Bi-echi

Grace under pressure

Cari amici viandanti per pensieri, nell'attesa che mi ritorni uno straccio di idea intorno alla quale intessere qualche fantasmagorico sproloquio tutto nuovo di trinca, vogliate gradire un classico della goduria musicale di tutti i tempi.



«Non ho soldi, nè risorse, nè speranze. Sono l'uomo più felice del mondo».

"Tropic of Cancer", Henry Miller - 1934

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«Quando ho scritto per qualche ora mi sento high e psichicamente felice come dopo il sesso».

Erica Jong

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«...Va beh, sono più che d'accordo, cara Erica e buon vecchio Henry...ma ogni tanto battere qualche chiodo ed avere due lire in tasca non è poi così malaccio...».

Gillipixel - 2010

Gelo e poi sento l'alma avvampar...

In un attimo di interregno, nella terra dei pensieri, si alzò al cielo una delle più fantastiche sequenze di note mai messe in fila...

When I was young and full of grace

When I was young and full of grace
And spirited - a rattlesnake
When I was young and fever fell
My spirit, I will not tell
You're on your honor not to tell

I believe in coyotes and time as an abstract
Explain the change, the difference between
What you want and what you need, there's the key,
Your adventure for today, what do you do
Between the horns of the day?

I believe my shirt is wearing thin
And change is what I believe in

When I was young and give and take
And foolish said my fool awake
When I was young and fever fell
My spirit, I will not tell
You're on your honor, on your honor
Trust in your calling, make sure your calling's true
Think of others, the others think of you
Silly rule golden words make, practice, practice makes perfect,
Perfect is a fault, and fault lines change

I believe my humor's wearing thin
And change is what I believe in
I believe my shirt is wearing thin
And change is what I believe in

When I was young and full of grace
As spirited a rattlesnake
When I was young and fever fell
My spirit, I will not tell
You're on your honor, on your honor
I believe in example
I believe my throat hurts
Example is the checker to the key

I believe my humor's wearing thin
And I believe the poles are shifting

I have my books and my poetry to protect me

Quando la poesia sa allungare la propria carezza attraverso il tempo...

Lungo il fiume del cucchiaio

Silenzio...