Ciò che ami

"Alcuni di cavalieri un esercito, altri di fanti,
altri di navi dicono che sulla nera terra
sia la cosa più bella, mentre io ciò che
uno ama."

 

Posso assaggiare l'oceano sulla tua pelle

I dreamed what what you were offering
Imagine lying next to me
You should, and your reputation talks
I will write our story in my mind
Write about our dreams and triumphs
This might be my innocence lost
I can taste the ocean on your skin
That is where it all began
I dreamed that we were elephants
Water, sun and clouds of dust
And woke up thinking we were free

I can taste the ocean on your skin
That is where it all began
We all go back to where we belong
We all go back to where we belong
This really what you want
This really what you want

I can taste the ocean on your skin
That is where it all began
We all go back to where we belong
We all go back to where we belong
This really what you want
This really what you want

(We All Go Back To Where We Belong, REM)

Parlare di Rivoluzione

Don't you know
They're talkin' 'bout a revolution
It sounds like a whisper
Don't you know
They're talkin' about a revolution...

(Tracy Chapman)

La rivoluzione è sempre tre quarti fantasia e per un quarto realtà. (Michail Bakunin)

La rivoluzione non è questione di merito, ma di efficacia, e non v'è cielo. C'è del lavoro da fare, ecco tutto. (Jean-Paul Sartre) 

 

La rivoluzione non è un pranzo di gala; non è un'opera letteraria, un disegno, un ricamo; non la si può fare con altrettanta eleganza, tranquillità e delicatezza, o con altrettanta dolcezza, gentilezza, cortesia, riguardo e magnanimità. La rivoluzione è un'insurrezione, un atto di violenza con il quale una classe ne rovescia un'altra. (Mao Tze Tung)

La rivoluzione restava sempre a sinistra, solo i suoi rappresentanti si spostavano sempre a destra. (Joseph Roth)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah

Your revolution is a silly idea, yeah

(REM)

Photograph

Natalie Merchant & Michael Stipe

Photograph

I found this photograph
Underneath the picture glass
Tender face of black and white
Beautiful, a haunting sight

Looked into an angels smile
Captivated all the while
From the hair and clothes she wore
I'd place her in between the wars

Was she willing when she sat?
Posed the pretty photograph
Save her flowering and fair
Days to come, days to share
A big smile for the camera

How did she know?
The moment could be lost forever
Forever more

I found this photograph
Stashed between the old joist walls
In a place where time is lost
Lost behind, where all things fall

Broken books and calendars
Letters script in careful hand
Music too, a standard tune by
Some forgotten big brass band

From the threshold what's to see
Of our brave new century?
The television's just a dream
Radio, silver screen
Big smile for the camera

How did she know?
The moment could be lost forever
Forever more

Was her childhood filled with rhymes
Stolen hooks, impassioned crimes?
Was she innocent or blind
To the cruelty of her time?

Was she fearful in her day
Was she hopeful, did she pray?
Were there skeletons inside
Family secrets, sworn to hide?

Did she feel the beat that stirs
The fall from grace of wayward girls?
Was she tempted to pretend
The love and laughter, until the end?