Risultati della ricerca per: 2009

In un pugno – In a punch


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In un pugno

Corazza di luce
avvolgi il mio respiro
proteggi e respingi
ogni ombra

Stretto come pugno
 il mio cuore è roccia
 forza viva
che mai abbandona

Resto in ascolto
conto i passi
ed assecondo
movimento ed attesa

Forza e dolcezza
sasso e acqua
piuma e roccia
leggera e costante

Custodisco
all’interno del pugno
verità e giustizia
per questo confuso mondo

Mi metto controvento
così tutta la polvere
delle altrui inquietudini
prende il largo a vola via

Avvolta come in un manto
nessuno può rubare
la vera essenza
di questo andare

19.09.2014 Poetyca

In a punch

Armor of light
wrap my breath
protect and repel
every shadow

Tight as fist
my heart is rock
living force
who never abandons

Rest in listening
account the distance
and seconded
movement and waiting

Strength and gentleness
stone and water
feather and rock
light and constant

I guard
within the fist
truth and justice
for this confused world

I’m going upwind
so all the dust
of others’ concerns
takes off to fly away

Wrapped in a blanket as
no one can steal
the true essence
of this going

19/09/2014 Poetyca

Willy DeVille


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Willy DeVille nasce come William Borsay a Stamford, nel Connecticut (assumerà il nome di Willy DeVille nel 1975). Sua nonna materna era un’irochese; inoltre, è di discendenza basca e irlandese. Per dirla con le sue parole, “Un po’ di questo e un po’ di quello; un vero cane randagio”[2] Lascia la scuola al suo decimo anno di studi [3]e inizia a frequentare il Lower East Side e il West Village, a Manhattan. “Sembrava che non facessi altro che girare senza meta. Volevo suonare, ma non mi sembrava di trovare l’ambiente giusto. C’erano parecchie band di rock psichedelico, ma non erano fatte per me”[4] In questo periodo, gli interessi di DeVille erano indirizzati principalmente verso il blues, e in particolar modo verso John P. Hammond, Muddy Waters e John Lee Hooker.[5][6]

DeVille lascia allora la sua band “Billy and the Kids” e prova a raggiungere Londra, in cerca di musicisti con le sue stesse idee, ma non riesce a trovarne. Torna quindi a New York, dopo due anni di assenza.[7] La sua band successiva, i “Royal Pythons” (“una gang trasformata in gruppo musicale”[8]) rimase un altro tentativo senza successo.

Dopo alcuni pellegrinaggi si ferma a San Francisco, dove forma un gruppo con il bassista Ruben Siguenza e il batterista Tom “Manfred” Allen. Il gruppo suona sotto i nomi di “Billy DeSade & the Marquis” e “The Lazy Eights” prima di trovare il nome “Mink DeVille”. Dopo un po’ di tempo DeVille porta la band a New York, dove viene assunto il chitarrista Louis X. Erlanger, le cui abilità nel campo degli arrangiamenti aiutano ulteriormente il processo di perfezionamento del sound del gruppo. Nel 1981, quando esce il quarto album dei “Mink DeVille”, Coup de Grâce, tutti i componenti originali del gruppo, escludendo Willy, se ne sono già andati. Nel 1987 DeVille inizia a registrare sotto il proprio nome.

DeVille ha recitato in due film negli anni ottanta, rivestendo prima il ruolo di un truffatore in “Va Banque” (1986) e poi di una guardia del corpo in “Homeboy“, nel 1988. Nel corso della sua vita ha sofferto a lungo di dipendenza da droga, cosa che ha danneggiato seriamente la sua carriera. Possedeva abitazioni a New Orleans e nel Mississippi.

Una sua canzone, Demasiado corazón, è stata scelta come sigla della trasmissione televisiva italiana Zelig.

Il suo gruppo, inoltre, ha suonato a lungo al CBGB, lo storico nightclub newyorkese in cui ebbe origine il punk rock intorno agli anni settanta. A New Orleans, luogo in cui si trasferì nel 1988, diede un contributo importante al tentativo di dare nuova importanza al R&B locale. I suoi testi profondi e i legami con i ritmi tipici della musica latina hanno portato alla definizione di un nuovo genere di musica, chiamata Ispanico-americana.[9] Ha raggiunto la notorietà in Europa, mentre non fu particolarmente conosciuto negli Stati Uniti.

Nel 1994 è ospite musicale in una puntata della trasmissione satirica Tunnel con Serena Dandini (dove poco tempo prima lo avevano preceduto i Nirvana) ed esegue Cadillac Walk, prestandosi poi per qualche istante ai siparietti scherzosi di Corrado Guzzanti, Adolfo Margiotta, Maurizio Crozza e Carla Signoris.

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

Willy DeVille (August 25, 1950 – August 6, 2009) was an American singer and songwriter. During his thirty-five-year career, first with his band Mink DeVille (1974–1986) and later on his own, Deville created original songs rooted in traditional American musical styles. He worked with collaborators from across the spectrum of contemporary music, including Jack Nitzsche, Doc Pomus, Dr. John, Mark Knopfler, Allen Toussaint, and Eddie Bo. Latin rhythms, blues riffs, doo-wop, Cajun music, strains of Frenchcabaret, and echoes of early-1960s uptown soul can be heard in DeVille’s work.

Mink DeVille was a house band at CBGB, the historic New York City nightclub where punk rock was born in the mid-1970s. DeVille helped redefine the Brill Building sound. In 1987 his song “Storybook Love” was nominated for an Academy Award. After his move to New Orleans in 1988, he helped spark the roots revival of classic New Orleans R&B. His soulful lyrics and explorations in Latin rhythms and sounds helped define a new musical style sometimes called “Spanish-Americana”.[1]

DeVille died of pancreatic cancer on August 6, 2009 in a New York hospital. He was 58 years old.[2][3][4] Although his commercial success waxed and waned over the years, his legacy as a songwriter has influenced many other musicians such as Mark Knopfler and Peter Wolf.

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

Nuovo incontro – New meeting


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Nuovo incontro

I giorni
scorrono
come grani
di rosari
consunti
tra le dita
senza fretta
sempre uguali
Impalpabile
polvere dorata
tutto ricopre
tutto cattura
ed è attesa
sono attimi
a dare senso
a questa magia
Gli occhi
guardano
senza vedere
mentre il cuore
spalancato
si sintonizza
allo sbocciare
di un nuovo incontro

12.10.2015 Poetyca

New meeting

The days
flow
as grain
rosary
consumed
between the fingers
no hurry
always equal
impalpable
gold dust
It covers everything
all captures
and it is waiting
are moments
to give way
this spell
The eyes look
without seeing
while the heart
gaping
tunes
the blossoming
another meeting
12/10/2015 Poetyca

Siamo – We are


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Siamo

Siamo tutti bimbi, relegati in un angolo.
Siamo tutti in attesa di una voce,
di un richiamo o di qualcuno
che con un sorriso ci stringa la mano.

Siamo adulti che non ricordano più
il sapore di un dolce antico
il suono di una canzoncina
il cuore che era in attesa di una carezza.

Oggi fuggiamo, rincorriamo il futuro
e dimentichiamo la nostra antica storia
raccolta in un sacchetto di carta,
abbandonato su di una panchina
dove non andiamo a giocare più.

Ci manca la presenza amica,
le voci in cortile e gli attimi eterni
quando si giocava tutti insieme.
Senza vere sconfitte e con il coraggio
che usciva dalle tasche con la fionda
o con quegli occhi sognanti
che sapevano sempre sperare.

Siamo bambini silenti
che non raccontano più
storie fantastiche e ricchi momenti
perchè sembrerebbe ridicolo
in un mondo che non ci lascia giocare.

© Poetyca

We are

We are all children, relegated to a corner.
We are all waiting for a voice,
of a recall or someone
who squeezes our hand with a smile.
We are adults who no longer remember
the taste of an ancient dessert
the sound of a song
the heart that was waiting for a caress.
Today we flee, we chase the future
and we forget our ancient history
collected in a paper bag,
abandoned on a bench
where we don’t go to play anymore.
We miss the friendly presence,
the voices in the courtyard and the eternal moments
when we all played together.
Without real defeats and with courage
that came out of the pockets with the sling
or with those dreamy eyes
who always knew how to hope.
We are silent children
that no longer tell
fantastic stories and rich moments
because it would seem ridiculous
in a world that doesn’t let us play.

© Poetyca

Una perla la giorno – Lao Tzu


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“Rispetta la vincita del tuo prossimo
come se fosse la tua,
e la sconfitta del tuo prossimo
come se fosse la tua”

Lao Tzu T’ai Shang Kan Ying P’ien 213-218.

“Respect the winning your next
as if it were your own,
and the defeat of your next
as if it were your own “

Lao Tzu T’ai Shang Kan Ying P’ien 213-218.

Ultravox


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Gli Ultravox sono un gruppo di musica new wave formato a Londra nel 1973. All’inizio della loro carriera, il nome del gruppo era Ultravox! (col punto esclamativo finale), per richiamare quello dei tedeschi Neu!, e tale rimase per i primi due album.

La carriera del gruppo viene marcatamente divisa in due periodi, ossia quello dal 1974 al 1979, guidato dal leader John Foxx, e quello dal 1979 al 1988, segnato dal suo sostituto Midge Ure.

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

Ultravox (formerly known as Ultravox!) are a British new wave band, formed in London in 1974 as Tiger Lily. Between 1980–86, they scored seven Top Ten albums and seventeen Top 40 singles in the UK, the most successful of which was their 1981 hit “Vienna”.

The band has been led by two different frontmen who never played together in the band at the same time. From 1974 until 1979, singer John Foxx was frontman and the main driving force behind Ultravox. Foxx left the band to embark on a solo career and, following his departure, with the three remaining members in hiatus, Midge Ure took over as lead singer, guitarist and frontman in 1980 after he and keyboardist Billy Currie worked in the studio project Visage. Ure revitalised the band and steered it to commercial success lasting until the mid-1980s. Ure left the band in 1987 after establishing his own solo career and the group disbanded for a while. A new line-up, led by Currie, was formed in 1992, but achieved little success.

The band’s best-known line-up of Currie, Ure, bassist Chris Cross and drummer Warren Cann reformed in 2008 and performed a series of reunion shows in 2009 and 2010 before releasing a new studio album, Brill!ant, in May 2012. In November 2013, Ultravox performed as special guests on a four date UK arena tour with Simple Minds.

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

Una perla al giorno – Sri Ramana


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Nel centro della grotta del cuore
l puro Brahman solo risplende
direttamente nella forma dell’Io come ” io-io”.
Entra nel cuore con mente ricercante,
e dissolvendo (l’ego) mediante il controllo del respiro,
dimora nell’Io.

Sri Ramana

In the center of the cave of the heart
the pure Brahman alone shines
directly in the form of the ego as “I-I”.
Enters the heart with mind researching,
and dissolving (the ego) through breath control,
dwelling in the ego.

                               Sri Ramana

David Sylvian Anthology 1987-2011


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David Sylvian, al secolo David Alan Batt (Beckenham, 23 febbraio 1958), è un cantante, musicista compositore britannico, noto per essere stato frontman della bandJapan e per la sua carriera solista, improntata ad una musica sofisticata e sperimentale.

Dal 1978 al 1983 è stato la voce dei Japan, band londinese nata dal Glam rock/New wave che negli ultimi album, da Gentlemen Take Polaroids fino a Tin Drum, si cimenterà in sonorità ispirate alla musica giapponese, grazie anche alla collaborazione di Ryūichi Sakamoto.

Ha poi intrapreso una carriera da solista tra musica elettronica, rock progressivo e ambient music. Ha collaborato con Sakamoto, Robert Fripp (negli album The First Daye Damage: live), Bill Nelson, Holger Czukay (con il quale ha inciso Flux And Mutability e Plight And Premoniton), Christian Fennesz, Mark Isham, Jon Hassell, David Torn,Chris Vrenna, Blonde Redhead, Virginia Astley, Arve Henriksen, Joan Wasser e molti altri.

Tra i suoi lavori si annoverano gli album Brilliant Trees, Gone to Earth, Secrets of the Beehive (considerato da molti la sua pietra miliare), The First Day (in collaborazione con Robert Fripp), Dead Bees on a Cake, Blemish e Snow Borne Sorrow con il progetto Nine Horses. La sua musica viene definita “intimista”, “minimalista” o “rock postmoderno”.

Ha scritto una canzone dal titolo For the Love of Life per l’adattamento in anime del manga Monster di Naoki Urasawa, di cui diviene la sigla di chiusura per la prima metà della serie.

Per Manafon del 2009 David Sylvian ha collaborato con Evan Parker, John Tilbury, Keith Rowe, Christian Fennesz, Yoshihide Otomo e altri.

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

David Sylvian (born David Alan Batt, 23 February 1958) is an English singer-songwriter and musician who came to prominence in the late 1970s as the lead vocalist and main songwriter in the group Japan. His subsequent solo work is described by AllMusic critic Jason Ankeny as “a far-ranging and esoteric career that encompassed not only solo projects but also a series of fascinating collaborative efforts.”[1] Sylvian’s solo work has been influenced by a variety of musical styles and genres, includingjazz, avant-garde, ambient, electronic, and progressive rock.

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

Sul silenzio – About silence – Jein Klein


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Sul silenzio
Il silenzio è la nostra vera natura. Ciò che siamo è fondamentalmente
solo silenzio. Il silenzio è libero da inizio e da fine. Esisteva
prima dell’inizio di tutte le cose. È senza causa. La sua grandezza
sta nel fatto che semplicemente è.
Nel silenzio tutti gli oggetti hanno il loro fondamento. È la luce che
crea gli oggetti, che li plasma e li forma. Tutti i movimenti, tutte
le attività sono armonizzate dal silenzio. Il silenzio non è opposto
al rumore. È al di là del positivo e del negativo. Il silenzio
dissolve tutti gli oggetti. Non è connesso ad alcuna controparte che
appartenga alla mente. Il silenzio non ha niente a che fare con la
mente. Non può essere definito, ma può essere sentito direttamente
perché è la nostra intimità.
Il silenzio è libertà senza restrizione e senza centro. È la nostra
interezza, non è né dentro né fuori dal corpo. Il silenzio è gioioso,
non gradevole. Non è psicologico. È sentire senza colui che sente. Il
silenzio non ha bisogno di intermediari. Il silenzio è sacro. Il
silenzio sa guarire. Non c’è paura nel silenzio. Il silenzio è
autonomo come l’amore e la bellezza. È intoccato dal tempo. Il
silenzio è meditazione, senza alcuna intenzione, senza colui che
medita. Il silenzio è l’assenza in se stessa o il silenzio è l’assenza
dell’assenza. Il suono che viene dal silenzio è musica. Ogni attività
che nasce dal silenzio è creativa. È un costante e nuovo inizio.
Il silenzio precede la parola, la poesia, la musica, e tutte le arti.
Il silenzio è il terreno di ogni attività creativa. Ciò che è
veramente creativo è parola, è verità. Il silenzio è la parola. Il
silenzio è verità. Chi dimora nel silenzio vive in costante offerta,
in preghiera senza richiesta, in gratitudine, in costante amore.
Jein Klein

About silence
Silence is our true nature. What we are is fundamentally
only silence. Silence is clear from the beginning and the end. there was
before the beginning of all things. It is without a cause. His greatness
lies in the fact that simply is.
In the silence of all the objects have their foundation. It is the light that
creates objects, which shapes them and form them. All movements, all
activities are harmonized by silence. Silence is not the opposite
to noise. It is beyond the positive and the negative. the silence
dissolves all objects. It is not connected to any counterparty
belongs to the mind. The silence has nothing to do with the
mind. Can not be defined, but can be heard directly
because it is our intimacy.
Silence is freedom without restriction and without a center. It is our
entirety, is neither inside nor outside the body. Silence is joyful,
not pleasant. It is psychological. You feel that no one hears. the
silence did not need any. Silence is golden. the
silence knows heal. There is no fear in silence. Silence is
as self-love and beauty. It is untouched by time. the
silence is meditation, no intention, no one who
meditate. Silence is the absence itself or silence is the absence
absence. The sound of silence is music. every activity
that comes from silence is creative. It is a constant and a new beginning.
The silence precedes the word, poetry, music, and all the arts.
Silence is the ground of all creative activity. What is
really creative word is truth. The silence is the word. the
Silence is truth. He who abides in silence lives in constant supply,
in prayer without request, in gratitude, in steadfast love.
Jein Klein

Una Perla al giorno – Bhagavad Gita V, 15-16


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Dio non partecipa alle buone e alle cattive azioni di una persona:
il giudizio è obnubilato quando la saggezza è oscurata dall’ignoranza;
ma l’ignoranza viene distrutta dalla conoscenza della propria vera natura.

Bhagavad Gita V, 15-16

God does not take part to the good and bad deeds of a person:
judgment is clouded when wisdom is obscured by ignorance;
but ignorance is destroyed by the knowledge of their true nature.

Bhagavad Gita V, 15-16

ERIC CLAPTON Live at Budokan, Tokyo, 2001


Eric Patrick Clapton (IPA: [ˈɛɹɪk ˈpætɹɪk ˈklæptən]; Ripley, 30 marzo 1945) è un cantautore, chitarrista e compositore britannico.

Soprannominato «Slowhand» («Mano lenta») e «God» («Dio»), definito da Chuck Berry «The Man of the Blues» («l’uomo del blues»), Clapton è annoverato fra i chitarristi
blues e rock più famosi e influenti.

Nell’arco della sua lunga carriera, ha collaborato con altri artisti acclamati e ha militato in numerosi gruppi (The Yardbirds, John Mayall & the Bluesbreakers, Cream,
Blind Faith, Delaney & Bonnie, Derek and the Dominos) prima di affermarsi come solista, sperimentando nel corso degli anni svariati stili musicali, dal blues di matrice
tradizionale al rock psichedelico, dal reggae al pop rock.

https://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eric_Clapton
Eric Patrick Clapton, CBE (born 30 March 1945), is an English rock and blues guitarist, singer and songwriter. He is the only three-time inductee to the Rock and Roll
Hall of Fame: once as a solo artist and separately as a member of the Yardbirds and Cream. Clapton has been referred to as one of the most important and influential
guitarists of all time.[1] Clapton ranked second in Rolling Stone magazine’s list of the “100 Greatest Guitarists of All Time”[2] and fourth in Gibson’s “Top 50
Guitarists of All Time”.[3] He was also named number five in Time magazine’s list of “The 10 Best Electric Guitar Players” in 2009 [4]

In the mid-1960s, Clapton left the Yardbirds to play blues with John Mayall & the Bluesbreakers. Immediately after leaving Mayall, Clapton formed the power trio Cream
with drummer Ginger Baker and bassist Jack Bruce, in which Clapton played sustained blues improvisations and “arty, blues-based psychedelic pop”.[5] Furthermore, he
formed blues rock band Blind Faith with Baker, Steve Winwood, and Ric Grech. For most of the 1970s, Clapton’s output bore the influence of the mellow style of JJ Cale
and the reggae of Bob Marley. His version of Marley’s “I Shot the Sheriff” helped reggae reach a mass market.[6] Two of his most popular recordings were “Layla”,
recorded with Derek and the Dominos; and Robert Johnson’s “Crossroads”, recorded with Cream. Following the death of his son Conor in 1991, Clapton’s grief was expressed
in the song “Tears in Heaven”, which featured in his Unplugged album.

Clapton has been the recipient of 18 Grammy Awards, and the Brit Award for Outstanding Contribution to Music. In 2004, he was awarded a CBE at Buckingham Palace for
services to music.[7][8][9] In 1998, Clapton, a recovering alcoholic and drug addict, founded the Crossroads Centre on Antigua, a medical facility for recovering
substance abusers.

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

Una Perla al giorno – Sri Mata Amritanandamayi Devi


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La forza di un ciclone può sradicare alberi
e far crollare edifici,
ma per quanto impetuoso possa essere,
esso non può far nulla ad un umile filo d’erba.
Questa è la grandezza dell’umiltà, figli miei.

Sri Mata Amritanandamayi Devi

 

The strength of a hurricane can uproot trees
and bring down buildings,
but what can be impetuous,
it can not do anything to a humble blade of grass.
This is the greatness of humility, my children.

Sri Mata Amritanandamayi Devi

A volte è possibile – Sometimes it is possible



A volte è possibile

 

A volte possiamo rubare le stelle,
ricamare di colori la nostra vita,
rincorrere con gioia speranze
per afferrare un respiro ancora.

A volte possiamo sognare
senza dover mai chiedere nulla
perchè basta smettere di piangere
per accogliere il volo di una farfalla.

A volte basta placare le paure
e spalancare una porta arrugginita
che credevamo invalicabile confine
per ritrovare il senso della nostra ricerca.

A volte…ma anche adesso è possibile
se spalanchi con gioia le tue braccia
e come un bambino rincorri fantasie
sul tappeto della tua bellissima anima.

© Poetyca

 
Sometimes you can

Sometimes we can steal the stars,
Embroidery color our lives,
chasing joyfully hopes
to grab a breath yet.

Sometimes we can dream
without ever asking for anything
why just stop crying
to accommodate the flight of a butterfly.

Sometimes you just calm the fears
and open a rusty door
we thought insurmountable border
to rediscover the meaning of our research.

Sometimes … but now you can
If your arms open wide with joy
and like a child running after fantasies
on the carpet of your beautiful soul.

© Poetyca

Addio – Goodbye


Immagine di Giuseppe Bustone

Addio

Lontano fino dove
giunge il mio immaginare

rimane a me attaccata
umana sensazione

che lentamente accorcia
le distanze fra mente e cuore

didascaliche e senza fotografie
le mie rimembranze

che anche di te mi parlano

Tu così lontana

ormai matura
ti ritrovo

perfidamente
immagino ancora
di riabbracciare

le tue ormai cadenti
curve che perfette
furono.

Giuseppe Bustone

Dido


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Dido Florian Cloud De Bounevialle O’Malley Armstrong (Londra, 25 dicembre 1971) è una cantante britannica, nota semplicemente come Dido.
Dido nasce al St. Mary Abbots Hospital a Kensington, Londra, dalla madre Clare Collins, poetessa, e dal padre William O’Malley Armstrong, editore e manager di origine irlandese. Cresciuta studiando e ascoltando musica classica, a sei anni inizia a frequentare la London Guildhall School Of Music, dove studia pianoforte e violino. Grazie anche all’influenza del fratello Rowland Constantine (detto Rollo), futuro leader del gruppo pop Faithless, entra in contatto con i generi musicali più svariati; comincia quindi a fare esperienza come cantante in varie band, prima di entrare nei Faithless nel ruolo di seconda vocalist. Con il gruppo parteciperà alla registrazione di Reverence (1996) e di Sunday 8pm (1998).
Nel 1995 Dido comincia a scrivere anche materiale proprio traendone varie demo, che, riunite in una raccolta intitolata Odds & Ends pubblicata su cd, catturano l’attenzione dell’Arista Records, portando alla firma di un contratto con Dido negli USA. Delle canzoni incluse in Odds & Ends, Take my hand è stata inclusa come bonus track in tutte le edizioni di No Angel, Sweet eyed baby è stata remixata e reintitolata Don’t think of me, mentre Worthless e Me sono state incluse solo nell’edizione giapponese.
https://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dido_(cantante)
Dido Florian Cloud de Bounevialle O’Malley Armstrong, known as Dido (/ˈdaɪdoʊ/, born 25 December 1971), is a British singer and songwriter. Dido attained international success with her debut album No Angel (1999). It sold over 21 million copies worldwide,[3] and won several awards, including the MTV Europe Music Award for Best New Act, two NRJ Awards for Best New Act and Best Album, and two Brit Awards for Best British Female and Best Album. Her next album, Life for Rent (2003), continued her success with the hit singles “White Flag” and “Life for Rent”.
Dido’s first two albums are among the best-selling albums in UK Chart history, and both are in the top 10 best-selling albums of the 2000s in the UK. Her third studio album, Safe Trip Home (2008), received critical acclaim but failed to duplicate the commercial success of her previous efforts.[5] She was nominated for an Academy Award for the song “If I Rise”. Dido was ranked No. 98 on the Billboard chart of the top Billboard 200 artists of the 2000s (2000–2009) based on the success of her albums in the first decade of the 21st century.[7] Dido made a comeback in 2013, releasing her fourth studio album Girl Who Got Away, which reached the Top 5 in the United Kingdom.

Ballata di sogni


Ballata di sogni

Ballata di sogni
e di aliti del cuore
tra candite ali
che colorano il respiro
Musica arcana
che segna il sorriso
di chi ascolta senza rumore
il filo sottile della vita
che viene incontro
a passi felpati
ad accarezzare
lembi di cielo
nello spazio profondo
che cancella la notte
ed illumina nuova aurora

27.11.2011 Poetyca


Ballad of dreams

Ballad of dreams
and breaths of the heart
between candied wings
that color your breath
Music arcane
which marks the smile
of the listener without noise
the slender thread of life
that meets
on tiptoe
to caress
patches of sky
deep space
that erases the night
and illuminates new dawn

27.11.2011 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. 

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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

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Il tuo Angelo – Your Angel


Il tuo Angelo

E’ lì che guarda,conosce tutto e legge nel cuore,
vede scivolare lacrime e nulla chiede…
Si crede dimenticato,forse mai cercato
ma non potrebbe mostrare nulla,
non potrebbe scaldarti il cammino
se non cerchi la sua strada:
fatta di soffi ed emozioni,
inaspettata forza e cose senza spiegazione.
Cercalo riflesso in un sorriso,nelle parole
che scivolano nel cuore in un sogno vivido :
è lui…Il tuo Angelo.

17.01.2003 Poetyca

Your Angel

He is there watching, he knows everything and reads in the heart,
see slide tears and asks nothing …
It is believed forgotten, perhaps never tried
but could not display anything,
could not warm up the path
if not looking his way;
made of puffs and emotions,
strength and unexpected things without explanation.
Seek reflected in a smile, in the words
slipping in the heart in a vivid dream:
… he is your angel.

17.01.2003 Poetyca

Viola – Violet


Viola

Seduta sul bordo del suo lettino Viola attendeva che la mamma arrivasse, anche questa volta aveva fatto un brutto sogno e dopo aver sudato tanto, compreso che si trattava solo un sogno, aveva chiamato la mamma perché l’abbracciasse e le raccontasse una delle sue bellissime storie.

Non era facile per Viola di soli cinque anni capire come mai non tutti erano capaci di fare cose che lei faceva spontaneamente e non aveva intenzione di dare preoccupazione alle persone , solo che non capiva cosa era possibile manifestare e cosa era meglio trattenere o fare solo quando nessuno guardava, come accaduto la mattina prima, quando in giardino aveva visto una farfalla battere inesorabilmente e con grande fatica le ali, era davvero un grande sforzo per lei volare di nuovo.

Viola  indicò  quella povera farfalla al nonno e la bambina disse  che voleva aiutala a volare, il nonno spiegò che aveva volato tanto ma ora era il tempo di un lungo sonno, che per tutti arriva la fatica e quel sonno, che ci sono cose che accadono e che non si può reagire, lei non avrebbe potuto fare nulla!

Eppure Viola sentiva quel solletico sulla punta delle dita, sentiva quel calore e vedeva intorno alla farfalla un alone colorato che stava per spegnersi, perché non offrire un poco dei suoi colori alla farfalla? In fondo aveva dato gioia al cielo e ai fiori!

Viola disse al nonno di non preoccuparsi, ci avrebbe pensato lei! Il nonno sorrise per il candore e la convinzione di quella bimbetta, così simile nell’esprimere i sogni che la sua mamma faceva da piccola, lei che inventava fiabe ed era solitaria, seria e attenta a tutto. Quanta fatica per aiutarla a cambiare perché i sogni non servono a nulla nella vita e si deve essere concreti.

Viola si avvicinò alla farfalla, la prese delicatamente e la adagiò sul palmo della mano sinistra mente con la mano destra compiva degli strani movimenti circolari intorno alle ali della farfalla, il nonno guardava stupito e scettico, preoccupato della imminente delusione che la piccola Viola avrebbe avuto a breve.

Restava in silenzio, pronto a cercare parole adatte, ad accogliere le lacrime della bambina. Trascorsero pochi attimi e  come una piccola nuvola azzurrina apparve avvolgendo la farfalla, il nonno credeva di avere delle allucinazioni perché immediatamente dopo la farfalla iniziò a muovere le ali e a volare intorno alla bambina disegnando alcuni ghirigori festanti.

Come era possibile? Si trattava di una particolare coincidenza?

Eppure solo pochi minuti prima quella farfalla era disidratata e morta, certamente non era così colorata e viva come adesso!

La bimba aveva un’aria soddisfatta e a guardare il viso serio e stupito del nonno  si rese conto che forse aveva fatto qualcosa di sbagliato, almeno per il nonno e chiese: – Nonno sono stata cattiva? Perché i tuoi occhi mi stanno rimproverando?

Cosa ho fatto di sbagliato?

Il nonno non sapeva cosa rispondere, quello allora era un prodigio se la bambina era consapevole di avere fatto qualcosa per cambiare la realtà della farfalla, l’unica cosa che riuscì a chiedere fu: – Ma dove hai imparato? Sei così piccina, come hai fatto?

La bimba sgranò gli occhi :

–          Perché nonno tu non lo sai fare?

–         No piccola mia io non sono capace, nessuno mi ha insegnato o forse ..non ho mai provato perché non credevo possibile una cosa del genere. Comunque piccola mia forse è meglio non dire questo alla mamma, potrebbe preoccuparsi e se proprio devi fare queste cose, stai molto attenta che non ti veda nessuno!

Viola percepì ancora una volta come il nonno fosse turbato e che lei ne era la causa, allora disse al nonno di rilassarsi e di non essere preoccupato perché lei avrebbe fatto attenzione, non lo avrebbe detto neppure a Francy la sua migliore amica.

Il sogno era stato davvero spaventoso, una grossa nube scura si stava spostando e con dei vortici che sembravano tentacoli cercava di penetrare nelle case, nei boschi e dove arrivava sotto forma di nebbia cambiava l’aspetto delle cose; alberi e rocce, fiumi e mari, tutto sembrava perdere vita, come un contenitore vuoto, senza più energia, la gente sembrava non avere volontà ed agiva senza riflettere.

Nel suo sogno le farfalle, gli uccelli, i pesci e le voci di altri bambini come lei, così sensibili e speciali sembrava la chiamassero per portare aiuto e per riportare energie colorate a quel disastro.

Quel sogno appariva così vero! Infine la farfalla che la mattina prima l’aveva ringraziata con la danza del cuore le appariva e le diceva che per gratitudine le avrebbe presentato la fatina del giardino e che con lei avrebbe potuto aiutare piante e d insetti, animali ed esseri umani, ma non sarebbe stata sola, altre fatine avevano l’incarico di parlare con altri bambini e si sarebbero tutti incontrati, che una missione la stava attendendo.

Viola si svegliò perché quella brutta visione della nube la faceva sentire come senza fiato, come avrebbe potuto aiutare tutti lei che era tanto piccola?

Poi ricordò come il nonno fosse preoccupato e cercò la mamma per capire cosa stesse accadendo.

La mamma arrivò, semi addormentata ma calma, chiese cosa fosse accaduto e cosa la bambina avesse sognato di tanto brutto.

Ascoltò attenta, sebbene la bambina non sapesse come fare per dire che nel sogno era stata richiesta per aiutare , ma che il nonno che aveva assistito al volo della farfalla era preoccupato.

Viola disse che era stato un sogno brutto, che era presente una brutta nuvola che si sentiva soffocare per questo ma che alcune cose erano difficili da capire per la mamma come lo erano per il nonno, che forse qualcosa di sbagliato era nelle sue mani.

La mamma accarezzò la fronte della bambina e le stampò un bacio, seduta sul letto, con la manina stretta alla sua, le disse di non temere, che la mamma non aveva mai pensato che lei potesse essere sbagliata, che anzi, da quando lei era nel pancione e la mamma sentiva i suoi calcetti sapeva come quella fosse stata una bimba speciale che sognava spesso e come alla nascita la piccola Viola fosse esattamente come nel sogno, persino il piccolo neo a forma di cuore sul pancino!

Le disse che anche lei quando era una bambina per molte persone poteva apparire strana, ricca di fantasia, solitaria e che solo se immersa nella natura si sentiva bene.

Solo che aveva dovuto mettere da parte ogni sogno, ogni fiaba per essere come altri volevano e solo ora, con la piccola Viola poteva raccontare le sue favole e le sue sensazioni che altri non avrebbero compreso. Dunque di non temere perché la mamma sapeva quanto lei fosse speciale.

La bimba allora, ritrovata fiducia le disse della farfalla e la mamma sorrise, le disse del sogno e di come dovesse l’indomani andare in giardino a ricercare la farfalla e come questa le avrebbe fatto conoscere la fatina del giardino.

La mamma sorrise ancora, sembrava le credesse e la bimba si rilassò, chiedendo un bicchiere d’acqua e una favola nuova.

La mamma andò in cucina e prese l’acqua con sé e lì per lì inventò una favola che parlava dei sogni dei bambini, di come ogni sogno ricco di bellezza, di purezza e di amore fosse energia colorata che salva il mondo, che tante cose invece sono capaci di inaridire la vita, soprattutto non saper sognare o avere paura di farlo,di come tante cose possano invece contaminare e distruggere la bellezza e la Natura, perché si perde il rispetto e si è sordi alla voce del cuore.

La bimba comprese come la mamma le stesse indicando di credere in se stessa, di non farsi influenzare delle cose che spesso i grandi dicono perché hanno perso quella fiducia e camminano su una strada che ha perso colori.

Il mattino dopo Viola e la sua mamma andarono in giardino insieme, mano nella mano, sorridenti e piene di speranze.

Improvvisamente apparve la farfalla, ma a guardarla meglio era una fatina minuscola che emanava grazia e colori, ovunque battesse le sue piccole ali folate di polvere di stelle sprizzavano allegramente e con la sua piccola bacchetta magica fece dei ghirigori e disse con una vocina dolcissima a Viola che lei non doveva mai smettere di manifestare quelle sue doti speciali, che l’intero mondo ne aveva bisogno e se persone tristi e scettiche preferivano restare cieche, lei e altri bambini che presto avrebbe conosciuto non devono fermarsi ma portare avanti l’Opera dalle Bellezza e del Cuore Puro, per salvare la terra da quella nube velenosa che lei aveva sognato.

L’appuntamento era nel parco, un centinaio di bambini venuti da ogni parte del mondo avevano fatto dei sogni di vita, di speranza e di bellezza ed ora, con i genitori che attraverso di loro avevano capito come si stessero dimenticando il valore profondo delle  cose, finalmente si sarebbero incontrati.

Quanta emozione e quanti abbracci! Finalmente si poteva regalare luce e colori alla Natura morente per fermare le nubi tossiche della violenza e del rancore per portare pace e compassione nel Mondo.

Viola era felice, raggiante e vibrava alla medesima frequenza di quei bambini.

Tutto stava per iniziare.

© Poetyca

Violet

Sitting on the edge of his bed Viola waited for her mother arrived, this time he had a bad dream, and after sweating so much, including that it was only a dream, because her mother had called the hug and tell her one of her beautiful histories.

It was not easy for Viola just five years to understand why not everyone was able to do things that she did voluntarily and was not going to give concern to people, just do not understand what was possible to demonstrate and to retain what was best or only when doing no one was looking, as happened in the morning before, in the garden when he saw a butterfly beating relentlessly and with great difficulty the wings, was really a great effort for her to fly again.

Purple Butterfly indicated that poor girl and her grandfather said he wanted to help her fly, explained that his grandfather had flown a lot but now it was time for a long sleep, that for all the hard work and get that sleep, that there are things that happen and that we can not respond, she could not do anything!

Yet Viola felt that tickled my fingertips, feeling the heat and saw the glow around the butterfly that was about to go out, why not offer a little of its color to the butterfly? In the end he gave joy to the sky and the flowers!

Viola told his grandfather not to worry, she would have done! The grandfather smiled for the candor and conviction of that little girl, so like to express the dreams that his mother was a child, she was lonely and invented tales, serious and attentive to everything. How much effort to help change that dreams serve no purpose in life and you must be concrete.

Viola went to the butterfly, took it gently and laid him on the left palm with his right hand He made the mind of strange circular motions around the wings of the butterfly, the grandfather looked surprised and skeptical, worried about the impending disappointment that little Violet would short.

He remained silent, ready to seek appropriate words, to accept the tears of a child. They spent a few moments and appeared as a small blue cloud enveloping the butterfly, the grandfather thought he had hallucinations because immediately after the butterfly began to move his wings and fly around the little girl drawing a few squiggles revelers.

How was this possible? This was a particular coincidence?

Yet only a few minutes before that butterfly was dehydrated and died, it certainly was not so colorful and lively as now!

The girl looked pleased and surprised look on his face serious and grandfather realized that perhaps he had done something wrong, at least for my grandfather and asked: – I was Grandpa bad? Because your eyes are blaming me?

What did I do wrong?

The grandfather did not know what to answer, what was then a miracle if the child was conscious of having done something to change the reality of the butterfly, the only thing I could ask was: – But where did you learn? You’re so tiny, like you did?

The girl’s eyes widened:

– Why do not you know my grandfather do?

– No, my baby I’m not able, or perhaps no one has taught me .. I never tried because I did not believe such a thing possible. However, my baby I probably should not say this to my mother, and may worry if you must do these things, be very careful that you do not see anyone!

Viola felt once more like his grandfather was upset and she was the cause, then told his grandfather to relax and not be worried because you have been paying attention, he would not even told her best friend to Francy.

The dream was really scary, a big dark cloud was moving with the vortices that appeared tentacles trying to break into houses, forests, and where he came in the form of fog changed the look of things, trees and rocks, rivers and seas , everything seemed to lose life, like an empty shell, without energy, people seemed to have no will and acted without thinking.

In his dream, butterflies, birds, fish, and the voices of other children like her, so sensitive and special seemed to call her in to help restore energy and color of this disaster.

That dream seemed so real! Finally, the butterfly in the morning before he had thanked her with the dance of the heart appeared to her and told her she would submit to the gratitude of the fairy garden and that she could help with plants and insects, animals and humans, but not been alone, other fairies were assigned to talk to other children and they would all be met, which was waiting at a mission.

Violet woke up that ugly vision of the cloud because it made her feel as breathless as she could to help everyone who was so small?

Then he remembered how his grandfather was worried about his mother and tried to understand what was happening.

The mother arrived, half asleep, but calm, asked what had happened and what the girl had dreamed of as ugly.

He listened attentively, although the girl did not know how to say that the dream had been asked to help, but the grandfather who had witnessed the flight of the butterfly was worried.

Viola said he had been a bad dream, that there was a nasty cloud that was being choked for this but some things that were difficult to understand for the mother as they were for his grandfather, that maybe something was wrong in his hands.

The mother stroked the child’s forehead and planted a kiss sitting on the bed, with her hand close to her, told her not to worry, that my mother had never thought she could be wrong, that indeed, since she was in the belly and the mother felt her kicks knew how this had been a special little girl who dreamed about the birth and how often the little Violet was just like in the dream, even the small heart-shaped mole on his tummy!

He told her that when she was a girl might seem strange to many people, full of fantasy, solitary and immersed in nature only if it felt good.

Only he had to put aside every dream, every fairy tale to be like others wanted and only now, with little Violet could tell his stories and feelings that others would not understand. So not to worry because my mother knew what she was special.

The girl then told her newfound confidence of the butterfly and the mother smiled, told her the dream and how he had to go the next day to search for the butterfly garden and how it would have made known to the fairy garden.

The mother smiled again, and seemed to believe the child is relaxed, asking for a glass of water and a new story.

The mother went into the kitchen and took the water with them and there and then concocted a story that spoke of the dreams of children, like every dream world of beauty, purity and love were colored energy that saves the world, that so many things Instead they are capable of drying up the life, especially not to dream or be afraid to do so, instead of how many things can contaminate and destroy the beauty and nature, because you lose the respect and they are deaf to the voice of the heart.

Including the child as her mother was indicating to believe in herself, not to be influenced of the great things that often say they have lost that trust and walk on a road that has lost color.

The next morning, Violet and her mom went into the garden together, hand in hand, smiling and full of hope.

Suddenly, there was the butterfly, but a closer look was a tiny fairy who exuded grace and color, its tiny wings beat anywhere gusts of dust and stars flashed brightly with her little magic wand made of doodles and said with a sweet little voice in Purple that she must never stop manifesting those special skills, that the whole world needed it and if people preferred to remain sad and skeptical blind, she and other children who would soon have known not to stop but to continue the Work by Beauty and Pure Heart, to save the earth from the poisonous cloud that she had dreamed.

The appointment was in the park, hundreds of children come from all over the world had had dreams of life, hope and beauty and now, with parents who had got through them as they were forgetting the profound value of things at last they met.

How much excitement and many hugs! Finally you could give the dying light and color to nature to stop toxic clouds of violence and hatred to bring peace and compassion in the world.

Viola was happy, radiant and vibrated at the same frequency of those children.

Everything was about to begin.

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Crosby e Nash In Concert


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Crosby & Nash sono un duo musicale statunitense composto da David Crosby e Graham Nash. I due artisti sono anche attivi assieme nel supergruppo Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young fin dalla fine degli anni ’60.

Come duo, Crosby & Nash hanno lavorato nel corso degli anni ’70 e nella prima metà degli anni 2000.

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Crosby & Nash

In addition to solo careers and within the larger aggregate of Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young, the musical team of David Crosby and Graham Nash have performed and recorded regularly as a duo, mostly during the 1970s and the 2000s

After the success of Déjà Vu and the subsequent break-up of the quartet in the summer of 1970, all four members of CSNY released solo albums. Crosby’s If I Could Only Remember My Name and Nash’s Songs for Beginners appeared in 1971 and missed the top ten. That autumn, the two good friends toured together as an acoustic duo to favorable reviews, one night from which would be released twenty-seven years later as Another Stoney Evening. Consequently, in 1972 the two decided to record an album, resulting in Graham Nash David Crosby, which reached #4 on the Billboard 200, ensuring that the two were still a viable draw without the more successful Stills and Young. Further work together later in 1972 was precluded by Crosby’s participation in The Byrdsreunion album recording sessions. In 1973, the pair joined Neil Young for the tour that would result in his Time Fades Away album, Crosby collaborated with electronica artist and Grateful Dead associate Ned Lagin, and Nash recorded a second solo album, Wild Tales. During this time, singularly and together they contributed backing vocals to various albums by associates in the California rock scene, including Stephen Stills, Harvest, Late for the Sky, and Court and Spark.

In 1974, both dutifully joined the Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young reunion tour and attempt at the recording of a new album in Hawaii, sessions for which had continued in fits and starts after commencing in late 1973. After failing to complete an album Crosby and Nash signed a contract with ABC Records. Presumably for contractual obligations to their old label, the cassette and 8-track tape versions of their ABC LPs were issued by Atlantic. Recording activity yielded two albums in 1975 and 1976 respectively,Wind on the Water and Whistling Down the Wire. In that bicentennial year, Stephen Stills and Neil Young invited the duo to a recording session for their album Long May You Run. Crosby and Nash were forced to leave the recording session because they had time constraints to complete their second album for ABC Records, so Stills and Young wiped their vocals, releasing it as The Stills-Young Band. Crosby & Nash vowed not to work with either Stills or Young again, that oath lasting not even a year as they reconvened with Stills for the second Crosby Stills & Nash album in 1977.

ABC released four albums by Crosby & Nash prior to its being bought by the MCA conglomerate in 1979. In addition to the two abovementioned studio albums, the concert document Crosby-Nash Live appeared in 1977, with a compilation The Best of Crosby & Nash in 1978. All four albums featured their backing band The Mighty Jitters, consisting of Craig Doerge, Tim Drummond, Danny Kortchmar, Russ Kunkel, and David Lindley. Session bassist Leland Sklar alternated with Drummond in the studio, and the line-up of Doerge, Kortchmar, Kunkel, and Sklar had previously recorded as The Section, providing the back up for the first Crosby & Nash album on Atlantic. Depending upon availability of the various members, the twosome would either tour as a full-blown electric-based aggregation or in a semi-acoustic format with Doerge and Lindley. When CSN reunited on a more or less permanent basis in 1977, Doerge followed the group to Miami for the CSN sessions, contributing to several songs and collaborating on writing the song “Shadow Captain” with Crosby. Crosby and Doerge continued to collaborate regularly until the early 1990s.

In 1979, Crosby & Nash attempted a new album for Capitol Records, but sessions were dampened by Crosby’s increased dependence upon freebase cocaine. Sessions eventually appeared on Nash’s Earth & Sky without any songs from Crosby. Crosby’s problems during the 1980s with drugs, and his prison time, precluded any duo activity with Nash, the pair appearing on the CSN and CSNY albums of that decade. The 1990 CSN album Live It Up started as a Crosby & Nash record, but like its predecessorDaylight Again which was initially sessions for a Stills & Nash effort, Atlantic Records refused to release anything that didn’t include the full trio.

In 2004, Crosby & Nash released their first original studio record since 1976 with the double-album Crosby & Nash on Sanctuary Records, which featured backing mostly by members of Crosby’s band CPR. A single CD version was released in 2006 when CSNY began its “Freedom of Speech ’06” tour. On the Graham Nash box set Reflections, released in February 2009, the last track “In Your Name” was recorded on 21 October 2007 by the same band used for the 2004 Crosby & Nash album, including David Crosby on backing vocals.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crosby_%26_Nash

Parole sul foglio – Words on the sheet


Parole sul foglio

Parole su di te: foglio in attesa
che si colmino silenzi
parole sinuose e vive
che si donano senza tempo
parole nate tra le pieghe
di un nuovo sorriso
o tra i palpiti di una canzone
che in armonia scivola dentro
Parole rincorse dal vento
e tra riflessi argentei
segnano il filo segreto
di un pensiero
rivestito d’emozione
Parole che scorrono ora per te
e senza più domande
restano impigliate
nell’anima che non le vuole cancellare

30.08.2003 Poetyca

Words on paper

Words on you paper on hold
that it may fill silences
sinuous words and lives
without giving themselves time
words born between the folds
a new smile
or between the beats of a song
that slides into harmony
Words chased by the wind
and between silver reflections
mark the secret thread
a thought
lined with emotion
Words that flow to you now
and no more questions
remain entangled
soul who does not want to delete

30.08.2003 Poetyca

Una perla al giorno – Naradaparivrajakopanisad


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Fermezza, pazienza, autocontrollo,
rinuncia ad appropriarci di ciò che non ci appartiene,
purezza, padronanza dei sensi, pudore,
dottrina, sincerità e assenza d’ira
sono le dieci caratteristiche della virtù.

Naradaparivrajakopanisad, III, 24

 

Firmness, patience, self-control,
waiver to appropriate what is not ours,
purity, mastery of the senses, modesty,
doctrine, sincerity and lack of anger
are the ten characteristics of virtue.

Naradaparivrajakopanisad, III, 24

Una perla al giorno – Anguttara Nikaya


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«Non dovete credere in ciò che avete udito;
non dovete credere nelle tradizioni
solo perché sono state tramandate per molte generazioni;
non dovete credere in una cosa solo perché gira la voce e molti ne parlano;
non dovete credere se vi viene prodotta l’affermazione scritta di qualche antico saggio;
non dovete credere nelle congetture;
non dovete credere che sia vero ciò cui siete attaccati per abitudine;
non dovete credere meramente a causa dell’autorità dei maestri e degli anziani.
Invece, Kalama, dopo averle attentamente esaminate,
accettate solo quelle cose che avete sperimentato e trovato universalmente benefiche
e lasciate perdere, invece, quelle cose che presentano caratteristiche nocive».

Anguttara Nikaya, III, 65
“You do not have to believe in what you heard;
you do not have to believe in the traditions
just because they have been handed down for many generations;
you do not have to believe in something just because a rumor and many speak;
you do not have to believe if there is produced the written statement of some ancient sage;
do not have to believe in conjecture;
do not have to believe it’s true what you are attached by habit;
must not believe merely because of the authority of teachers and elders.
Instead, Kalama, after having carefully examined,
accept only those things that you have experienced and found universally beneficial
and let loose, however, those things that are harmful characteristics. “

Anguttara Nikaya, III, 65

Una perla al giorno – Maha-subhasita-samgraha


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Con l’acqua si lavano le vesti;
la mente si lava con la verità (sathya),
e con l’innocenza (non-violenza=ahimsa) si lava l’anima;
l’intelletto si lava con la conoscenza.

Maha-subhasita-samgraha
With water wash their clothes;
the mind is washed with the truth (Sathya),
and with the innocence (non-violence = ahimsa) washes the soul;
the intellect is washed with knowledge.

Maha-subhasita-Samgraha

Una perla al giorno – Atharva Veda


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Privo di desideri, saggio, immortale,
esistente in sé, pieno di grazia,
mancante di nulla,
è chi conosce l’Atman,
il saggio, senza età, sempre giovane:
egli non teme la morte!

Atharva Veda, X, 8, 44

Desireless, wise, immortal,
existing in itself, full of grace,
missing anything,
is one who knows the Atman,
the wise, ageless, forever young:
he does not fear death!

Atharva Veda, X, 8, 44

Note – Notes


Note

Note delicate colpiscono il cuore,
aprono un varco custodito per anni….lontano silenzio
che fiorisce ora nel sorriso di un bambino
tra i sogni mai finiti e quegli occhi grandi ad esplorare il mondo.

Note che sono essenza e vita senza confine
tra le pieghe dell’esistere che s’innalza senza timore
dove le parole sono linfa, essenza densa di colore

Passato che abbraccia il volo di un luminoso futuro
e non sgretola mai la forza di lottare per la vita vera
tra stelle di cartone ed ebbrezza di un solo respiro

Paure abbattute e pause della ricerca viva
nuova libertà per chi ora sa ricondursi alla luce
di un sentiero mai dimenticato ed inciso nella mano.

Soffio ed arpeggio che vibrando abbraccia essenze stanche
e nel sorriso dipinge volti e ciocche sparse sul cuscino
che incorniciano il viso in chi sereno si lascia andare.

04.11.2009 Poetyca

Notes

Notes delicate affect the heart,
open a gate guarded for years …. far silence
blooming now in the smile of a child
between dreams and big eyes never finished exploring the world.

Notes that are essential and life without borders
the folds of existence that rises without fear
where words are sap, essence full of color

Past that embraces the flight of a bright future
and never crumble the strength to fight for real life
between cardboard stars and thrill of a single breath

Faure torn down and breaks the live search
New Freedom for who knows now subsumed in the light
a path carved in the hand and never forgotten.

Breath and arpeggio that embraces wood vibrating tired
and smiling faces painted and hair scattered on the pillow
framing the serene face who you let go.

04.11.2009 Poetyca

Note – Notes


Note

Note delicate colpiscono il cuore,
aprono un varco custodito per anni….lontano silenzio
che fiorisce ora nel sorriso di un bambino
tra i sogni mai finiti e quegli occhi grandi ad esplorare il mondo.

Note che sono essenza e vita senza confine
tra le pieghe dell’esistere che s’innalza senza timore
dove le parole sono linfa, essenza densa di colore

Passato che abbraccia il volo di un luminoso futuro
e non sgretola mai la forza di lottare per la vita vera
tra stelle di cartone ed ebbrezza di un solo respiro

Paure abbattute e pause della ricerca viva
nuova libertà per chi ora sa ricondursi alla luce
di un sentiero mai dimenticato ed inciso nella mano.

Soffio ed arpeggio che vibrando abbraccia essenze stanche
e nel sorriso dipinge volti e ciocche sparse sul cuscino
che incorniciano il volto in chi sereno si lascia andare.

04.11.2009 Poetyca

Notes

Note delicate affecting the heart,
open a gate guarded for years …. far silence
blooming now in the smile of a child
between dreams and big eyes never finished exploring the world.

Note that essence and life without borders
in the folds of existence that rises without fear
where words are sap, essence full of color

Past that embraces the flight of a bright future
and never crumble the strength to fight for real life
between cardboard stars and thrill of a single breath

Faure torn down and pause live search
new freedom for those who now knows attributable to light
a path carved in the hand and never forgotten.

Breath and arpeggio that embraces vibrating essences tired
and the smile painted faces and hair scattered on the pillow
framing the face in those peaceful surrenders.

Soffio silente – Silent Breath


Soffio silente

Senza voce resta
il mio cuore,
raccogliendo istanti,
socchiudendo gli occhi
alla musica di un respiro.

In questo spazio
nulla conta, nulla ruggisce
per farsi strada
e scivolando come quieta onda
raccolgo il valore
di un’armonica equidistanza.

Tutto è relativo,
tutto si trascina
ma lambendo solo il soffio
ed il battito del cuore
sai ritrovare senso
ad un silenzio ricco di nulla.

Mi rivesto di petali,
mi riconduco al centro
e ritrovo quel che da sempre
era ed i miei occhi
non sapevavo vedere.

Il seme silente nutro,
in pennellate lievi
senza fretta alcuna.

Stretta in questo silenzio
che non è rinuncia
o momento sofferto:
scie di colore accarezzano
e offrono presenza viva
che non scaglia intorno
nastri di parole.

18.04.2009 Poetyca

Silent Breath

Voiceless remains
my heart
collecting moments,
squinting
the music of a breath.

In this space
nothing matters, nothing roars
their way
and slipping as quiet wave
pick value
a harmonic spacing.

Everything is relative,
All you drag
lapping, but only breath
and heartbeat
know to find meaning
a silence full of nothing.

I get dressed with petals,
brings me to center
meeting and what has always
was and my eyes
sapevavo not see.

The seed I am silent,
in mild strokes
without any hurry.

Close in this silence
which is not surrender
time or suffered:
trails of color pat
and offer living presence
that throws around
ribbons of words.

18.04.2009 Poetyca

Una perla al giorno – Rumi


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Il vostro compito non è quello di cercare l’amore,
ma di cercare e trovare tutte le barriere
dentro di voi che avete costruito contro di esso.

Rumi

Your task is not to seek love,
but to seek and find all the barriers
within yourself that you have built against it.

 Rumi