12.11.14




I cieli non sono umani e la vita sopra di me e sotto di me e dentro di me neppure.

(I cieli non sono umani, ma c'è qualcosa forse di più di questi cieli, la compassione e l'amore di cui mi sono ormai dimenticato e che ho dimenticato)         
- Bohumil Hrabal -











9.5.14

(1861. random video stills)




iron sharpens iron
crooked wooden and peacock black

I have your feathers
slung across my back











 































8.4.14



2.
When thou commandest me to sing it seems that my heart would break with pride; and I look to thy face, and tears come to my eyes.
All that is harsh and dissonant in my life melts into one sweet harmony - and my adoration spreads wings like a glad bird on its flight across the sea.
I know thou takest pleasure in my singing. I know that only as a singer I come before thy presence.
I touch by the edge of the far-spreading wing of my song thy feet which I could never aspire to reach.
Drunk with the joy of singing I forget myself and call thee friend who art my lord.



15.
I am here to sing thee songs. In this hall of thine I have a corner seat.
In thy world I have no work to do; my useless life can only break out in tunes without a purpose.



GITANJALI - Rabindranath Tagore 



















24.3.14


from the top of the flight
of the wide, white stairs
through the rest of my life
do you wait for me there?