PaolinoPaperino Banned

are you still there watching who has the longest one?

no I refused to watch Arraphao, there’s a limit to everything. (I had a dream, a dream in reverse)

millions of men who together form a single fat and unbalanced animal with aluminum skin, devoid of muscles or bones, only the bone of the heart that do not understand that the new world exists beyond every state and politics government and religion And how to speak the truth about oneself without feeling lost

<BLUES> because
they kidnap men they don't even know and they do it for others
judges directors of asylums and Nazi jails scientists secret agents
communists and they can do whatever they want with me but I keep thinking
that all of them are just one gang of monsters just like Christians Jews
pacifists Buddhists ecologists the worshippers of Satan's ass
the Indian princes who beat old horses to death and all the others
who always represent something else never their own desperate self
I look at the moon through the trees and see the
millions of human beings my companions on this earth
but how can I distinguish them if they all have one expression
how the hell can I understand their words if they don't speak
how the hell can I tell the earth from the sky if they keep moving them
I have changed the world hasn't changed
here around me in the silence everything utters its true name
why not men
why not the filthy banks that use my money to finance wars
science fiction research and that money isn't mine
why not the completely mad scientists who fly into space like vultures
millions of men who all together are a single fat and unbalanced beast
with aluminum skin without muscles or bones
only the bone of the heart
that don't understand that the new world exists beyond every state and politics
government and religion
And how to tell the truth about oneself without feeling lost

be Happy tinì cansino wasn't really that beautiful.

<what remains> Do you only seek a hole
or do you also ask for the view
this is the preview love
find another place
something is already in the air
something is already on the ground
someone from inside
asks how to do
... what!
There are those who kill priests
but it's just another way to stay upright
You can steal time but only for a day
the rest is just a vice
that leaves you crippled
no one to excuse
there's too little time to start over
Nothing can kill us
nothing can tire us out
this is just a game love
and not even that beautiful
something is already in the air
something is already on the ground
someone from inside
bleeds
... where!
The guest is already tired
The joke is so old and there's nothing at stake

<in your absence> Again
I have been
in your room
breaking mirrors
breaking mirrors
in your most secret
room
Again
On the fragments
memory takes shape
.......
I have been
breaking mirrors
in your room
........
Again

the movie wasn't that bad after all

In the fifth of the Duino Elegies, composed by Rainer Maria Rilke between 1912 and 1922, the poet invokes the figure of the Angel to gather "the healing herb" and guard it, like pharmacists of old, in a vase bearing the Latin inscription "Subrisio Saltat." This herb is the artist's smile in the fulfillment of their gesture; it is the very origin of the artistic experience: a territory traversed by nomads who maintain a gaze free and irreducible to the rules of the world that welcomes them, and yet they are children of that world, with roots that are strong and deep, like the herb, difficult to uproot.

<the sky transforms>When I finally find myself alone
when the sounds fill the room
when the days pass quickly
because silence descends upon everything
thoughts change
voices change
roads change
things change---