dado
dado
16 oct 21

DeRank™: 7,04

Once there was a king who had to die. He was a very powerful king, but he was deathly ill and despaired:
- Is it possible that such a powerful king must die? What are my wizards doing? Why aren't they saving me?
But the wizards had fled for fear of losing their heads. Only one was left, an old wizard whom no one paid attention to because he was rather eccentric and perhaps a bit crazy. The king hadn't consulted him in many years, but this time he summoned him.
- You can save yourself, - said the wizard, - but on one condition: that you give up your throne for one day to the man who resembles you more than anyone else. He, then, will die in your place.

Immediately, a proclamation was made throughout the kingdom: - Those who resemble the king are to present themselves at Court within twenty-four hours, under penalty of death.
Many came forward: some had a beard just like the king's, but their noses were a bit longer or shorter, and the wizard dismissed them; others resembled the king as much as one orange resembles another in the greengrocer's box, but the wizard dismissed them because they were missing a tooth or had a mole on their back.
- But you’re dismissing them all, - protested the king to his wizard. - Let me try with one of them, to start.
- It won't do you any good, - the wizard replied.

One evening, the king and his wizard were walking on the city's ramparts, and suddenly the wizard shouted: - There, there’s the man who resembles you more than anyone else!
And saying this, he pointed to a hunchbacked, half-blind beggar, dirty and covered in sores.
- But how is that possible, - protested the king, - there’s an abyss between us.
- A king who must die, - insisted the wizard, - resembles only the poorest, the most miserable in the city. Hurry, change your clothes with his for a day, put him on the throne, and you will be saved.
But the king absolutely refused to admit he resembled the beggar. He returned to the palace sulking, and that very evening he died, crown on his head and scepter in hand.

Gianni Rodari, Favole al telefono
  
dado
dado
15 oct 21

DeRank™: 7,76

Ben Harper - With My Own Two Hands

Too much trust in humanity lately, that sweet misanthropy of the past will return.
 
dado
dado
14 oct 21

DeRank™: 13,67

Giacomo di cristallo

"Once, in a distant city, a transparent child was born. Through his limbs, one could see as through the air and water. He was made of flesh and bone, yet appeared to be made of glass, and if he fell, he wouldn't shatter but might at most get a transparent bump on his forehead. You could see his heart beating, you could see his thoughts darting like colorful fish in their tank.
Once, by mistake, the child told a lie, and immediately the people could see a ball of fire behind his forehead: he told the truth again, and the ball of fire dissolved. For the rest of his life, he never told another lie.
Another time a friend confided a secret to him, and immediately everyone saw a black ball rolling restlessly in his chest, and the secret was no longer a secret.
The child grew up, became a young man, then a man, and everyone could read his thoughts and guess his answers before he even opened his mouth when they asked him a question.
His name was Giacomo, but the people called him “Giacomo di cristallo,” and they loved him for his loyalty, and around him everyone became kind.
Unfortunately, in that country, a fierce dictator came to power, and a period of oppression, injustice, and misery began for the people. Those who dared to protest disappeared without a trace. Those who rebelled were shot. The poor were persecuted, humiliated, and insulted in a hundred ways.
The people remained silent and endured, fearing the consequences.
But Giacomo could not be silent. Even if he didn’t open his mouth, his thoughts spoke for him: he was transparent and everyone read behind his forehead thoughts of outrage and condemnation for the injustices and violence of the tyrant. In secret, the people repeated Giacomo's thoughts to each other and found hope.
The tyrant had Giacomo di cristallo arrested and ordered him to be thrown into the darkest prison.
But then something extraordinary happened. The walls of the cell where Giacomo was imprisoned became transparent, and after them the walls of the prison, and finally even the outer walls. The people passing by the prison saw Giacomo sitting on his stool, as if the prison itself were made of crystal, and continued to read his thoughts. At night, the prison radiated a great light around it, and the tyrant in the palace had all the curtains drawn to avoid seeing it, but nonetheless he couldn’t manage to sleep. Giacomo di cristallo, even in chains, was stronger than him, for the truth is stronger than anything, brighter than day, more terrible than a hurricane."

Gianni Rodari, Favole al telefono
  
dado
dado
10 oct 21

DeRank™: 15,31

Antonella Ruggiero - Matia Bazar " TI SENTO" LIVE ' 87

Speaking of great voices on international stages: some Italian artists have made their mark in the POP scene as well.
 
dado
dado
9 oct 21

DeRank™: 24,79

Tim Buckley - I woke up ("The Show" 1970)

The son is very good, but, alas, certain territories he has never managed to explore.
 
dado
dado
20 sep 21

DeRank™: 12,06

The Cranberries - No Need to Argue (Later Archive 1994)
Dolores, a petite Grace Slick without the Jefferson Airplane behind her.
 
dado
dado
8 sep 21

DeRank™: 8,27

Tutto il resto e' noia

"It seems like a trivial thing, and yet it contains everything: loneliness, incommunicability, and then that other thing, the one that's in vogue today... the... alienation."
 
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