Archivio per febbraio, 2014

Posted in Senza categoria on 26 febbraio 2014 by catcher in the rye

«Sentirai il tuono
e mi ricorderai,
pensando: lei voleva la tempesta».

Anna Achmatova

Annunci

An’ here I go again on my own Goin’ down the only road I’ve ever known, Like a drifter I was born to walk alone An’ I’ve made up my mind I ain’t wasting no more time

Posted in Senza categoria on 23 febbraio 2014 by catcher in the rye

No, I don’t know where I’m going
But, I sure know where I’ve been
Hanging on the promises
In songs of yesterday
An’ I’ve made up my mind,
I ain’t wasting no more time
Here I go again
Here I go again

Tho’ I keep searching for an answer,
I never seem to find what I’m looking for
Oh Lord, I pray
You give me strength to carry on,
‘Cos I know what it means
To walk along the lonely street of dreams

An’ here I go again on my own
Goin’ down the only road I’ve ever known,
Like a drifter I was born to walk alone
An’ I’ve made up my mind
I ain’t wasting no more time

I’m just another heart in need of rescue,
Waiting on love’s sweet charity
An’ I’m gonna hold on
For the rest of my days,
‘Cos I know what it means
To walk along the lonely street of dreams

An’ here I go again on my own
Goin’ down the only road I’ve ever known,
Like a drifter I was born to walk alone
An’ I’ve made up my mind
I ain’t wasting no more time

But, here I go again,
Here I go again,
Here I go again,
Here I go

‘Cos I know what it means
To walk along the lonely street of dreams

An’ here I go again on my own
Goin’ down the only road I’ve ever known,
Like a drifter I was born to walk alone
An’ I’ve made up my mind,
I ain’t wasting no more time

An’ here I go again on my own
Goin’ down the only road I’ve ever known,
Like a drifter I was born to walk alone
‘Cos I know what it means
To walk along the lonely street of dreams

An’ here I go again on my own
Goin’ down the only road I’ve ever known,
Like a drifter I was born to walk alone
Goin’ down the only road I’ve ever known,

La notte […] ci piace perché, come il ricordo, sopprime i particolari oziosi.

Posted in Senza categoria on 20 febbraio 2014 by catcher in the rye
L’Aleph

L’incandescente mattina di febbraio in cui Beatriz Viterbo morì, dopo un’imperiosa agonia che non si abbassò un solo istante al sentimentalismo né al timore, notai che le armature di ferro di piazza della Costituzione avevano cambiato non so quale avviso di sigarette; il fatto mi dolse, perché compresi che l’incessante e vasto universo già si separava da lei e che quel mutamento era il primo di una serie infinita.

Jorge Luis Borges

«Non si vede due volte lo stesso ciliegio, né la stessa luna contro cui si staglia un pino. Ogni momento è ultimo, perché è unico».
Marguerite Yourcenar

 

«Mai più!” diceva imperiosa la sua volontà. “Domani ancora!” supplicava il cuore singhiozzante».
Hermann Hesse, “Narciso e Boccadoro”

«Ecco, vedi, io mi sono innamorato due volte nella vita, ma sul serio, e tutt’e due le volte ero sicuro che sarebbe stato per sempre e fino alla morte, e tutt’e due le volte è finita e non sono morto»
Hermann Hesse, “Knulp”

 

«Mi ami?, e lei se ne sta zitta, guardandolo soltanto, impassibile e distante, rifiutando di pronunciare quel no che lo distruggerà, o quel sì che li distruggerebbe, concludiamone dunque che il mondo sarebbe assai migliore se ciascuno si accontentasse di quello che dice, senza aspettarsi che gli rispondano, e soprattutto senza chiederlo né desiderarlo».

José Saramago, “Memoriale del convento”

if I’m a spinster for the rest of my life my yarns will keep me warm on cold and lonely night

Posted in Senza categoria on 18 febbraio 2014 by catcher in the rye

I took the Polaroid down in my room
I’m pretty sure you have a new girlfriend
it’s not as if I don’t like you
it just makes me sad whenever I see it
cuz I like to be gone most of the time
and you like to be home most of the time
if I stay in one place I lose my mind
I’m a pretty impossible lady to be with

Joey never met a bike that he didn’t wanna ride
and I never met a Toby that I didn’t like
Scotty liked all of the books that I recommended
even if he didn’t I wouldn’t be offended

I had a dream that I had to drive to Madison
to deliver a painting for some silly reason
I took a wrong turn and ended up in Michigan
Paul Baribeau took me to the giant tire swing
gave me a push and he started singing
I sang along while I was swinging
the sound of our voices made us forget everything
that had ever hurt our feelings

Joey never met a bike that he didn’t wanna ride
and I never met a Toby that I didn’t like
Scotty liked all of the books that I recommended
even if he didn’t I wouldn’t be offended
wouldn’t be offended

now I’m home for less than twenty-four hours
that’s hardly time to take a shower
hug my family and take your picture off the wall
check my email write a song and make a few phone calls
before it’s time to leave again
I’ve got one hand on the steering wheel
one waving out the window
if I’m a spinster for the rest of my life
my yarns will keep me warm on cold and lonely nights

Joey never met a bike that he didn’t wanna ride
and I never met a Tobey that I didn’t like
Scotty liked all of the books that I recommended
even if he didn’t I wouldn’t be offended……..
wouldnt be offended…….even if he didnt i wouldnt be offended

 

“I love you in a way that will always make you feel free.”

Posted in Senza categoria on 13 febbraio 2014 by catcher in the rye

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“We are two sides of the same magic.”

Night and Sleep(detail)Evelyn De Morgan

Posted in Senza categoria on 6 febbraio 2014 by catcher in the rye

Molto in fretta voi rinunciate, non la cercate più, né nella città, né nella notte, né nel giorno.
Avete potuto vivere questo amore nel solo modo possibile per voi, perdendolo prima che si realizzasse.

Marguerite Duras

miserable lie

Posted in Senza categoria on 4 febbraio 2014 by catcher in the rye

So, goodbye
Please stay with your own kind
And I’ll stay with mine

There’s something against us
It’s not time
It’s not time
So, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

I know I need hardly say
How much I love your casual way
Oh, but please put your tongue away
A little higher and we’re well away
The dark nights are drawing in
And your humor is as black as them
I look at yours, you laugh at mine
And “love” is just a miserable lie
You have destroyed my flower-like life
Not once – twice
You have corrupt my innocent mind
Not once – twice
I know the wind-swept mystical air
It means : I’d like to see your underwear
I recognize that mystical air
It means : I’d like to seize your underwear
What do we get for our trouble and pain ?
Just a rented room in Whalley Range
What do we get for our trouble and pain ?
…Whalley Range !
Into the depths of the criminal world
I followed her …

I need advice, I need advice
I need advice, I need advice
Nobody ever looks at me twice
Nobody ever looks at me twice

I’m just a country-mile behind
The world

I’m just a country-mile behind
The whole world
Oh oh, oh …

I’m just a country-mile behind
The world

I’m just a country-mile behind
The whole world
Oh oh, oh …

Take me when you go
Oh oh, oh…

Take me when you go
Oh oh, oh …

I need advice, I need advice