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2009/1/11

 

 
 
 
My colours all ran dry, and now I see the world in black and white,
It's too late now, it's time to kiss the rainbow goodbye
 
 
 
 
 
2008/5/18

IC 80-08

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Not in these times, another world,               Non in periodi come questi, un altro mondo,

but it's so close somehow                            Ma in qualche modo vicinissimo 

 

  

 

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Ian Curtis

 

18,05,1980

18,05,2008

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2007/12/4

HH

 
 

High Hopes – Pink Floyd

 
 

Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were young
In a world of magnets and miracles
Our thoughts strayed constantly and without boundary
The ringing of the division bell had begun
Along the long road and on down the causeway
Do they still meet there by the cut
There was a ragged band that followed in our footsteps
Running before time took our dreams away
Leaving the myriad small creatures trying to tie us to the ground
To a life consumed by slow decay

The grass was greener
The light was brighter
With friends surrounded
The nights of wonder

Looking beyond the embers of bridges glowing behind us
To a glimpse of how green it was on the other side
Steps taken forwards but sleepwalking back again
Dragged by the force of some inner tide
At a higher altitude with flag unfurled
We reached the dizzy heights of that dreamed of world

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Encumbered forever by desire and ambition
There's a hunger still unsatisfied
Our weary eyes still stray to the horizon
go down this road we've been so many times

The grass was greener
The light was brighter
The taste was sweeter
The nights of wonder
With friends surrounded
The dawn mist glowing
The water flowing
The endless river

Forever and ever

 
 
 
 
 



 

 

 

2007/5/18

 
 
Don’t think I’d have stayed just for
one more day,
It seems so much like home,
No rooms to go astray,
Don’t think I could watch
With mindless, empty tasks,
Intake moving in, forced
To walk a lonely path.
 
Pictures all around, of how
Good a life should be,
A model for the rest,
That bred insecurity,
I walked a jagged line and then
Came back for more,
It’s always in my mind,
An institution with no law. 
 
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Non credere che sarei rimasto per
Un altro giorno ancora,
ha così tanto l’aria di casa,
non c’è spazio per perdersi,
non credere che potrei stare a guardare
– sbrigando faccende vacue e insensate,
assorbimento in corso, costretto
a percorrere un cammino solitario.
 
Fotografie ovunque, di come
La vita dovrebbe essere bella,
un esempio per gli altri,
fonte di insicurezza,
seguii una linea zigzagante e poi
tornai per averne ancora,
è sempre nei miei pensieri,
un’istituzione senza leggi.
 
Untitled - Ian Curtis 
05.18.1980 – 05.18.2007
2007/5/6

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Robin Hood e Little John
van per la foresta
ed ognun con l'altro
ride e scherza come vuol.
Son felici del successo
delle loro gesta
Urca urca tirulero
oggi splende il sol!

Non pensavano ad i rischi che correvan nel gettarsi in
acqua per trovare ristor...
...e che un subdolo sceriffo e i suoi stupidi scagnozzi eran
lì decisi a farli fuor.

Robin Hood e Little John
corron come frecce
saltan sugli alberi
e spiccan quasi il vol.
Devono salvarsi e alla fine ci riescono.
Urca urca tirulero
oggi splende il sol.
Urca urca tirulero
oggi splende il sol.

2007/4/6

 
Agalloch - Hallways Of Enchanted Ebony
 
Kiss me coldly and drain this life from my lips
Let the cold blood flow on it's own...
Kiss me coldly and fall away from the soul
Long forgotten...
From which of this oak shall I hang myself?
These ebon halls are always dark...
From which frostbitten bough shall I die?
As dark as the winter, as black as her ghastly veil
As cold as her whisper and chilling gown
No corridors of life and beauty
These enchanted halls are stained with the blood of night
Ebon halls gleam as ghosts of a fire dance wickedly across a pantheon of marble
These weary eyes shall open no more, frozen tightly by the cold embrace of death
A charnel house of memories torn and burning melancholy shall embrace me now
Hear this call...
Beyond endless halls and far across the vast forest, just across the iron gates
Whispers...
As dark as the winter, as black as her grim mask of death
As cold as her sorrow, her ivory tears
No corridors of life and beauty
No bloodred sky, no colors left in this world
It was the light's end