “Say Hello, Wave Goodbye” (#3 UK), “What!” (#3 UK), and “Bedsitter” (#4 UK), and also had four Top 20 albums between 1981 and 1984. In 1984, the duo split but reformed from 2001 to 2004 to tour and record new material, releasing their fifth studio album, Cruelty Without Beauty in 2002.

Soft Cell’s songs have been covered by various artists including Nine Inch Nails, David Gray, Nouvelle Vague, Marilyn Manson, and A-ha.[4] Their track, “Memorabilia”, earned recognition for the band as pioneers of the synth-oriented techno genre.[5] The duo have sold 10 million records worldwide.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Soft_Cell

Vibrazione – Vibration


Vibrazione

Sogni al mattino
vibrano la sera in ricordi.
Affluenti
donandosi al mare
confluiscono
in un delta d’amore.
In contorno sfumato
di cielo fremiti
avvolti in un unico sentire.
Torride amarezze
infrangono
in bagliori nuovi
planando in aeree certezze.

02.05.2002 Poetyca

Vibration

Dreams in the morning
vibrate in the evening in memory.
Tributaries
giving themselves to the sea
converge
in a delta of love.
In soft edge
tremors of the sky
wrapped in a unique feel.
Hot bitterness
break
flares in new
gliding flying in certainties.

02.05.2002 Poetyca

Oltre – In addition


 

Oltre

Ed ora
indosserò sorrisi
per coprire la noia.
Accarezzerò nostalgia
per fermare il tempo.
Afferrerò minuti
per respirare vita.
Sentirò battiti
per sollevarmi in volo.
Apro le ali
Il vento mi sfiora
chiudo gli occhi al tempo
li apro all’aurora.
Respiri lievi
seguono il ritmo
di mulinelli
disegnati ed eterei
tra nubi e stelle.
Mi libro
nel nulla mi disperdo
in scomposti atomi.
S p i r i t o l i b e r o
lo assorbe il cielo.

31.03.2002 Poetyca

In addition

And now
wear smiles
to cover boredom.
Caress nostalgia
to stop time.
Grab minutes
to breathe life.
Hear beats
to raise in flight.
I open my wings
The wind brushes
I close my eyes at the time
I open them at dawn.
Breathe minor
follow the rhythm
of eddies
designed and ethereal
between clouds and stars.
I book
I disperse into thin air
broken down into atoms.
F r e e S p i r i t
absorbs the sky.

31.03.2002 Poetyca

Mix – Shawn Phillips


Shawn Phillips

Un artista peculiare, americano, texano, ma figlio del mondo, perché ha vissuto con la famiglia in ogni parte del pianeta (il padre era un noto autore americano di gialli, che per sua scelta decise di vivere con la famiglia in varie parti del mondo), e poi ha continuato a scegliere liberamente dove vivere. Nei suoi spostamenti ha trascorso anche un periodo non breve in Italia. Ha scelto un posto unico per la sua bellezza, Positano negli anni 70, ma la piccola fama che ha avuto in Italia si deve soprattutto ad un conduttore storico della sezione musicale della RAI, soprattutto noto come DJ di Per voi giovani, Raffaele Cascone, inventore a quel tempo della fortunata formula Il rock del mediterraneo. Cascone passava generosamente i primi dischi di Shawn Phillips dell’epoca, Contribution e Second Contribution, e fece conoscere anche da noi la splendida ballata sull’amico Casey Deiss e sulla sua tragica morte, musicalmente un ponte tra la canzone tradizionale americana, il jazz, la musica classica e lo sperimentalismo.

In un’epoca nella quale i folk-singer erano interessati più al messaggio che al contenitore musicale, era un musicista valido come esecutore (virtuoso di vari tipi di chitarra e anche capace di suonare strumenti etnici), nonché come cantante, essendo dotato di una grande estensione vocale, e un attento sperimentatore, orientato a mischiare le multiformi esperienze musicali che aveva assorbito in giro per il mondo, divenendo in tal modo una specie di anticipatore della world music.

Negli anni seguenti Phillips non ha smesso la sua ricerca, che continua tuttora, facendolo diventare un artista di culto, un modo per dire che è apprezzato (anche moltissimo) da chi lo conosce ma che è sconosciuto ai più, per insufficiente diffusione della sua musica (alias promozione). Ma certo Shawn è ben refrattario a questi problemi.

Per saperne di più:
http://www.shawnphillips.com (sito ufficiale, completissimo, fornito anche di esempi musicali)

http://www.musicaememoria.com/ShawnPhillips.htm
Shawn Phillips

Phillips was born in Fort Worth, Texas. In the 1960s he worked as a session player on several Donovan albums including Fairytale, Sunshine Superman, and Mellow Yellow,[3] performed at the Isle of Wight festival, sang on “Lovely Rita” by the Beatles,[4] and was cast to play the lead in the original production of Jesus Christ Superstar (he had to withdraw due to his heavy recording and touring schedule).[citation needed] In February 1969 Phillips wrote and performed, with The Djinn, the music for the controversial Jane Arden play Vagina Rex and the Gas Oven at the Arts Laboratory on Drury Lane.[citation needed]

Phillips worked the folk music scene in Los Angeles, New York’s Greenwich Village, and London. In 1967, Phillips moved to Positano, Italy, where he remained throughout the 1970s, recording the albums Contribution, Second Contribution, Collaboration, and Faces’.

Four of his albums Faces, Bright White, Furthermore, and Do You Wonder made it into the Billboard Top 100. In addition, the singles, “Lost Horizon” and “We”, made Billboard’s top 100 in 1973 (63 and 92 respectively).

His album No Category, featuring his longtime collaborators Paul Buckmaster and Peter Robinson, was released in 2002.

In 2007, his first live album, Living Contribution, was released, along with a Live DVD of the same title.

Phillips today lives in Port Elizabeth, South Africa, with his wife Juliette and their son Liam. He is still touring and he divides his time between writing, recording, touring and his work as an emergency medical technician (EMT), firefighter, 1st Officer, Navigator, and Extrication Specialist with the National Sea Rescue Institute of South Africa (NSRI).
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shawn_Phillips

Sogni – Dreams


🌸Sogni🌸

Luce
nello sguardo
connesso
al sentire
piú profondo

Sogni
vivaci
e farfalle
in variopinto
volteggiare

23.05.2020 Poetyca
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🌸Dreams

Light
in the look
connected
on hearing
deeper

Dreams
bright
and butterflies
in colorful
twirl

23.05.2020 Poetyca

Talking Heads


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I Talking Heads (spesso reso graficamente come “T∀LKING HE∀DS”) sono stati un gruppo rock statunitense, formatisi a New York nel 1974 e attivi fino al 1991.

Sono stati uno dei complessi che ha portato a livelli di eccellenza assoluta l’equilibrio tra pop e avanguardia, fruibilità e sperimentazione, riconoscibilità e contaminazione, musica bianca e musica nera, costituendo di fatto una delle colonne portanti della new wave americana.

Formatisi nel 1974 e guidati da colui che è forse l’emblema dell’approccio avanguardistico alla musica pop, David Byrne, i Talking Heads sono ricordati per la loro proposta artistica eclettica ed estrosa, che trovava la sua più congeniale espressione in concerti dalla grandissima carica emotiva, con un impianto quasi orchestrale e dall’inusitato impatto sonoro e scenico (come testimonia il celebre film-concerto del 1984 Stop Making Sense, diretto da Jonathan Demme).

https://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Talking_Heads

Talking Heads was an American rock band formed in 1975 in New York City and active until 1991. The band comprised David Byrne (lead vocals, guitar), Chris Frantz(drums), Tina Weymouth (bass), and Jerry Harrison (keyboards, guitar). Former art school students who became involved in the 1970s New York punk scene, Talking Heads integrated elements of punk, art rock, funk, and pop with avant-garde sensibilities to become a pioneering post-punk and new wave group. Led by the anxious, neurotic stage persona of frontman David Byrne, the group produced several commercial hits and a number of multimedia projects throughout its career, often collaborating with other artists, such as musician Brian Eno and director Jonathan Demme.

Critic Stephen Thomas Erlewine described Talking Heads as being “one of the most critically acclaimed bands of the ’80s.” In 2002, the band was inducted into theRock and Roll Hall of Fame. Four of the band’s albums appeared on Rolling Stone’s list of the 500 Greatest Albums of All Time, and three of their songs (“Psycho Killer”, “Life During Wartime”, and “Once in a Lifetime”) were included among The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame’s 500 Songs that Shaped Rock and Roll. Talking Heads were also included at #64 on VH1’s list of the “100 Greatest Artists of All Time.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Talking_Heads

Sex Pistols


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I Sex Pistols sono stati uno dei più influenti gruppi punk rock britannici e una grande icona della prima ondata punk.

L’inizio del gruppo, originariamente composto dal cantante Johnny Rotten, dal chitarrista Steve Jones, dal batterista Paul Cook e dal bassista Glen Matlock, poi sostituito da Sid Vicious, risale al 1975, a Londra. Anche se la loro carriera durò solo tre anni, pubblicando solo quattro singoli discografici e un album in studio, i Sex Pistols vennero descritti dalla BBC come «la sola punk rock band inglese». Il gruppo è spesso indicato come il fondatore del movimento punk britannico[3] e il creatore del primo divario generazionale con il rock ‘n’ roll.

I Sex Pistols emersero come risposta a ciò che era sempre visto come più eccessivo, come il rock progressivo e le produzioni pop della metà degli anni settanta. Il gruppo creò molte controversie durante la sua breve carriera, attirando l’attenzione su di sé,ma mettendo spesso in secondo piano la musica.[7] I loro show e i loro tour erano ripetutamente ostacolati dalle autorità, e le loro apparizioni pubbliche spesso finivano disastrosamente. Il singolo del 1977 God Save the Queen, pubblicato appositamente durante il giubileo d’argento della regina d’Inghilterra, è stato considerato un attacco alla monarchia e al nazionalismo degli inglesi.

Johnny Rotten lasciò il gruppo nel 1978, durante un turbolento tour negli Stati Uniti; il trio rimasto continuò fino alla fine dell’anno, ma si sciolse all’inizio del 1979. Con Lydon il gruppo organizza un concerto nel 1996 per il Filthy Lucre Tour (“Tour a scopo di lucro”, traducibile anche in “Tour per il lurido guadagno”), anche se senza Sid Vicious, morto di overdose nel 1979 a soli 21 anni.

https://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sex_Pistols

The Sex Pistols were an English punk rock band formed in London in 1975. Although they lasted just two-and-a-half years and produced only four singles and one studio album, Never Mind the Bollocks, Here’s the Sex Pistols, they were one of the most influential acts in the history of popular music,[1][2] initiated a punk movement in the United Kingdom, and inspired many later punk and alternative rock musicians. The first incarnation of the Sex Pistols included singer John Lydon, lead guitarist Steve Jones, drummer Paul Cook and bass player Glen Matlock. Matlock was replaced by Sid Vicious early in 1977. Under the management ofMalcolm McLaren, a visual artist, performer, clothes designer and boutique owner, the band provoked controversies that garnered a significant amount of publicity. Their concerts repeatedly faced difficulties with organisers and local authorities, and public appearances often ended in mayhem. Their 1977 single “God Save the Queen”, attacking social conformity and deference to the Crown, precipitated the “last and greatest outbreak of pop-based moral pandemonium”. Other subjects addressed in their frequently obscene lyrics included the music industry, consumerism, abortion, and the Holocaust.

In January 1978, at the end of a turbulent tour of the United States, Rotten left the Sex Pistols and announced its break-up. Over the next several months, the three other band members recorded songs for McLaren’s film version of the Sex Pistols’ story, The Great Rock ‘n’ Roll Swindle. Vicious died of a heroin overdose in February 1979. In 1996, Rotten, Jones, Cook and Matlock reunited for the Filthy Lucre Tour; since 2002, they have staged further reunion shows and tours. On 24 February 2006, the Sex Pistols—the four original, surviving members and Sid Vicious—were inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, but they refused to attend the ceremony, calling the museum “a piss stain”

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sex_Pistols

Continuo…Continued …


Continuo…

Tolta dal grigio.
La notte:
viso sereno
ed occhi lucenti
squarciano
Il cielo

Sorrisi profondi
mi sorreggono
– non importa
quando lungo sia questo cammino-

Continuo ad esserci.

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Continued …

Removed from gray.
The night:
serene face
and bright eyes
rip
The sky

Smiles deep
I hold
– No matter
when this journey is long-

I continue to be there.

13.06.2002 Poetyca

Bruce Cockburn playlist


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Bruce Cockburn (Ottawa, 27 maggio 1945) è un cantautore canadese.

Il suo stile, con il personalissimo modo di suonare la chitarra, fonde generi come pop, folk, rock, reggae e jazz. Le liriche sono ispirate dalla sua visione umanistica e metafisica della vita vicina all’etica cristiana. 

http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bruce_Cockburn

Bruce Douglas Cockburn OC (/ˈkbərn/; born May 27, 1945)[1] is a Canadian guitarist and singer-songwriter whose career spans over 40 years. His song styles range from folk to jazz-influenced rock and his lyrics cover a broad range of topics that reveal a passion for human rights, politics and spirituality.

In 2014, he released his memoirs, Rumours of Glory: A Memoir.[2]  

Cockburn was born in 1945 in Ottawa, Ontario, Canada, and spent some of his early years on a farm outside Pembroke, Ontario. He has stated in interviews that his first guitar was one he found around 1959 in his grandmother’s attic, which he adorned with golden stars and used to play along to radio hits.[3] Cockburn attended Nepean High School, where his 1964 yearbook photo states his desire “to become a musician”.[4]He attended Berklee School of Music in Boston for three semesters in the mid-1960s. In 1966 he joined an Ottawa band called The Children, which lasted for about a year. In the spring of 1967 he joined the final lineup of The Esquires. He moved to Toronto that summer to form The Flying Circus with former Bobby Kris & The Imperials members Marty Fisher and Gordon MacBain and ex-Tripp member Neil Lillie. The group recorded some material in late 1967 (which remains unreleased) before changing its name to Olivus in the spring of 1968, by which time Lillie (who changed his name to Neil Merryweather) had been replaced by Dennis Pendrith from Livingstone’s Journey. Olivus opened for The Jimi Hendrix Experience and Cream in April 1968. That summer Cockburn broke up the band with the intention of going solo, but ended up in the band 3’s a Crowd with David Wiffen, Colleen Peterson, and Richard Patterson, who had been a co-member of The Children. Cockburn left 3’s a Crowd in the spring of 1969 to pursue a solo career.

Cockburn’s first solo appearance was at the Mariposa Folk Festival in 1967, and in 1969 he was a headliner. In 1970 he released his self-titled, solo album. Cockburn’s guitar work and songwriting won him an enthusiastic following. His early work featured rural and nautical imagery and Biblical metaphors. Raised as an agnostic, early in his career he became a Christian.[5] Many of his albums from the 1970s refer to Christianity, which in turn informs his concerns for human rights and environmentalism. His references to Christianity include the Grail imagery of 20th-century Christian poet Charles Williams and the ideas of theologian Harvey Cox.[6]

In 1970 Cockburn became partners with Bernie Finkelstein in the music publishing firm Golden Mountain Music.[7]

While Cockburn had been popular in Canada for years, he did not have a big impact in the United States until 1979, with the release of the album Dancing in the Dragon’s Jaws. “Wondering Where the Lions Are“, the first single from that album, reached No. 21 on the Billboard Hot 100 in the US in June 1980, and earned Cockburn an appearance on NBC‘s hit TV show Saturday Night Live.

Cockburn was married from 1969 to 1980 and has a daughter from that marriage.[citation needed] He wrote the song “Little Seahorse”, released on In the Falling Dark, in late 1975 about the time when his daughter wasin utero.[citation needed]

Through the 1980s Cockburn’s songwriting became increasingly urban, global and political as he became more involved with progressive causes. His political concerns were first hinted at on the albums: Humans,Inner City Front and The Trouble with Normal. They became more evident in 1984, with his second US radio hit, “If I Had a Rocket Launcher” (No. 88 in the US) from the Stealing Fire album. He had written the song a year earlier, after visiting Guatemalan refugee camps in Mexico that were attacked by Guatemalan military helicopters. His political activism continues to the present. Cockburn has travelled to countries such as Mozambique and Iraq, played benefit concerts, and written songs on a variety of subjects ranging from the International Monetary Fund to land mines. His internationalist bent is reflected in the many world musicinfluences in his music, including reggae and Latin music.

In 1991 Intrepid Records released Kick at the Darkness, a tribute album to Cockburn whose title comes from a phrase in his song “Lovers in a Dangerous Time“. It features the Barenaked Ladies‘ cover of that song, which became their first Top 40 hit and an element in their early success. This lyric was also referenced by U2 in their song “God Part II” from their album Rattle and Hum.

In the early 1990s, Cockburn teamed with T-Bone Burnett for two albums, Nothing but a Burning Light and Dart to the Heart. The latter included a song, “Closer to the Light”, inspired by the death of songwriter Mark Heard, a close friend of Cockburn and Burnett. Cockburn frequently refers to Heard as his favourite songwriter and he was one of many artists who paid tribute to Heard on an album and video titled Strong Hand of Love.

In 1998 Cockburn travelled with filmmaker Robert Lang to Mali, West Africa, where he jammed with Grammy Award-winning blues musician Ali Farka Toure and kora master Toumani Diabate. The month-long journey was documented in the film River of Sand, which won the Regard Canadien award for best documentary at the Vues d’Afrique Film Festival in Montreal. It was also invited for competition at the International Festival of Environmental Films in Paris.[8]

Some of Cockburn’s previously published material had been collected in several albums: Resume, Mummy Dust, and Waiting for a Miracle. His first greatest hits collection was Anything Anytime Anywhere: Singles 1979–2002, released in 2002.

In January 2003 Cockburn finished recording his 21st album, You’ve Never Seen Everything, which features contributions from Emmylou Harris, Jackson Browne, Sam Phillips, Sarah Harmer, Hugh Marsh, Jonell Mosser, Larry Taylor and Steven Hodges. (Taylor and Hodges, formerly of Canned Heat who performed at Monterey and Woodstock in the 1960s, may be known best for their work with Tom Waits).

Cockburn performed a set at the Live 8 concert in Barrie, Ontario, on July 2, 2005. Speechless, an instrumental compilation of new and previously released material, was released on October 24, 2005. His 22nd album, Life Short Call Now, was released on July 18, 2006.

Canadian senator and retired general Roméo Dallaire, who is active in humanitarian fundraising and promoting awareness, appeared on stage at the University of Victoria with Cockburn. The October 4, 2008, concert was held to aid the plight of child soldiers.[9]

In 2009 Cockburn travelled to Afghanistan to visit his brother, Capt. John Cockburn, and to play a concert for Canadian troops. He performed his 1984 song “If I Had a Rocket Launcher” and was temporarily awarded an actual rocket launcher by the military. Cockburn has stated that, while unsure of the original Invasion of Afghanistan, he supported Canada’s role there.[10]

Cockburn released his studio album Small Source of Comfort in 2011. “Lois on the Autobahn”, a cheerful and experiential instrumental recalling “Rouler sa bosse” from Salt, Sun and Time is a tribute to Cockburn’s mother, Lois, who succumbed to cancer in 2010.[citation needed]

Cockburn married his longtime girlfriend M.J. Hannett shortly after the birth of his second daughter, Iona (b. November 2011) in 2011.[11][12] As of 2014, the family lives in the San Francisco area, where Cockburn is writing his memoirs up to 2004.[13]

A documentary film, Bruce Cockburn Pacing the Cage,[14][15] was released in 2013 on television and a brief theatrical showing; directed by Joel Goldberg, gave a rare look into Cockburn’s music, life and politics

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bruce_Cockburn

Vita – Life


Vita

Stringi
per sempre
questa vita
fatta di noia
che non finisce
m a i.
Sfuggi
tutti gli sguardi
come muri
non crollano
s a i.
Ora
metti in moto
sogni
cancellando
g u a i.
Pozzo
senza fondo
strano girotondo
mille le emozioni
catturate
q u i.
fascino
di un respiro
che regala vita
solo se tu
v u o i .
Grigio
ormai svanito
perché nulla
resta vuoto
p o i.
Vita
colorata
con tutto
il suo valore
cercando quello
che veramente
s e i
e sai donare.

29.04.2002 Poetyca

Life

Clasp
forever
this life
made out of boredom
that does not end
ever.
Escape
all eyes
such as walls
do not collapse
you know.
Now
put in motion
dreams
deleting
trouble.
Well
bottomless
strange circle
a thousand emotions
captured
here.
charm
a breath
that gives life
Only if you
want.
Grey
vanished
because nothing
is empty
onwards.
Life
colored
with all
its value
trying to
really
you’re
and you know to donate.
29.04.2002 Poetyca

Nel ricordo – In memory


Nel ricordo

Nel ricordo
sincronici assiomi
planano aeree certezze.
Bagliori nuovi
Infrangono
Torride amarezze.
Sogni al mattino
vibrano
la sera in ricordi.
Spazio di tempo
porzione di vita
che tutto avvolge
seguendo
contorno sfumato
di cielo.
Fremiti avvolti
d’unico sentire.
Affluenti
donandosi al mare
confluiscono
in un delta d’amore

02.05.2002 Poetyca

In memory

In memory
synchronic axioms
glide overhead certainties.
New flare
Break
Hot bitterness.
Dreams in the morning
vibrate
memories in the evening.
Space time
slice of life
all-encompassing
following
Soft Edges
of sky.
Thrills wrapped
of unique feel.
Tributaries
giving themselves to the sea
converge
in a delta of Love

02.05.2002 Poetyca


Tim Buckley Anthology


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Timothy Charles Buckley III nacque a Washington, figlio di Elaine, un’italoamericana, e di Tim Charles Buckley Jr., un pluridecorato della seconda guerra mondiale con origini irlandesi. Trascorse l’infanzia ad Amsterdam, cittadina industriale dello Stato di New York, dove ebbe i primi contatti con la musica: la madre era una fan di Miles Davis e il padre della musica country. Nel 1956 la famiglia si trasferì a Bell Gardens in California.[6]

A tredici anni imparò a suonare il banjo e con il compagno di scuola Dan Gordon formò un gruppo ispirato al The Kingston Trio. Entrò nella squadra di football americanodella scuola, dove coprì il ruolo di quarterback. Durante uno scontro di gioco si ruppe le prime due dita della mano sinistra. Non riottenne mai l’uso completo delle dita, tanto che non poté più suonare il barré e ciò lo costrinse a usare accordi estesi. Durante il periodo delle scuole superiori conobbe Larry Beckett, autore della maggior parte dei testi dei suoi primi brani, e Jim Fiedler. Il 25 ottobre del 1965, a diciannove anni, sposò la compagna di scuola Mary Guibert, dalla quale, un anno più tardi, ebbe un figlio, Jeff Buckley, nato il 17 novembre 1966. Anche egli, negli anni novanta, sarebbe divenuto un musicista.

Finita la scuola iniziò a esibirsi in diversi club di Los Angeles. In uno di questi spettacoli venne notato da Jac Holzman, proprietario della Elektra Records, che lo mise sotto contratto, permettendogli di pubblicare nel dicembre del 1966 il suo primo LP, l’omonimo Tim Buckley. In supporto al disco cominciò un lungo tour negli Stati Uniti, durante il quale partecipò anche allo show televisivo di Johnny Carson.[7]

Nel 1967, ancora per l’Elektra, pubblicò Goodbye and Hello, disco fortemente influenzato dal folk rock di Bob Dylan e dal rock psichedelico in auge in quegli anni. L’album è considerato dalla critica il primo dei suoi capolavori.[8] I brani I Never Asked to Be Your Mountain e Once I Was verranno reinterpretati dal figlio Jeff durante il concerto in memoria del padre, tenutosi a New York il 26 aprile del 1991. Un altro brano, Morning Glory, verrà reinterpretato dalla band britannica This Mortal Coil nell’album del 1986 Filigree & Shadow. Anche a questo disco fece seguito un lungo tour, che giunse anche in Europa, dove si esibì per lo show radiofonico di John Peel.

Nel 1969 uscì il terzo album, Happy Sad, influenzato questa volta più dal jazz, in particolare da Miles Davis, con brani più dilatati rispetto al disco precedente. Anche questo lavoro è ben valutato dalla critica, nonostante lo scarso successo di vendite.[9]

Nello stesso anno rescisse il contratto con l’Elektra, passando alla Straight Records di Frank Zappa e del produttore Herb Cohen. Per questa etichetta pubblicò Blue Afternoon (1969). Nel 1970 uscì per l’Elektra l’album Lorca, che venne registrato contemporaneamente a Blue Afternoon.[10] Proprio Lorca è generalmente considerato dalla critica come l’album di passaggio fra il “periodo folk” di Goodbye and Hello e Happy Sad a quello “psichedelico” del successivo Starsailor.[11]

Nel 1970 realizzò e diede alle stampe Starsailor, disco più vicino alla sperimentazione, considerato da molti critici il suo massimo capolavoro e indubbiamente uno dei più ardui esperimenti sul canto mai realizzati.[12]In questo album è presente il brano Song to the Siren, probabilmente il più famoso di Buckley, la cui reinterpretazione della band inglese This Mortal Coil sull’album It’ll End in Tears del 1984 riscuoterà notevole successo. Il brano verrà inoltre reinterpretato nel 2002 da Robert Plant sul suo album Dreamland, nel 2009 da John Frusciante su The Empyrean e nel 2010 da Sinéad O’Connor.

In seguito allo scarso successo commerciale dei suoi dischi, dopo la pubblicazione di Starsailor Buckley sospese temporaneamente l’attività musicale, cadendo preda della depressione e sviluppando una dipendenza per l’alcool e le droghe. Inoltre, si dedica ad altre attività, come il cinema, scrivendo sceneggiature e recitando nel film mai uscito Why?, di Victor Stoloff.[13]

Nel 1972 vi fu il ritorno sulle scene con l’album Greetings from L.A., che virò il suono verso il funk,[14] a cui fecero seguito nel 1973 Sefronia e nel 1974 Look at the Fool, due album considerati dalla critica come il punto più basso della sua produzione.[15][16]

Tim Buckley morì la sera del 29 giugno 1975 a Santa Monica, in California, per overdose di eroina e alcool.[17]

http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tim_Buckley

 

Tim Buckley was born in Washington, D.C. on St. Valentine’s Day, to Elaine (née Scalia), an Italian American, and Timothy Charles Buckley Jr., a highly decoratedWorld War II veteran who was the son of Irish immigrants from Cork. He spent his early childhood in Amsterdam, New York, an industrial city approximately 40 miles northwest of Albany; at five years old he began listening to his mother’s progressive jazz recordings, particularly Miles Davis.

Buckley’s musical life began in earnest after his family moved to Bell Gardens in southern California in 1956. His grandmother introduced him to the work of Bessie Smith and Billie Holiday, his mother to Frank Sinatra and Judy Garland and his father to the country music of Hank Williams and Johnny Cash.[1] When the folk music revolution came around in the early 1960s, Buckley taught himself the banjo at age 13, and with several friends formed a folk group inspired by the Kingston Trio that played local high school events.[2]

During his initial high school years, Buckley was a popular and engaged student; he was elected to numerous offices, played on the baseball team and quarterbacked the football team.[3] During a football game he broke the first two fingers on his left hand, permanently damaging them. He later said that the injury prevented him from playing barre chords. This disability may have led to his use of extended chords, many of which don’t require barres.[4]

Buckley attended Loara High School in Anaheim, California,[5] which left him disillusioned. He quit football and cut classes regularly, focusing most of his attention on music instead. He befriended Larry Beckett, his future lyricist, and Jim Fielder, a bass player with whom he formed two separate musical groups, The Bohemians, who initially played popular music,[6] and The Harlequin 3, a folk group which regularly incorporatedspoken word and beat poetry into their gigs.[1]

In 1965, during French class, Buckley met Mary Guibert, one grade his junior. Their relationship inspired some of Buckley’s music, and provided him time away from his turbulent home life. His father had become unstable, angry and occasionally violent in his later years. He had suffered a serious head injury during the war; that, along with a severe work-related injury, was said to have affected his mental balance.[7]

Buckley and Guibert married on October 25, 1965, as Guibert believed she was pregnant.[3] The marriage angered Mary’s father and he did not attend the wedding; Buckley’s father attended, but joked to the priest, “I give it six months”. Shortly after the wedding Mary realized that she was not pregnant after all.

The marriage was tumultuous, and Buckley quickly moved out, but Mary soon became pregnant. After several months, Buckley found himself neither willing nor able to cope with marriage and impending fatherhood. From then on he and Mary only saw each other sporadically. They divorced in October 1966, about a month before their son Jeffrey Scott was born.[8]

By then, he and lyricist/friend Beckett had written dozens of songs; several were to appear on Tim’s debut album, Tim Buckley. “Buzzin’ Fly”, was also written during this period, and was featured on Happy Sad, his 1969 LP.[8]

Buckley’s ill-conceived college career at Fullerton College lasted only two weeks in 1965;[2][3] Buckley dropped out and dedicated himself fully to his music and to playing L.A. folk clubs. During the summer of 1965 he played regularly at a club co-founded by Dan Gordon. Later in the year he played various Orange County coffeehouses, such as the White Room in Buena Park, and the Monday night hootenannies at the famed Los Angeles Troubadour.[9] That year Cheetah Magazine deemed Buckley an up-and-comer, one of “The Orange County Three”, along with Steve Noonan and Jackson Browne.[1]

In February 1966, following a gig at L.A.’s It’s Boss, The Mothers of Invention‘s drummer Jimmy Carl Black recommended Buckley to Mothers manager, Herb Cohen. Cohen saw potential in Tim[2] and landed him an extended gig at the Nite Owl Cafe in Greenwich Village. Buckley’s new girlfriend, Jainie Goldstein, drove him cross-country to New York in her VW bug.[7] While living in the Bowery with Jainie, Buckley ran into Lee Underwood, and asked him to play guitar for him. From there, they became lifelong friends and collaborators.

Under Cohen’s management, Buckley recorded a six song demo acetate disc, which he sent to Elektra records owner Jac Holzman,[1][6] who offered him a recording contract.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tim_Buckley

Luce trovata – Light found


Luce trovata

Mosaici sbiaditi
scorrono
sotto le dita
del tempo
-Vita senza vita-

Icari stanchi
di volare
lasciano vuoto
il cielo
-Sogni senza sogni-

I colori
al tramonto
su tele nuove
gocciano
-Speranze perdute-

La notte
a respiro
rantolante
da inizio
-Buio che sovrasta-

Su nuvole
sospese
reale e irreale
danzano abbracciati
m e n t r e
La Luce rinasce

19.02.2002 Poetyca

Light found

Mosaics faded
flow
under your fingers
time
Life-without-life

Icarus tired
to fly
leave blank
the sky
Dreams-dreamless-

Colors
sunset
New on canvas
drop
Lost-hope-

The night
to breath
rattling
from the beginning
Dark-to above-

On clouds
suspended
real and unreal
embraced dance
w h  i l e
The light is reborn

19.02.2002 Poetyca

Brezza estiva – Summer breeze


Brezza estiva
Tremante sfiora
capelli e occhi
tiepida carezza
che illumina istanti
Ancora colora
antichi sogni
-mai morti-
ma solo in attesa
di voli festanti
Nel fremito lieve
si donano odori
e nel sorriso
si nutre il sentire
Ogni giorno è aurora
-nascenti palpiti-
non lasciano sola
la smagrita speranza
14.08.2002 Poetyca
Summer breeze


Almost trembling
hair and eyes
warm caress
illuminating moments
More color
old dreams
-Never-dead
but only on hold
flight jubilant
In mild tremor
give themselves odors
and smile
it feeds the feeling
Every day is dawn
Infant-beating-
do not leave alone
the emaciated hope
14.08.2002 Poetyca

Gioco – Game


Gioco

Parole:
Timide occhieggiano
fanno un inchino
e sotto gli occhi
scorrono.

Sinuose serpeggiano
a ritmo cadenzato
danzano e balbettano.

Mollemente accarezzano
ricordi e immagini
donando emozioni.

Congiungono e
coniugano
intere catene
regalando frasi e pensieri.

Senza fiato corrono
volando leggere
rivelando sogni e paure.

Spezzano e ingannano
regole e barriere
per esprimersi senza catene.

Alla virgola un respiro
senza fretta, cadenzato.
Prima del punto
il grande
arresto.

21.01.2002 Poetyca

Game

Words:
Timid peep
make a bow
and under the eyes
flow.

Sinuous meandering
to the rhythm
dance and stutter.

Gently caress
memories and images
giving emotions.

Join and
combine
Entire Chain
giving sentences and thoughts.

Run out of breath
flying light
revealing dreams and fears.

Spezzano and deceive
rules and barriers
to express themselves without chains.

At the point a breath
unhurried, rhythmic.
Before point
the great
arrest.

Radure – Glades


Radure

In efficaci radure
c o l g o
macchie di colore
respiro ribelle
che ruba
e b b r e z z e
-forma di un fiore-
pennello i sogni
in estasi lieve
e f f l u v i
e radunando i passi
mi porto della natura
impronte scolpite

10.07.2002 Poetyca

Glades

In clearings effective
I take
color spots
breath rebel
stealing
intoxication
-Shape of a flower-
brush dreams
in mild ecstasy
effluvia
and gathering steps
I bring nature
carved footprints

10.07.2002 Poetyca