Come una nuvola di vapore.

idem come sopra

Mettere un punto... . ....

Mettere un punto.
Mettere un punto e andare a capo.
Mettere un punto e andare a capo è una bella filosofia. Una filosofia forse zen o forse un po' troppo da folla. Seguirla è stato quasi come una religione. E' stato affascinante. Per quella non facilità dell'animo umano di voler abbandonarsi all'inerzia della linea retta senza scendere o salire nè proseguire su un'altra rotta. La linea guida è quella perchè andare a capo? Perchè interrompere? Eppure la bellezza e la purezza di abbassare il sipario e fermare la piece sono state più forti dell'inerzia maligna. Già. Me lo ha insegnato jack e io l'ho ascoltato. Adesso però no, non so se l'atto di mettere quel punto è davvero così potente da innalzare a deus ex machina di un destino pigro.
Silent.
Loro stanno lì in silenzio da millenni e sono il suggello di qualcosa di importante. Nella mia testa.
Silent_Nunte



E' cominciata così. Stavolta. Ed è un tempio.

Original sound track:
Monamour film feat Port Royal - Roniga Timmen

hell was next to come

I knew
It would have been a different code
so for awhile I was mute
Believing it was crazy to
Believe in what I
Felt
Could
Be
My home
And Hell was next to come

She swept
she crossed her legs to see my blood
reflushing in her glass
Well knowin’ I was crazy to
refuse all that she
Knew
Would
Be
My home
Hell was next to come

That’ why I knew
it would have been a different code
so for awhile I was mute
believing I was crazy to believe then
I felt cold and burned my wings
put my fingers down at strings
My home sweet home, Hell was next to come I knew
It would have been a different code
so for awhile I was mute
Believing it was crazy to
Believe in what I
Felt
Could
Be
My home
And Hell was next to come

She swept
she crossed her legs to see my blood
reflushing in her glass
Well knowin’ I was crazy to
refuse all that she
Knew
Would
Be
My home
Hell was next to come

That’ why I knew
it would have been a different code
so for awhile I was mute
believing I was crazy to believe then
I felt cold and burned my wings
put my fingers down at strings
My home sweet home, Hell was next to come


Original soundtrack:
pioggia d'autunno