Archive for September, 2008

We all share the same destiny!

The voice asleep, the voice has vanished
from the top of the sky to the place below
touch the surface and the mirror bends
your words resound, out of control
freeze into time now

Still inside, yet doubt survives
it all begins, beneath the skin
No-one is near, no-one will hear
your changeling song take shape
in Shadowtime

Turn your wish to a vapour, the silhouette fades
eclipse your blue eyes, and the outline remains
from the house of the moon to the stars up above
amidst the comets, first sight of love

so begins the countdown

Falling sky, a solar sigh
it all begins, beneath the skin
No-one is near, no-one will hear
your changeling song takes shape
in Shadowtime

Shadowtime

Catching fire, taking hold
all that glisters leaves you cold
No-one is near, no-one will head
your changeling song take shape
in Shadowtime

Shadowtime
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Shadowtime, Superstition

A certain self-absorption, not personal, but human, has marked almost all attempts to conceive the universe as a whole. Mind, or some aspect of it—thought or will or sentience—has been regarded as the pattern after which the universe is to be conceived, for no better reason, at bottom, than that such a universe would not seem strange, and would give us the cosy feeling that every place is like home. To conceive the universe as essentially progressive or essentially deteriorating, for example, is to give to our hopes and fears a cosmic importance which may, of course, be justified, but which we have as yet no reason to suppose justified. Until we have learnt to think of it in ethically neutral terms, we have not arrived at a scientific attitude in philosophy; and until we have arrived at such an attitude, it is hardly to be hoped that philosophy will achieve any solid results.
Bertrand Russell, Mysticism and Logic (and other Essays), The Place of Science in a Liberal Education - Part II

Ombrellaio, ombrellaio santo cielo verrà , verrà,
sono qui che aggiusto il manico,
sono qui che pianto il manico
ombrellaio, ombrellaio santo cielo verrà , verrà ,
sono qui che aggiusto il manico
ma non so come si fa.

L’ombrellaio, ombrellaio è arrivato eccomi qua
se ci sono problemi di manico,
se c’è da piantare il manico,
ombrellaio, ombrellaio è arrivato eccolo qua
se ci sono problemi di manico lui li risolverà.

Senta ombrellaio, guardi ombrellaio,
cosa è successo,
guardi un po’ qua, mi si è svitato il manico,
mi si è smollato il manico.
Non è niente!
Ombrellaio, ombrellaio non vada via rimanga qua,
se adesso non ciò niente forse un giorno si romperà .

Sono ombrellaio, faccio l’ombrellaio,
giro il mondo di qui e di la,
cambio stecche, pianto i manici
ma sapesse ma quanti manici.
Ombrellaio, ombrellaio guardi il mio ombrello che scherzo mi fa,
se bisogna cambiare il manico faccia presto per carità .

Ombrellaio, ombrellaio santo cielo ma cosa mi fa,
Ombrellaio, ombrellaio ma stia fermo per carità .
Ombrellaio, ombrellaio che cosa fa …ah, ah, ah, ah…
Adesso viene il bello.
Ombrellaio, ombrellaio, ombrellaio, ombrellaio
me sont innamorà
ombrellaio, ombrellaio, me sont innamorà
che cosa fa, che cosa fa, ombrellaio,
lasci un po’ stà
non mi tocchi, non mi tocchi
ombrellaio, ombrellaio
ombrellaio, ombrellaio
ombrellaio, ombrellaio
Cochi e Renato, L’ombrellaio (Tradizionale - riadattamento Pozzetto), Le Canzoni Intelligenti

“Is there anybody out there who is lost and hurt and lonely too
Are they bleeding all your colours into one
And if you come undone as if you’d been run through
Some catapult that fired you
You wonder if your chance will ever come
Or if you’re stuck in square one.”
Coldplay, Square One, X&Y

I’ve finally had some spare time to update my own Photostream.

Exper’s Photostream - 10 September, 2008.

No more violence!

Some Tints and Tones experimentations.

My values altered i was looking for peace
I was tired in the lands of the west.
I had to get out
I took a map, let the pendulum swing
I wrote a note, took my prayer mat and left
On a prayer and a wing

And every moment of my life
I dedicate to you
And when i fear of falling
I am in your hands

Pilgrimage
Killing Joke, Pilgrimage, Democracy

Some photos taken during a recent trip in Lefkada (Greece).
Hope you like them!

Glass-Ice-Plastic like Water (Kathisma, Lefkada, Greece)

Necromantion

Necromantion

Acheron river

cheron river

Agios Yannis

Pefkoulia

Pefkoulia

Agios Yannis

Desimi

Kathisma

Kathisma

Kathisma

Desimi

Desimi

Greek style

Night shot - Lefkada

Night shot - Lefkada