"When we are naked, when we're on fire
When we render secret tribute to
This pain we fake, this blue desire
Love is still our craving and our shame"
Sembra tutto preparato ad arte per portare due persone a dire "Non ci lasceremo distruggere" e unirle e serrarle nelle fila della battaglia.
Disse il Paranoico.
Non posso offrirti più nulla, non perché io sia finito, ma perché non hai più nulla da desiderare.
Disse lo Sconfitto.
Lo Sconfitto e il Paranoico hanno ragione e dicono il vero, ma sopra di loro, la ragione sta dalla parte di quell'uomo lì, che nel silenzio e lontano dai clamori della lotta s'allontana mestamente.
Disse un Osservatore.
"Swords to rust. Hearts to dust.
Swords to rust. Hearts to dust.
Swords to rust. Hearts to dust.
...
...
..."
Come un mantra, sottovoce
disse l'Uomo di spalle
lunedì 18 aprile 2011
domenica 3 aprile 2011
I primi segni
Ci sono due cose che mi fanno capire che sto invecchiando:
la prima è che quando mi sdraio dopo aver mangiato e bevuto sento un lieve bruciore alla bocca dello stomaco;
la seconda è che inizio ad immaginare una vita intera insieme a te.
(Mi fai invecchiare)
la prima è che quando mi sdraio dopo aver mangiato e bevuto sento un lieve bruciore alla bocca dello stomaco;
la seconda è che inizio ad immaginare una vita intera insieme a te.
(Mi fai invecchiare)
martedì 29 marzo 2011
Ironia
Noi due su quel letto
in quella casa deserta,
in quella stanza con le pareti bianche e strette,
avevamo deciso che sarebbe finita lì,
stanchi dello strazio della nostra storia;
e la prima canzone di quel nuovo cd
che stavamo ascoltando per la prima volta,
insieme nel silenzio:
"Ma se mi stacco da te mi strappo tutto
Ma il mio meglio, o il mio peggio
ti rimane attaccato, appiccicoso come un olio denso"
e siamo scoppiati in una risata che sapeva di pianto.
Nel buio di quella stanza, non ci toccavamo,
non sapevo dov'eri,
e ti ho ritrovata
seguendo quella tua risata.
in quella casa deserta,
in quella stanza con le pareti bianche e strette,
avevamo deciso che sarebbe finita lì,
stanchi dello strazio della nostra storia;
e la prima canzone di quel nuovo cd
che stavamo ascoltando per la prima volta,
insieme nel silenzio:
"Ma se mi stacco da te mi strappo tutto
Ma il mio meglio, o il mio peggio
ti rimane attaccato, appiccicoso come un olio denso"
e siamo scoppiati in una risata che sapeva di pianto.
Nel buio di quella stanza, non ci toccavamo,
non sapevo dov'eri,
e ti ho ritrovata
seguendo quella tua risata.
venerdì 17 dicembre 2010
martedì 14 settembre 2010
venerdì 16 luglio 2010
lunedì 5 luglio 2010
Baseball vs Football (George Carlin)
Baseball is different from any other sport, very different. For instance, in most sports you score points or goals; in baseball you score runs. In most sports the ball, or object, is put in play by the offensive team; in baseball the defensive team puts the ball in play, and only the defense is allowed to touch the ball. In fact, in baseball if an offensive player touches the ball intentionally, he's out; sometimes unintentionally, he's out.
Also: in football,basketball, soccer, volleyball, and all sports played with a ball, you score with the ball and in baseball the ball prevents you from scoring.
In most sports the team is run by a coach; in baseball the team is run by a manager. And only in baseball does the manager or coach wear the same clothing the players do. If you'd ever seen John Madden in his Oakland Raiders uniform,you'd know the reason for this custom.
Now, I've mentioned football. Baseball & football are the two most popular spectator sports in this country. And as such, it seems they ought to be able to tell us something about ourselves and our values.
I enjoy comparing baseball and football:
Baseball is a nineteenth-century pastoral game.
Football is a twentieth-century technological struggle.
Baseball is played on a diamond, in a park.The baseball park!
Football is played on a gridiron, in a stadium, sometimes called Soldier Field or War Memorial Stadium.
Baseball begins in the spring, the season of new life.
Football begins in the fall, when everything's dying.
In football you wear a helmet.
In baseball you wear a cap.
Football is concerned with downs - what down is it?
Baseball is concerned with ups - who's up?
In football you receive a penalty.
In baseball you make an error.
In football the specialist comes in to kick.
In baseball the specialist comes in to relieve somebody.
Football has hitting, clipping, spearing, piling on, personal fouls, late hitting and unnecessary roughness.
Baseball has the sacrifice.
Football is played in any kind of weather: rain, snow, sleet, hail, fog...
In baseball, if it rains, we don't go out to play.
Baseball has the seventh inning stretch.
Football has the two minute warning.
Baseball has no time limit: we don't know when it's gonna end - might have extra innings.
Football is rigidly timed, and it will end even if we've got to go to sudden death.
In baseball, during the game, in the stands, there's kind of a picnic feeling; emotions may run high or low, but there's not too much unpleasantness.
In football, during the game in the stands, you can be sure that at least twenty-seven times you're capable of taking the life of a fellow human being.
And finally, the objectives of the two games are completely different:
In football the object is for the quarterback, also known as the field general, to be on target with his aerial assault, riddling the defense by hitting his receivers with deadly accuracy in spite of the blitz, even if he has to use shotgun. With short bullet passes and long bombs, he marches his troops into enemy territory, balancing this aerial assault with a sustained ground attack that punches holes in the forward wall of the enemy's defensive line.
In baseball the object is to go home! And to be safe! - I hope I'll be safe at home!
Also: in football,basketball, soccer, volleyball, and all sports played with a ball, you score with the ball and in baseball the ball prevents you from scoring.
In most sports the team is run by a coach; in baseball the team is run by a manager. And only in baseball does the manager or coach wear the same clothing the players do. If you'd ever seen John Madden in his Oakland Raiders uniform,you'd know the reason for this custom.
Now, I've mentioned football. Baseball & football are the two most popular spectator sports in this country. And as such, it seems they ought to be able to tell us something about ourselves and our values.
I enjoy comparing baseball and football:
Baseball is a nineteenth-century pastoral game.
Football is a twentieth-century technological struggle.
Baseball is played on a diamond, in a park.The baseball park!
Football is played on a gridiron, in a stadium, sometimes called Soldier Field or War Memorial Stadium.
Baseball begins in the spring, the season of new life.
Football begins in the fall, when everything's dying.
In football you wear a helmet.
In baseball you wear a cap.
Football is concerned with downs - what down is it?
Baseball is concerned with ups - who's up?
In football you receive a penalty.
In baseball you make an error.
In football the specialist comes in to kick.
In baseball the specialist comes in to relieve somebody.
Football has hitting, clipping, spearing, piling on, personal fouls, late hitting and unnecessary roughness.
Baseball has the sacrifice.
Football is played in any kind of weather: rain, snow, sleet, hail, fog...
In baseball, if it rains, we don't go out to play.
Baseball has the seventh inning stretch.
Football has the two minute warning.
Baseball has no time limit: we don't know when it's gonna end - might have extra innings.
Football is rigidly timed, and it will end even if we've got to go to sudden death.
In baseball, during the game, in the stands, there's kind of a picnic feeling; emotions may run high or low, but there's not too much unpleasantness.
In football, during the game in the stands, you can be sure that at least twenty-seven times you're capable of taking the life of a fellow human being.
And finally, the objectives of the two games are completely different:
In football the object is for the quarterback, also known as the field general, to be on target with his aerial assault, riddling the defense by hitting his receivers with deadly accuracy in spite of the blitz, even if he has to use shotgun. With short bullet passes and long bombs, he marches his troops into enemy territory, balancing this aerial assault with a sustained ground attack that punches holes in the forward wall of the enemy's defensive line.
In baseball the object is to go home! And to be safe! - I hope I'll be safe at home!
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