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domenica 29 luglio 2007 - ore 14:00
Pareidolia
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
UN CASO LAMPANTE DI PAREIDOLIA
PAREIDOLIA = E’ la tendenza istintiva e automatica a trovare forme familiari in immagini disordinate; l’associazione si manifesta in special modo verso le figure e i volti umani (wikipedia)
This is our city of the dead Another life holds its weary head We hope, we try, we live, survive Counting days, trying to get by Waiting for the calling Anticipation in the air We hope and dream of difference City sleeping, unaware
Break the silence, WAKE THE DEAD Running through these streets alone I’ll kick and scream, let’s break this hold Cuz I swear, and this won’t render useless I promise you, we’ve come this far And I’m not stopping, I’m not stopping now I’m not hiding in shadows Wake up Send out this message, it’s clear
2x You said, you said, you said this time was gonna be different WAKE UP THE DEAD
Coming alive Something stirs inside This isn’t over yet Shake off the dirt Swallow regret Stop living under the weight Living under the weight of regret Your regrets DON’T LOSE HOPE Your regrets DON’T LOSE HOPE Don’t let it happen to you DON’T LOSE HOPE Which side are you gonna choose? Cuz I believe, I believe it’s in you. RISE!
4x We said, we said, we said This time was gonna be different WAKE UP THE DEAD
I can’t even concentrate on this, It’s over thought, anticipated, The pen ink is running dry, It’s been thrown to paper and wasted,
Creativity has been blocked and over tasted, Maybe in time, I’ll appreciate it
Hold on, hold on, we’ll be with you soon
These papers are stuck in this book, ’till they’re torn out and pasted, to inside of my memory, where I can later look and see them in a new gallery, where they can later be viewed and appreciated.
Hold on, hold on, we’ll be with you soon, We’ll be with you soon
Longing for what has been lost, And longing for what hasn’t been obtained, It’s a small cost, forgot the past, lost the future, Only now remains
Hold on, hold on, we’ll be with you soon, We’ll be with you soon
Mate Ka Moris Ukun Rasik An
(categoria: " Musica e Canzoni ")
Dickheads shit-talk huddled and single-file. First-world frat-boys and prairie skinheads who will never walk a mile or mourn a murdered friend in this tiny woman’s shoes. Drink up and mumble your abuse. I’m still humbled by it all: around the same time that i was riding with no hands, busting windows and getting busy behind the sportsplex (with Labonte’s older sister decked out in her Speedos), Bella was flinching from the sting of a Depo Proveran "family planning", her own Pearl Harbour and a holocaust spanning 25 years to the rest of her life. A prison my country underwrote in paradise. And in the shadows of Santa Cruz, she crossed her fingers behind her back. Built Suharto a Trojan horse and lay still till the motherfucker sent her north where as night fell she emerged with a box under her arm that held her pledge of allegiance and her uniform. She laid it at the gates of the General’s embassy and her whisper echoed into dawn as she disappeared: "the truth will set my people free."
ritrovare la tranquillità. a volte sembra un compito improbo, inaffrontabile, mille ostacoli ti si parano davanti. il primo è sicuramente la propria mente. almeno nel mio caso. per questo penso di doverci scendere a patti. accettare me stesso, accettare che le cose non vanno come vorrei, accettare il cambiamento (cosa che per me è sempre stata moooolto difficile). il tempo influisce sulle abitudini, plasma il comportamento, lava le ferite, sbiadisce la memoria. è sempre amico, anche quando sembra non ce ne sia. è bello scoprire di essere giovani quando per anni molti hanno lavorato per farmi sentire in ritardo. può essere una fantasia, un’illusione, una errata convinzione, ma è una cosa che mi fa tornare il sorriso la mattina. non è mai tardi per rimediare, non è mai tardi per ripartire. né per scrivere cazzate in cui credere anche solo per mezza giornata.
grazie a tutti quelli che ho visto questo weekend, che mi hanno permesso di non pensare alla situazione attuale, di scambiare due parole in compagnia e di svagarmi per un paio di sere. siete molto importanti.
