a 2500 chilometri da qui.

Domani parto...poi torno. Poi, però.

Nel mentre, una telefonata riapre l'affare Francia. 

Ma sarà comunque questione di andate e ritorni.

tagliafuoco del cuore.

"Cosmo Blues Hotel" continua a far parlare, pigiate qui

Evidence (Faith No More)

Lazarus (Porcupine Tree)

16 Febbraio, presso Ex-Colonia di Morbegno(SO), ore 21.45:

St. Lorefice & El. Ghibello leggeranno poesie ed estratti dai loro libri, alternandosi ad una band unplugged.

Reading/Concerto nell'ambito della giornata nazionale per il risparmio energetico.  

Darling, didn't we kill you? (Ulver)

Eye on the the TV
'Cause tragedy thrills me
Whatever flavor it happens to be, like...
"Killed by the husband"
"DROWNED by the ocean"
"Shot by his own son"
"SHe used a poison
in his tea...kissed him goodbye"
It's my kind of story
It's no fun 'til someone dies

Don't look at me like
I am a monster
Frown out your one face
But with the other
Stare like a junkie
Into the TV
Stare like a zombie

While the mother holds her child
Watches him die
Hands to the sky crying,
"Why, oh why?"

Cause I need to watch things die... from a distance
Vicariously I live while the whole world dies
You all need it too, don't lie

Why can't we just admit it?
Why can't we just admit it?
We won't give pause until the blood is flowing
Neither the brave nor bold
write as the story's told
We won't give pause until the blood is flowing

I need to watch things die... from a good safe distance
Vicariously I live while the whole world dies
You all feel the same, so...

Why can't we just admit it?

Blood like rain falling down
Drawn by the brave and proud

Part vampire
Part warrior
Carnivorous Voyuer
Stare at the transmitter
Sing to the death rattle

La, la, la, la, la, la-la-lie (x4)

Credulous at best
Your desire to believe in
Angels in the hearts of men
But pull your head on out
you hippies and give a listen
Shouldn't have to say it all again

The universe is hostile, so impersonal
Devour to survive... so it is, so it's always been

We all feed on tragedy
It's like blood to a vampire

Vicariously I live while the whole world dies
Much better you than I

Vicarious (Tool)

p.s. parlano chiaro. dicono chiaro. sono schierati. sono scomodi. mi piacciono.

Nello spazio ristretto resti - seduta

accanto al vetro - il treno passa

attraversando l'apertura lasciata

tra il muro e la luce.

F. Lombardo da "Carte del Cielo"

dice: I was the water.

risponde: I know you were.

..e forse l'amore è un po' questo.

quattro chiacchiere con la redazione di Niederngasse, pigiate qui

Red Morning (Devics)