Quelli dell'isola

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Tutto ciò che vorreste portarvi appresso stando su un'isola deserta per rendere più lieve la solitudine.

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Aggiungetemi!
Battlegods
Battlegods
15 feb 17

DeRank™: 5,01

The Who - Tattoo Someone used to say "grab the guitar and go"
MrGMauro
MrGMauro
10 feb 17

DeRank™: 2,39

But what an ugly day it has been today on these pages, but let's start again from here and talk about something else because it wasn't so useless if we want to see it as a turning point...

un giorno dopo l'altro

"One Day After Another"

One day after another
time goes by
the streets always the same,
the same houses.
One day after another
and everything is as it was
one step after another,
the same life.
And the eyes around seek
that future they had dreamed of
but dreams are still dreams
and the future is now almost past.
One day after another
life slips away
tomorrow will be a day just like yesterday.
The ship has already left the port
and from the shore, it looks like a distant point
someone again this evening
returns home disappointed slowly.
One day after another
life slips away
and hope is now a habit.
MrGMauro
MrGMauro
9 feb 17

DeRank™: 1,25

And now let's also bring along a beautiful poem, to better describe the emotions, feelings, facts, events, and thoughts that will characterize that blessed island...

Georges Moustaki in Lo straniero

"The Stranger"

"With this stranger’s face
I am just a real man
even if it won’t seem so to you.

I have eyes as clear as the sea
capable only of dreaming
while now I no longer dream.

Half pirate, half artist
a wanderer, a musician
who steals almost as much as he gives.

With this mouth that will drink
from every fountain it sees
and perhaps will never stop.

With this stranger’s face
I have traversed my life
without knowing where to go.
It was the summer sun
and a thousand women in love
that matured my age.

I have done wrong with an open face
and sometimes I have suffered too
yet I have never cried.

And my soul, you know
will end up in purgatory
unless a miracle occurs now.

With this stranger’s face
on an abandoned ship
I have arrived to you.
Now you are a prisoner
of this splendid chimera
of this love without age.

You will be queen, and you will reign,
the things you dream of
will become reality.
Our love will last
for a brief eternity
until death comes.

Our love will last
for a brief eternity
until death comes."
Bubi
Bubi
8 feb 17

DeRank™: 0,00

For years I’ve written thrillers, dramas, fantasy; I’ve brought them with me to the island. This is the beginning of the last thing I wrote, the title is: The Beautiful Project of Stupid Woman Assunta. (Woman Assunta walks through the park with her husband Gino)
WOMAN ASSUNTA
Well, well, well, a lifetime of filling her pockets, and now what’s she doing? She’s decided to feed the poor… Well, well, well… a lifetime of being a snob, an emancipated woman, the one with the drugged daughter whom I take to five-thousand-a-month clinics… she’s tired of belonging to the miserable race of those who make their pockets jingle… well, well, well, she wants to save some junkie loser… every morning when I wake up I see her in her lovely bathrobe, her little legs all thin and groomed, looking like two toothpicks, the breasts costing ten thousand euros at the surgeon, and us? We’ve got calluses on our hands serving her… and everyone can see it, but now she doesn’t want to be part of the scum that’s ruined the world, but it doesn’t occur to her to become a builder, no! Well, well, well, she gives money to the poor and continues to sleep among pillows, and on Saturdays it’s shopping with her polished nails, so the poor will all be fine, and the only ones left doing forced labor will continue to be us, junkies will all be fine, but she’s not bringing any junkies home, no, help yes, but far from me!! Because they smell, and she’s not helping the homeless, I don’t want homeless people in my house because they smell even worse… and what about the gypsies, has she thought about them yet?... But of course she has, she’s definitely thought about it… (changes voice) one of these days I’ll invite one of them to eat the best pecorino I’ve got, aged! Or the pata negra, but with a cordial and a little prosecco, but don’t we want to give a nice prosecco to those filthy gypsies?... (pause) Dirty, bastards, and she’s a bastard too… someone should rape her Gino, well, well, well, and we can’t tolerate this… and we will give her a stop, we will, for sure.
mrbluesky
mrbluesky
7 feb 17

DeRank™: 1,25

IL VELIERO - LUCIO BATTISTI

the sailboat waiting for Bubi eh buddy hi
MrGMauro
MrGMauro
7 feb 17

DeRank™: 6,49

Talking about what to bring with us to this longed-for deserted island, we are going step by step, and after friendship, love, freedom, and other beautiful noble feelings, this time it’s the turn of the desire for peace, just as this beautiful song sings:

David Crosby - What Are Their Names

"What are their names"

"I wonder who the men are
that really lead this country
and I wonder why they do it
in such a reckless way.
Can you tell me what their names are
and on which street they live?
I would like to run away this afternoon
and give them
a part of my thoughts
that concern peace for humanity.
Peace is not
such a complicated thing
to ask for."
MrGMauro
MrGMauro
6 feb 17

DeRank™: 6,15

And if our blessed deserted island corresponded to "paradise," as understood in Christianity, as this passage suggests?

Eric Clapton - Tears In Heaven [traduzione in italiano]

"tears in heaven"

"would you know my name
if I saw you in heaven?
would it be the same
if I saw you in heaven?

I must be strong
and carry on,
'cause I know I don’t belong
here in