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November 29 MusicClose your eyes, your thought, turn off the lights. Enjoy what the guitar, the percussion, the voices offer you. Drink from that spring, get drunk by that trascendental sensation that brings you up there, where the rest doesn’t exists, where neither you exist, lost in the huge beauty of that impalpable yet so real world. Make it enter in you, feel it while, beginning from ears, as a pouring river disheartens the banks of reason, and flows dragging your soul down through the backbone. It flows in you, it's absorbed by your clothes, makes you have orgasms, provoke you passion, make you feel ALIVE. You can touch it, you can become one with those notes, those sounds, those voices that always accompany you, that have seen you growing, that MADE you grow, never asking for anything in exchange. Do you realize that every word has been write for you, that every fucking note is a pulsating part of yourself, that everywhere, in every time, you can be sure of your existence on this fucking planet!? Over the words’ matters, over the cold analysis of the instruments, give up completely to the magic of wholeness, as expansion of yourself. Each song contain hundreds of meanings, thousands of sensations, always different, that can’t be shared, but that can teach you so much. In the end that’s all we have.
TRADUZIONE Chiudi gli occhi, la ragione, spegni ogni luce. Goditi ciò che la chitarra, le percussioni, le voci ti offrono. Bevi da quella fonte, ubriacati di quella sensazione trascendentale che ti porta fin lassù, dove il resto non esiste, dove neppure tu esisti, perso nell’immensa bellezza di quel mondo impalpabile eppure tanto reale. Falla entrare dentro, sentila mentre, partendo dalle orecchie, come un fiume in piena abbatte gli argini della ragione, e scorre trascinando la tua anima giù per la spina dorsale. Ti entra in circolo, viene assorbita dai tessuti, ti provoca orgasmi, ti suscita passione, cazzo, ti fa sentire vivo. La puoi toccare, puoi diventare un tutt uno con quelle note, quei suoni, quelle voci che ti accompagnano sempre, che ti hanno visto crescere, che ti hanno FATTO crescere senza chiedere nulla in cambio. Ti rendi conto che ogni parola è stata scritta perché tu la ascoltassi, che ogni cazzo di nota è parte stessa di te, che in qualunque posto, in qualunque momento, puoi esser certo della tua esistenza su questo cazzo di pianeta? Oltre il significato delle parole, oltre la fredda analisi dei singoli strumenti, abbandonati completamente alla magia della sua totalità, come espansione del tuo essere. Ogni canzone contiene centinaia di significati, migliaia di sensazioni, ogni volta diverse, che non possono essere condivise, ma che possono sempre insegnarti tanto. In fondo è tutto ciò che ci resta.
November 24 The essential...Well...I decided to write my blogs this way (in english) just because I don't wanna everyone to read my thoughts deliberately...Now, I know that a very few people are able to understand what I try to say, but I wanna make a sort of "natural selection": only the english-lover people can read my interventions.
This evening I was thinking about my way to live, about my feelings, and about the way I explain these ones to the rest of the world.
Even if I'm not jet mourning, I understand that i absolutely have to change...not for someone else...just for myself.
I've to start looking the world from another prospective, or just don't ask me which is the RIGHT prospective.
I have to entrust on my instinct, leaving apart my stupid, essential, odious rationality. I'm understanding that I analyze every fucking thought, every damned moment, with every single person I meet, i know, i love.
I shut up my natural sensitivity, thinking that i could never be in, in this world, if I'm not bullshit, bastard, mysterious...In reality I'm so simple.
I'm just afraid, I'm fucking terrorized from this incredibly fast, real, coloured, amazing, live world...
Catched in this turblent warp, in an ocean of friends, university, family, easy roads and hard ways, I've got no more time to look me around, and discover all those things able to change your day, your life, but that nevertheless seem too little, too meaningless to make you have some regard for them...if, just for a while, maybe when we're going to school, in a break, or in any other moment of the day, we stop and search for the details, we will realize that every single part of the world contain in itself an entire universe of meanings, the most of which irrational and "irrationalizable"...
But, in the great most of the cases, "the essential is invisible to the eyes"... November 22 Pouring (out)... Cause it's
ALWAYS raining in my head...
FORGET all the things
I should have said!
A deep anguish...a strong feeling, coming out from heart, from mind, from the wrinkles of my thought.
Now, that i'm so busy to treat some time to myself, I understand that my own problems are nothing but stupid stupidityes, accentuated by the wide hole of mental solitude.
Now i see the people all around me, and i see in them the same questions, the same fragile balance, the same silly and absurd weight of every stupid day lived by the "I would like...".
I see all this life flowing away...
November 02 Figure di MER*A!Giusto per rimanere in tema (ki sa, capirà) ho una domanda da fare a voi lettori:
QUAL'È STATA LA FIGURA DI MERDA PIù GROSSA KE ABBIATE MAI FATTO?
Colui o colei che racconterà la figura più assurda verrà premiato con uno spogliarello del mio amico Antonio (è un vero spettacolo!!)...
NARRATE NARRATE!! |
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