Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Monday, June 5, 2017
Tuesday, May 9, 2017
Here far away
Monday, May 1, 2017
Walk beside me...
...to scold me
(not to guide me)
(Photo taken in Italy - Jan 2017)
I have been thinking what, with my final brain cell,
How time grips you, sliming, in its spell
And before you know, goodbye will be farewell
And you will never see the one you love again
[Moz]
This is the last post I will ever write - Noooooooooooo!
No I've changed my mind again - Ahhhhhhhhh
Goodnight, and thank you :)
Location:
Veneto, Italia
Wednesday, March 8, 2017
I Pini di Roma
Passionate love
In any form
Whether real or a dream
In any form
Whether real or a dream
[Moz]
Friday, February 3, 2017
Sunday, November 20, 2016
3 - I am Going Your Way
Location:
Tate Modern, London SE1, UK
Saturday, November 12, 2016
2 - Wherever You Are Going
Location:
Tate Modern, London SE1, UK
Sunday, November 6, 2016
1 - The Wandering Moon
Location:
Tate Modern, London SE1, UK
Friday, April 1, 2016
Wednesday, February 17, 2016
How Dare I Be So Beautiful?
We watch in reverence, as Narcissus is turned to a flower
I've been waiting here for so long
And all this time has passed me by
It doesn't seem to matter now
You stand there with your fixed expression
Casting doubt on all I have to say.
Why don't you touch me, touch me...
Now!
[From Genesis To Revelation]
And all this time has passed me by
It doesn't seem to matter now
You stand there with your fixed expression
Casting doubt on all I have to say.
Why don't you touch me, touch me...
Now!
[From Genesis To Revelation]
codex Hilarus
Wednesday, February 10, 2016
At every stone under my steps I heard a sound
Green stones that mind wraps its skin in this haunt [C. Coolidge]
The man who loves, he struggles
In a salt lake dried by the sun,
And he doesn't pray, but dance,
Silent presence that shaken,
No known music can explain us,
Because a sound is a hope,
But this man denies and clinging in vain
To a thought love. He drowns.
[Maz Gazzè]
In a salt lake dried by the sun,
And he doesn't pray, but dance,
Silent presence that shaken,
No known music can explain us,
Because a sound is a hope,
But this man denies and clinging in vain
To a thought love. He drowns.
[Maz Gazzè]
codex Hilarus
Friday, February 5, 2016
Wednesday, June 5, 2013
NatureFootstep Abstract 26
Location:
Trieste, Italy
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