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Be always like the sea, which, breaking up against cliffs, it finds always the force to try again. ( Jim James DouglasMorrison) Memento audere semper et ventis adversis (Gabriele D`Annunzio)

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Amo & Odio

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I miei interessi

Kurt Cobain

Les Litanies de Satan/ Prière( Charles Baudelaire : Les fleurs du mal )

Ô toi, le plus savant et le plus beau des anges,
Dieu trahi par le sort et privé de louanges,

Ô Satan, prends pitié de ma longue misère!

Ô Prince de l'exil, à qui l'on a fait tort
Et qui, vaincu, toujours te redresse plus fort,

Ô Satan, prends pitié de ma longue misère!

Toi qui sais tout, grand roi des choses souterraines,
Guérisseur familier des angoisses humaines,

Ô Satan, prends pitié de ma longue misère!

Toi qui, même aux lépreux, aux parias maudits,
Enseignes par l'amour le goût du Paradis,

Ô Satan, prends pitié de ma longue misère!

Ô toi qui de la Mort, ta vieille et forte amante,
Engendras l'Espérance, — une folle charmante!

Ô Satan, prends pitié de ma longue misère!

Toi qui fais au proscrit ce regard calme et haut
Qui damne tout un peuple autour d'un échafaud.

Ô Satan, prends pitié de ma longue misère!

Toi qui sais en quels coins des terres envieuses
Le Dieu jaloux cacha les pierres précieuses,

Ô Satan, prends pitié de ma longue misère!

Toi dont l'œil clair connaît les profonds arsenaux
Où dort enseveli le peuple des métaux,

Ô Satan, prends pitié de ma longue misère!

Toi dont la large main cache les précipices
Au somnambule errant au bord des édifices,

Ô Satan, prends pitié de ma longue misère!

Toi qui, magiquement, assouplis les vieux os
De l'ivrogne attardé foulé par les chevaux,

Ô Satan, prends pitié de ma longue misère!

Toi qui, pour consoler l'homme frêle qui souffre,

Nous appris à mêler le salpêtre et le soufre,

Ô Satan, prends pitié de ma longue misère!

Toi qui poses ta marque, ô complice subtil,
Sur le front du Crésus impitoyable et vil,

Ô Satan, prends pitié de ma longue misère!

Toi qui mets dans les yeux et dans le cœur des filles
Le culte de la plaie et l'amour des guenilles,

Ô Satan, prends pitié de ma longue misère!

Bâton des exilés, lampe des inventeurs,
Confesseur des pendus et des conspirateurs,

Ô Satan, prends pitié de ma longue misère!

Père adoptif de ceux qu'en sa noire colère
Du paradis terrestre a chassés Dieu le Père,

Ô Satan, prends pitié de ma longue misère!

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Prière

Gloire et louange à toi, Satan, dans les hauteurs
Du Ciel, où tu régnas, et dans les profondeurs
De l'Enfer, où, vaincu, tu rêves en silence!
Fais que mon âme un jour, sous l'Arbre de Science,
Près de toi se repose, à l'heure où sur ton front
Comme un Temple nouveau, ses rameaux s'épandront!

Ghost Song ( Jim Morrison /Doors) ( An American Prayer album)

Awake, shake dreams from your hair My pretty child, my sweet one Choose the day and choose the sign of your day The day's divinity, first thing you see

A vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moon Couples naked race down by its quiet side And we laugh like soft, mad children Smug in the wooly cotton brains of infancy The music and voices are all around us

Choose they croon the Ancient Ones The time has come again Choose now, they croon beneath the moon Beside an ancient lake

Enter again the sweet forest Enter the hot dream, come with us Everything is broken up and dances

Indians scattered On dawn's highway bleeding Ghosts crowd the young child's Fragile eggshell mind

We have assembled inside this ancient and insane theater To propagate our lust for life And flee the swarming wisdom of the streets

The barns have stormed, the windows kept And only one of all the rest to dance and save us From the divine mockery of words Music inflames temperament

Oh, great creator of being Grant us one more hour to perform our art And perfect our lives We need great golden copulations

When the true kings murderers Are allowed to roam free A thousand magicians arise in the land Where are the feasts we are promised?

Andrea Bocelli At The Theatre Of SILENCE (Lajatico: Tuscany)

I see this land, feel it pressing beneath my feet.

It is my land. It is a land that loves silence,

As I myself love it.

And if I break this silence with my voice,

I do it to pay homage to these places and to my people.

The music penetrates the land, travels over it,

and flies far, far away.

It is a message of love.

( Maestro Andrea Bocelli)

Mother Love ( Made in Heaven )

I don't want to sleep with you I don't need the passion too I don't want a stormy affair To make me feel my life is heading somewhere All I want is the comfort and care Just to know that my woman gives me sweet Mother love ah ha

I've walked too long in this lonely lane I've had enough of this same old game I'm a man of the world and they say that I'm strong But my heart is heavy, and my hope is gone

Out in the city, in the cold world outside I don't want pity, just a safe place to hide Mama please, let me back inside

I don't want to make no waves But you can give me all the love that I crave I can't take it if you see me cry I long for peace before I die

All I want is to know that you're there You're gonna give me all your sweet Mother love ah ha (mother love)

My body's aching, but I can't sleep My dreams are all the company I keep Got such a feeling as the sun goes down I'm coming home to my sweet Mother love

God works in mysterious ways Eeeeh dop, de dop, dep dop I think I'm goin' back to the things I learned so well in my youth

Freddie Mercury and mum Jer Bulsara

Pier Paolo Pasolini, Plea to My Mother(From Poetry in the Form of a Rose)

It is difficult to express in the words of a son

What in my heart I bear little resemblance to.

You are the only one in the world who knows my heart,

what it has always been, before any other love.

For this, I must tell you what is horrifying to know:

It is within your grace that my anguish is born.

You are irreplaceable. That's why

The life you gave me is damned to loneliness.

And I don't want to be alone. I have an infinite hunger

for love, for the love of soulless bodies.

Because the soul is in you, it is you, but you

are my mother, and your love is my slavery:

I spent my childhood enslaved by this

lofty, irremediable sense of immense commitment.

It was the only way to feel life,

the only color, the only shape: now it's over.

We survive, and it is the confusion

of a life reborn outside of reason.

I beg you, oh, I beg you: don't want to die.

I'm here, alone, with you, in a future April.

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Susanna Colussi was originally from Casarsa, in Friuli.

Her family was of ancient peasant origins.

Pasolini's filial affection for his mother was always intense.

In a typewritten document, found posthumously among her papers, he wrote:

“ Every time I'm asked to tell something about my mother,

To remember something about her,

It's always the same image that comes to mind.

We are in Sacile, in the spring of 1929 or 1931, rata mamma

And I walk along the path of a meadow quite far away

from the country; we are alone, completely alone.

Around us, there are the newly budding bushes, but with the appearance

still wintry; even the trees are bare, and, through blue,

But the primroses have already sprung up.

The banks of the ditches are covered with them.

full.

This gives me such infinite joy that even now, as I speak about it,

It's suffocating me. I

hold my mother's arm tightly

(I'm actually walking

arm in arm with her)

and I bury my cheek in the poor fur

that she wears: in that fur I smell the scent of

spring, a mixture of frost and warmth, of smelly mud and

flowers still odorless, from home and from the countryside.

This scent of my mother's poor fur coat is the scent of my life

(from Enzo Siciliano, Life of Pasolini, Oscar Mondadori, 2005, p.41).

In 1950, Pier Paolo Pasolini and his mother moved to Rome.

Finding work was extremely difficult for him.

His mother began working as a housekeeper.

Pasolini also sought help from the poet Giorgio Caproni,

with whom he had previously only corresponded.

He sought recognition by submitting his writings and poems to magazines, n

newspapers, and literary competitions

He came in second, among other places, in a dialect poetry competition, whose jury included Eduardo De Filippo. Friendships gradually grew, and a steady salary arrived: twenty-seven thousand lire a month, for teaching at a private school in Ciampino, where Vincenzo Cerami was one of his students. Pasolini was able to move house and support his mother, who, in fact, stopped working. Literary success and film came next. When he filmed The Gospel According to St. Matthew in 1964, he had his mother play the role of Mary.

Enzo Siciliano writes on page 315:

This choice was a declarative gesture of love for her, but it also marks the expression of an archaic Christianity, almost unattainable by reason: interpreting the figure of Mary of Nazareth as a 'unique' mother, identifiable only with her own mother

Victory Day Russia 09 May

Putin and Russian Olympic Team Sing National Anthem Together/I am Proud of You !

Honoring the past and resisting Russia's present-day to aggression against Russia

Honoring the past and resisting Russia's present-day

to aggression against Russia

Just as Nazism was vanquished,

So too must the West and USA/Navo dictatorship be defeated!

An unjust dictatorship, sanctions against Russia,

which America wanted to use through Ukraine

European Union and other nations.

The enemy is not Russia;

It has always been North America.

The first Holocaust was the extermination

by the Native Americans of North America,

the true Americans, always and only for their own interests

. America has always wanted to dominate the world.
It will never succeed.

Thank you for your calm and patience,

President Vladimir

Slava Russia

LIVE : Russia Victory Day Parade 2026 | Military Parade in Moscow's Red Square | Vladimir Putin

Thanks Russia !

Russian Air Force Flypast Concludes Moscow Victory Day Celebrations

Siete con noi in questi giorni speciali!

Soldati nordcoreani partecipano alla parata del Giorno della Vittoria a Mosca, per la prima volta.

La liberazione della Serbia sarebbe stata impossibile senza i soldati russi/Belgrado

Decine di migliaia di persone hanno sfilato a San Pietroburgo

NCONTRO COMPLETO: Putin dice a Fico che la Russia soddisferà il fabbisogno energetico della Slovacchia

Il presidente russo Vladimir Putin ha dichiarato al primo ministro slovacco Robert Fico che la Russia è pronta a soddisfare il fabbisogno energetico della Slovacchia durante i colloqui al Cremlino di Mosca. Putin ha elogiato la "politica estera sovrana" della Slovacchia e ha preannunciato una maggiore cooperazione, nonostante le tensioni tra Russia, UE e NATO sulla questione ucraina. L'incontro ha posto l'accento sulla sicurezza energetica e sul rinnovamento delle relazioni bilaterali tra Mosca e Bratislava.

Vladimir Putin Holds Bilateral Meeting With Slovak PM Robert Fico After Russia’s Victory Day Parade

Leader stranieri si uniscono a Putin alla Tomba del Milite Ignoto

Slovakia PM Robert Fico Lays Flowers Near Kremlin Ahead Of Russia Victory Day Parade

RUSSIA, Parata della Vittoria INTEGRALE | Putin: “La NATO sostiene una forza aggressiva

Russia Victory Parade 2026

Giornata vittoria Russia, D'Orsi: "L'Europa non gli ha mai perdonato di aver sconfitto il Nazismo"

Putin alza un brindisi alla generazione dei vincitori nel Giorno della Vittoria

Russia Victory Day Parade 2026 | Military Parade in Moscow's Red Square | Vladimir Putin

Rusia honra el sacrificio del pueblo soviético en el Día de la Victoria Señal

FULL PARADE: Russia Victory Day 2026 | 81st Anniversary Red Square Ceremony | Putin Speech

Respect Russia

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Victory day 2 💯💯RUSSIA Glory to Heroes

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81 years since the Red Army's victory over the Nazis/ On 09 Victoria Celebration/commemoration

On 09 May marks the 81st Anniversary of the Great Victory over Nazism.

81 years since the Red Army's victory over the Nazis
The Germans signed the surrender to the Soviets

In the early hours of May 9, 1945, with the signing of the final surrender of German troops in Berlin, the world was finally liberated from Adolf Hitler's Nazism, marking the end of the bloody Second World War.

At dawn, Field Marshal Wilhelm Keitel, as the principal signatory, presented the Wehrmacht's surrender to Marshal of the Soviet Union (USSR) Georgi Zhukov at the Red Army headquarters in Berlin-Karlshorst, east of the capital.

This was what Soviet Commander-in-Chief Joseph Stalin had demanded, considering that the previous signature, made on May 7 in Reims, France, had no further validity, as Germany was represented by General Alfred Jodl, who, according to his argument, lacked sufficient rank to guarantee the legal validity of the enormous step that was being taken.

This, according to the USSR leader, left the door open for a repeat of the First World War armistice, signed in 1918 by then-German Secretary of State Matthias Erzberg, which had allowed the Nazis to rise to power, creating the conditions for the world's second conflagration. The United States and Great Britain accepted this approach.

This sealed the end of the largest war in human history, with 62 countries involved, the equivalent of 80% of the entire planet's population, and between 50 and 85 million dead, some 40 million civilians, most of them from the Soviet Union and China.
The USSR alone lost the lives of some 26,6 million people and nearly a third of its national wealth.

Narrative from the USA ( it`s not the truth)

Hollywood is a vast factory of fantasies and lies that responds to powerful economic and, of course, ideological interests. Thus, it creates narratives in which truth and history are distorted, manipulated, and changed. It turns losers into victors and villains into heroes. A racist and supremacist like John Wayne in real life was elevated to the level of an idol for killing "Indians" on screen and scorning them off-screen.

This is what happened with World War II: while they insist on denying or hiding the crucial and decisive contribution of the Soviet Union, they magnify the achievements of the United States and its European allies. It's no

coincidence that another supremacist like Donald Trump is currently using the same deliberately distorted message.

That's what it's all about.

But the truth is that in the decisive phase of the Second World War, which ran from June 1941 to May 1945, it was the USSR that not only produced the greatest number of martyrs, both military and civilian, but also contributed the greatest number of victories in decisive campaigns and battles.

On June 22, 1941, Hitler's Germany invaded the Soviet Union, sparking the start of the Great Patriotic War. On September 8, the siege of Leningrad by Germany and Finland began, lasting 872 days, until January 27, 1944—exactly two years, four months, and 19 days—a period during which nearly one million people died, mostly from hunger and exposure. The city never fell, holding out until the triumph of Operation Iskra (Spark), which had begun to break the siege a year earlier, in January 1943.

Other epic episodes would follow, leading up to the final months. The Battle of Stalingrad, which lasted 200 days and nights, until November 19, 1942, was one of them. The Nazis suffered a resounding defeat despite their superiority in numbers and military equipment. The same thing happened on August 23, 1943, when, after 50 days, at the cost of the loss of 860.000 people, the Red Army dealt a devastating blow to the Nazis.

By the fall of 1944, as a result of the Soviet offensive, Germany's allies such as Finland, Romania, and Bulgaria were forced to withdraw from the war. In February 1945, at the Yalta Conference, the USSR, the US, and Great Britain outlined their final plans to crush Hitler's troops. Hitler ultimately committed suicide on April 30.

Triumph.

Quoted by Sputnik Mundo, Argentine historian Pablo Borda maintains

that "this triumph of the Soviet people was also a triumph for all humanity,

which is why it was the defeat of Nazism.

When you think about how present narratives like the Normandy landings are, it was a tiny fraction of the fight against Nazism.

More Soviet soldiers died in the Battle of Stalingrad than all the Americans died in the entire Second World War,” he says, emphasizing that today

The quest to “delegitimize and turn Russia into everything

That is wrong, leading to absurd places like commemorating the liberation of Auschwitz,

without mentioning who the soldiers were who went in to liberate it.

11 nations are liberated from the USSR
The Western narrative deliberately ignores some important details

Around 7 million Soviet soldiers fought during 1944 and 1945 to liberate 11 nations from the Nazi yoke, with more than a million of them falling on the battlefield.

And with the wounded and missing, this amounted to more than three million casualties.

We salute Russia’s revolutionary struggle against

fascism—honoring the indomitable spirit of liberation,

solidarity, and anti-imperialist unity.

The Soviet Union liberated humanity from the opprobrium of Nazi Germany.
Without the Russian and Soviet people to put an end to the criminal, infernal war machine orchestrated by Nazi-fascism 81 years ago. Had this not happened, humanity would
have entered a very dark historical period of backwardness and crimes.

The real truth is that the Red Army,

With its great victory 81 years ago, the Russian people

The Soviet people, and their political and military heroes,

With a sacrifice of 26,6

million human beings,

It saved Europe and saved humanity.

Thanks, Mother Russia

Il patriottismo è la più alta forma di giustizia Mr President Vladimir Putin

81 years since the Red Army's victory over the Nazis/Happy Victory Day

Enciende mi fuego / Doors

Sabes que sería mentira Sabes que sería un mentiroso Si te dijera Chica, no podríamos llegar mucho más alto

Vamos, nena, enciende mi fuego Vamos, nena, enciende mi fuego Intenta prender fuego a la noche

Se acabó el tiempo de dudar No hay tiempo para revolcarse en el fango Inténtalo ahora, solo podemos perder Y nuestro amor se convertirá en una pira funeraria

Vamos nena, enciende mi fuego Vamos nena, enciende mi fuego Intenta prender fuego a la noche, sí

Se acabó el tiempo de dudar No hay tiempo para revolcarse en el fango Inténtalo ahora, solo podemos perder Y nuestro amor se convertirá en una pira funeraria

Vamos nena, enciende mi fuego Vamos nena, enciende mi fuego Intenta prender fuego a la noche, sí

Sabes que sería mentira Sabes que sería un mentiroso Si te dijera Chica, no podríamos llegar mucho más alto

Vamos, nena, enciende mi fuego Vamos, nena, enciende mi fuego Intenta prender fuego a la noche Intenta prender fuego a la noche Intenta prender fuego a la noche Intenta prender fuego a la noche

De mi fuego intenta aprender fuego a la noche, sí

Se acabó el tiempo de dudar No hay tiempo para revolcarse en el fango Inténtalo ahora, solo podemos perder y nuestro amor se convertirá en una pira funeraria

Vamos nena, enciende mi fuego Vamos nena, enciende mi fuego Intenta prender fuego a la noche, sí

Sabes que sería mentira Sabes que sería un mentiroso Si te dijera Chica, no podríamos llegar mucho más alto

Vamos, nena, enciende mi fuego Vamos, nena, enciende mi fuego Intenta prender fuego a la noche Intenta prender fuego a la noche Intenta prender fuego a la noche Intenta prender fuego a la noche

{Jim} James Douglas Morrison

Las Palabras de Amor Freddie Mercury & Montserrat Caballe`

Don't touch me now
Don't hold me now
Don't break the spell, darling
Now you are near
Look in my eyes and speak to me
The special promises I long to hear
Las palabras de amor
Let me hear the words of love
Despacito mi amor
Love me slow and gently
One foolish world, so many souls
Senselessly hurled through
The never-ending cold
And all for fear and all for greed

Speak any tongue
But for God's sake, we need
Las palabras de amor
Let me hear the words of love
Despacito mi amor
Let me know this night and evermore

This room is bare
This night is cold
We're far apart, and I'm growing old
But while we live
We'll meet again
So then my love
We may whisper once more
It's you I adore
Las palabras de amor
Let me hear the words of love

Touch me now
Las palabras de amor
Let us share the words of love
Forevermore
For evermore

Enya : May it be

May it be an evening star
Shines down upon you
May it be when darkness falls
Your heart will be true
You walk a lonely road
Oh, how far you are from home
Mornië utúlië ((darkness has come))
Believe, and you will find your way
Mornië alantië ((darkness has fallen))
A promise lives within you now
May it be the shadows call
Will fly away
May it be your journey on
To light the day
When the night is overcome
You may rise to find the sun
Mornië utúlië ((darkness has come))
Believe, and you will find your way
Mornië alantië ((darkness has fallen))
A promise lives within you now
A promise lives within you now

Tears In Rain / Blad Runner

I've seen things you people wouldn't believe.

Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion.

I watched c-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate

. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain

—time to die.

Rest in peace

Rutger Oelsen Hauer

Breukelen ( pr Utrecht)

23 January 1944

RIP– 19 July 2019

Beetsterzwaag

{ Friesland}

The netherlands

Anima/Soul

A chi non ha un'anima e non ha bisogno di occuparsene.

Tu,che un'anima ce l'hai,dovresti metterla al centro

del tuo mondo.

Tu sei il contenuto,non la scatola.

Evita le scatole vuote.

Punta all'essenza.

E andrai lontano.

Troverai dentro di te il tuo altrove.

Ascolterai più`musica,alzerai la testa per guardare il cielo

E l`abbasserai piano per vedere dove comincia il mare.

Entrerai in un film.

Ti perderai.

Per ritrovarti in un libro,in una piccola follia,

in una risata inattesa,in una stretta di mano,o,

magari,nella morsa di un abbraccio che resta.

Già`l`abbraccio.

Il ponte fra due anime.

Il sentiero delle emozioni.

La fusione di due respiri.

La confusione della tristezza.

Il luogo .

L`appuntamento tra quattro braccia e l`immenso.

La protezione.

La possibilità`

Il conforto.

L'abbraccio è una casa.

La casa di cui dovresti abitare ogni volta

che ti perdi nel vuoto di una vita che non ti appartiene .

La tua casa.

Quella dove tutto può`succedere,ma tu sei al sicuro.

Ricorda.

Non hai bisogno di cambiare il mondo,

hai bisogno di ritrovare i tuoi occhi e guardarlo come senti.

Di stringere ciò`che ami e mandare via ciò`che ti affligge.

Punta alla tua Vita.

Sei nata libera .

E nessuna catena ha il diritto di tenerti.

pg 49

Angelo De Pascalis.

{ Il Ritrattista di Anime }

Tu sei..

Tu sei quella che ha taciuto

Quella che aggiustava tutto.

Hai sempre trovato un modo,

un motivo,un senso.

Mettevi in cantina la tua vita

per dare luce a quella degli altri,

arrivando a pensare

che il tuo ruolo fosse quello.

Vivere per chi

rinunciando a se stessa.

Forse credevi di non essere degna

e ti raccontavi che splendere non fosse per te.

Poi,al primo raggio di luna nuova,

accompagnavi con le dita una lacrima alla porta del tuo viso,

raccoglievi i tuoi capelli

e i cocci di un passato mai trascorso del tutto

per perderti in un sorriso di incoraggiamento regalato in fretta

ad uno specchio complice.

Ti incoraggiavi e ti rassegnavi.

Spendevi la tua forza nei film altrui

e poi a sera rimandavi tutto,

senza mai crederci per davvero.

Non ti credevi,

ma di mentirti non smettevi mai.

Dipingevi l'amore per darlo altrove

E rimanevi ad aspettare nessuno

fino al nuovo sole.

Ma i Sogni ti hanno tenuta,

Adesso ti ami e vivi,

La tua cantina èun balcone sul mare

E a sera illumini la spiaggia

come la luna nelle notti d'agosto

pg.89

Angelo De Pascalis.

{ Il Ritrattista di Anime}

Giovanni Paolo II / Nascita,Pontificato / Decesso

E`nato a Wadowice (Polonia) il 18 maggio 1920 ed è morto nella Città del Vaticano il 2 aprile 2005

. È stato il 264º papa della Chiesa Cattolica

Dal 16 ottobre 1978 fino alla sua morte, avvenuta all'età di 84 anni il 02 aprile 2005 alle 21,35 concludendo un Pontificato

di Oltre 26 anni

Nascita: 18 maggio 1920, Wadowice, Polonia.

Morte: 02 aprile 2005, Città del Vaticano.

Canonizzazione:

Proclamato santo il 27 aprile 2014 da Papa Francesco.

Karol Wojtlya

Un Uomo Venuto da Molto Lontano

Un uomo venuto da lontano

Un uomo venuto da molto lontano

Negli occhi il ricordo dei campi di grano

Il vento di Auschwitz portava nel cuore

E intanto scriveva poesie d'amore

Amore che nasce dentro il cuore

La verità non muore

Un uomo che parte vestito di bianco

Per mille paesi e non sembra mai stanco

Ma dentro i suoi occhi un dolore profondo

Vedere il cammino diverso del mondo

La guerra e la gente che cambia il suo cuore

Che Caino sono pure io

Dall'Est è arrivato il primo squillo di tromba

Il mondo si ferma... c'è qualcosa che cambia

Un popolo grida: Noi vogliamo Dio!

La libertà è solo un dono suo

Tu apri le braccia e incoraggi i figli

Va', dolce, grande uomo, va'

Va', parla della libertà

Va’ dove l'uomo ha per sorella

Solo lebbra e mosche sulle labbra

Va' e ricorda a questo cuore mio

Che Caino sono pure io

Via Crucis 2005 Papa Karol

Il 25 marzo 2005, Venerdì Santo, è rimasto impresso nella memoria collettiva per l'ultima, toccante partecipazione di Giovanni Paolo II alla Via Crucis al Colosseo.

A causa del grave peggioramento delle sue condizioni di salute, per la prima volta in 26 anni di pontificato, il Papa non fu presente fisicamente al Colosseo.

Il Santo Padre seguì l'intero rito in televisione dalla sua cappella privata nel Palazzo Apostolico. Le immagini, trasmesse sui maxischermi per i fedeli presenti al Colosseo, lo mostravano di spalle, sofferente e in preghiera.

Uno dei momenti più iconici avvenne durante la XIV stazione, quando Giovanni Paolo II chiese una croce. Gli fu consegnata una semplice croce di legno (opera dello scultore polacco Stanisław Trafalski), che il Papa strinse forte a sé in un gesto di profonda partecipazione al mistero della Passione.

Buon cammino con Maria,l’Immacolata Concezione.

Giovanni Paolo II/ Karol Wojtyla 16 Ottobre 1978/ 02 Aprile 2005

Nel 2005, la Pasqua è caduta il 27 marzo , mentre il Venerdì Santo è stato il 25 marzo.

Giovanni Paolo II, gravemente malato, visse quegli ultimi giorni di vita terrena unito alla sofferenza di Cristo.

Venerdì Santo 2005 (25 marzo):

Il Papa non partecipò alla Via Crucis al Colosseo,

ma la segui dalla sua cappella privata, stringendo un crocifisso.

Domenica di Pasqua 2005 (27 marzo):

Papa Giovanni Paolo II si affacciò alla finestra del suo studio su Piazza San Pietro, gremita di fedeli.

Provò a parlare, ma non riuscì a pronunciare le parole: emetteva solo alcuni suoni.

La benedizione silenziosa:

Non potendo parlare, il Papa benedette la folla con il segno della croce, un momento di grande impatto emotivo che fu il suo ultimo saluto pubblico prima della morte,

avvenuta il sabato successivo, 02 aprile 2005.

Il Messaggio Urbi et Orbi 2005 (letto dal Cardinale Sodano):

Il messaggio preparato dal Papa si concentrava sulla preghiera

"Mane nobiscum, Domine!" (Resta con noi, Signore),

Chiedendo pace per il mondo, specialmente per il Medio Oriente e l'Africa,

e invocando la solidarietà per i poveri e i malati.

Sebbene non abbia potuto pronunciare gli auguri a voce

, Il suo ultimo atto pasquale è stato interpretato come una

Benedizione silenziosa è una testimonianza di fede

attraverso la sofferenza fisica.

Giovanni Paolo II ( Karol Wojtyla )

16 ottobre 1978 :

Le sue prime parole dopo Elezione :

Se mi sbaglio mi corriggerete!

Grazie Santo Padre ,Sempre Nel Mio Cuore

Unico Speciale Non ci potrà mai essere più`

Uno come te Santo Padre

Sei riuscito a riempire nuovamente la piazza

Far avvicinare i giovani i ragazzi alla Chiesa

I Papa Boys, amavi tutti incondizionatamente

Le foto con i bimbi sono di una tenerezza

dolcezza amore disarmante

Giovanni Paolo II aveva uno sguardo speciale per i bambini.
Li cercava tra la folla, li chiamava con un cenno, li prendeva per mano senza paura di rompere il protocollo.

Diceva che con loro la Chiesa doveva imparare di nuovo a parlare, perché i bambini non ascoltano le parole vuote: riconoscono subito l’amore vero.
Per questo li abbracciava, li faceva salire sulla papamobile, li lasciava ridere, giocare, essere semplicemente bambini.

In loro vedeva il futuro,
ma soprattutto il presente di Dio.

Santo Papa, insegnaci a proteggere l’innocenza e a custodire la speranza

Dopo Te : il Nulla.. Impossibile un Altro Karol

Benedici e aiutaci da lassù, ne abbiamo bisogno

Ora più che mai Santo Padre

Amen

La Vida Loca

¿Es posible un mundo sin guerra? ( James Douglas Jim Morrison An american prayer poetry )

Conocí a un niño ciego

Me preguntó cómo era el sol,

Y se lo describí,

Me preguntó cómo estaba el mar,

Y se lo describí,

Me preguntó cómo era el mundo

Y lo invente`IIorando

{ James Douglas Jim Morrison}

{Un mundo sin los

horrores de las guerras}

Un mundo sin los horrores de las guerras

Representaría la eliminación

de una de las mayores fuentes de sufrimiento

Humano, permitiendo un desarrollo

global enfocado en la prosperidad,

la paz social

y la cooperación internacional

¿Puede el ser humano acabar

con las guerras

¿

¿

Y los conflictos armados?

Todos deberían seguir este consejo:

“Busca la paz” (Salmo 34:14).

Pero muchos son “desleales”

y “traicioneros”, y no están

“dispuestos a llegar

a ningún acuerdo”

(2 Timoteo 3:1-4). 

Ozzy Osbourne -( Mama, I'm Coming Home)

Times have changed and times are strange
Here I come but I ain't the same
Mama, I'm comin home
Times go by, seems to be
You could have been a better friend to me
Mama, I'm comin home

You took me in and you drove me out
Yeah, you had me hypnotized, yeah
Lost and found and turned around
By the fire in your eyes

You made me cry, you told me lies
But I can't stand to say goodbye
Mama, I'm comin home
I could be right, I could be wrong
It hurts so bad it's been so long
Mama, I'm comin home Selfish love yeah we're both alone
The ride before the fall, yeah
But I'm gonna take this heart of stone
I just got to have it all

I've seen your face a hundred times
Everyday we've been apart
I don't care about the sunshine, yeah
'Cause mama, mama, I'm comin home
I'm comin home
I'm comin home

You took me in and you drove me out
Yeah, you had me hypnotized, yeah
Lost and found an turned around
By the fire in your eyes

I've seen your face a thousand times
Everyday we've been apart
I don't care about the sunshine, yeah
'Cause mama, mama, I'm comin home
I'm comin home
I'm comin home

November Rain

Knockin' On Heaven's Door

These are the days of our lives

I still love you/Time waits for no one / Freddie Mercury

Dark Side Of The Moon

Take .......

For Jane: With All the Love I Had, Which Was Not Enough

I pick up the skirt,
I pick up the sparkling beads
in black,
this thing that moved once
around flesh,
and I call God a liar,
I say anything that moved
like that
or knew
my name
could never die
in the common verity of dying,
and I pick
up her lovely
dress,
all her loveliness gone,
and I speak to all the gods,
Jewish gods, Christ-gods,
chips of blinking things,
idols, pills, bread,
fathoms, risks,
knowledgeable surrender,
rats in the gravy of two gone quite mad
without a chance,
hummingbird knowledge, hummingbird chance,
I lean upon this,
I lean on all of this
and I know
her dress upon my arm
but
they will not
Give her back to me.

Charles Bukowski

{ Poem to Jane Cooney Baker after she is dead 01-22-1962

Jane Cooney Baker,

It has been the greatest love of Bukowski's life}

You loved her, didn’t you?

You loved her, didn’t you?"
He sighed:
"How can I answer you? She was crazy."

He ran his hand through his hair.

"God, if she was completely crazy. Every day, she was a different woman
One moment was enterprising, the next awkward.
One moment exuberant, the other timid. Insecure and determined.
Sweet and arrogant.
She was a thousand women, but the perfume was always the same
Unmistakable.
It was my only certainty.
She smiled at me; she knew how to get me with that smile
When she smiled, I couldn’t understand anything anymore,
I did not know how to speak or think anymore
Nothing, zero.
All of a sudden, there was only her.
She was crazy, completely crazy.
Sometimes she cried.

They say that in that case, women just want a hug

She does not.
She gets nervous.
I do not know where she is now, but I bet she is still looking for dreams.
She was crazy, completely crazy.
But I loved her madly

Charles Bukoskwi

To Jane C Baker

Charles Bukowski

Understand me

I`m not like an ordinary world

I have madness

I live in another Dimension

And I do not have time

for things ( people)

that have no soul

Charles Bukoskwi

Marilyn Manson and Dita Von Teese {wedding}

Dta Von Teese Queen of Burlesque

Barcelona { Freddie Mercury & Montserrat Caballé }

No One But You (Only The Good Die Young)

Something In The Way { Kurt Donald Cobain}

Underneath the bridge
Tarp has sprung a leak
And the animals I've trapped
Have all become my pets
And I'm living off of grass
And the drippin's from the ceiling
It's okay to eat fish
'Cause they don't have any feelings

Something in the way, mmm
Something in the way, yeah, mmm
Something in the way, mmm
Something in the way, yeah, mmm
Something in the way, mmm
Something in the way, yeah, mmm

L`Ombra della Luce

If I Came Back

I screamed in silence
No one heard me rave
Smiling through chaos
But I knew it was fake
He thought I was here
But I was already gone
A ghost in my skin
Too tired to hold on

Now I see you from the other side
Still carrying all the things I've tried to hide
If you can still hear me, I'm sorry I broke
I didn't mean to leave you holding hope
If you can still feel me, know this is true
I couldn't save myself
But I believe in you

The stage is quiet
But the echoes remain
Of all the songs I buried in pain
I found peace in the quiet sky
But I still miss your voice asking me why

So I sing for the ones who are barely alive
For the souls like me who just survive
If you can still hear me, I'm sorry I broke
I didn't mean to leave you holding hope
If you can still feel me, know this is true
I couldn't save myself
But I believe in you

Don't follow me into the dark
I found the light, I've left the mark
Stay loud, stay bold, stay free
Live the life I couldn't be

If you can still hear me, I'm sorry I broke
I didn't mean to leave you holding hope
If you can still feel me, know this is true
I couldn't save myself
But I believe in you

If you can still hear me
Don't let go
You're not alone
You're not alone

Happy Birthday my Dear Friend

You`re a beautiful Soul

Some people are

So special that even

Sound of their name

Lights up our hearts

Continue to be that

Kind-hearted person you are

Enjoy this special day

Hugs & Kisses

From Me

Beste Wishes

When God created love

When God created love

When God created love, he didn't help us much.
When God created dogs, he didn't help dogs much
When God created plants, it was a normal thing
When God created hate, he gave us a normal, useful thing
When God created Me, He created Me
When God created the monkey, he was sleeping
When he created the giraffe, he was drunk
When he created narcotics, he was on a roll
And when he created suicide, he was on the ground

When he created you lying in bed
He knew what he was doing
He was drunk and high
and created the mountains and the sea and fire
at the same time

He made some mistakes

But when he created you, lying in bed
He made all His Sacred Universe

Charles Bukowski

When you

She lives

She lives only for her shape
She has the shape of a rock
She has the shape of the sea
She has the muscles of a rower
All the beaches shape it

His hands open on a star
His eyes hide the sun
A water washed the fire burned
Deep calm created
Which embodies the dawn and the dusk

To have known the bottom of it
I serve the form of love
It's never the same
Servant of bellies and foreheads
Those are erased and transformed

Fresh warm season promised
She is the size of flowers
And of the hours and of the colors
Level of strength and weakness
She is my loss of consciousness

But I refuse his winter.

Paul Éluard

Believe it

She was ....

She was strange,
Or maybe it was just different
from other people.
He was one of those people
who didn't speak,
who was trying to stay
next to everyone,
but not to herself.
Who helped everyone
But he didn't allow himself
to ask for help
and no one
Has he ever understood
the why.
Inside her
There was everything,
anger, hatred,
love, sadness,
the relief, the thoughts,
the words, the melodies,
the sea, the ocean,
the spring sky,
poetry, happiness,
He had everything,
but nobody

could see it.
It was an unexploded volcano,
It had everything inside,
Inside, he had the universe
But nobody knew.
Anonymous

Silence

Let me in Your Heart Again

Che bell’inganno sei, anima mia ( Anime Salve)

Mille anni al mondo, mille ancora
Che bell’inganno sei, anima mia
E che bello il mio tempo, che bella compagnia.
Sono giorni di finestre adornate
canti di stagione
anime salve in terra e in mare.
Sono state giornate furibonde
senza atti d’amore
senza calma di vento,
solo passaggi e passaggi,
Passaggi di tempo.

Ore infinite come costellazioni e onde,
spietate come gli occhi della memoria
Altra memoria e non basta ancora.
Cose svanite, facce e poi il futuro.
I futuri incontri di belle amanti scellerate
saranno scontri
Saranno cacce coi cani e coi cinghiali
Saranno rincorse, morsi e affanni per mille anni.
Mille anni al mondo, mille ancora
Che bell’inganno sei, anima mia
E che grande il mio tempo, che bella compagnia.
Mi sono spiato illudermi e fallire
abortire i figli come i sogni
Mi sono guardato piangere in uno specchio di neve
mi sono visto che ridevo
Mi sono visto di spalle che partivo.
Ti saluto dai paesi di domani
che sono visioni di anime contadine
In volo per il mondo.
Mille anni al mondo, mille ancora

Che bell’inganno sei, anima mia

e che grande questo tempo,

Che solitudine, che bella compagnia.

(Fabrizio de Andre`)

Una storia sbagliata ( RIP Pier Paolo )

Mother ( Sinead & Roger )

I'll Miss You

Now it's time to say goodbye
I fly away tonight
I promise, I won't let you cry
I'll miss you
Can it be possible
To be away from you?
You know, for me, you mean so much
Without you, life is just
A never-ending emptiness
I'll miss you
Can it be possible
To be away from you?
Time, time to say goodbye
I fly away tonight
I'll miss you
I'll miss you
I'll miss you
To live without you
Is as difficult as to live together
Life can be so hard sometimes
But I don't know what to do
But there's one thing I know for sure
Our destinies are linked forever
We will meet again one day
With start again tomorrow
But until then I know for sure
I'll miss you
It will be love again
Nothing will ever change
Time, time to say goodbye
I fly away tonight
I'll miss you
I'll miss you
I'll miss you
Time, time to say goodbye
I fly away tonight
I'll miss you
I'll miss you
I'll miss you

O Soi Une Creature

O Soi Une Creature

Come cheste piere

Dal San Michel

Cussi`frede

Cussi`dure

Cussi`suiade

Cussi`Insensibile

Cussi`dal dut

Cence anime

Come cheste piere

Al e`il gno vaî

che no si viôt

La Muart

Si la Paie

Cul Vivi..

Giuseppe Ungaretti

Lavinalut di Cime 4, ai 5 di Avost dal 1916

( Il Porto Sepolto )

ERa : Mother

Enigma

Shine On You Crazy Diamond (King Syd Barrett)

Be yourself

Be yourself, no matter what people say

Freddie Mercury

Sinead Words

Living authentically in a society that punishes the truth requires great courage

There is nothing more dangerous or challenging than a person who

When facing adversity and social expectations,

refuse to stay silent, to be false,

or to submit to what goes against their deepest convictions.

Being genuine in a world that rewards

Appearance and conformity have a high cost

But it also offers the greatest of rewards:

inner freedom.

I honestly prefer to lose everything before betraying my being,

my essence, and my most fundamental principles.

It is not worth giving up who you are just to fit into someone else's mold.

Rest in Peace 🙏

Dear Sinead

Warrior Woman💕

Va Pensiero

My Immortal

Music ...

Music gives a soul to the universe, wings to the mind,

flight to the imagination, and life to everything.

Music expresses that which cannot be put into words

and that which cannot remain silent.

Music is ..

Music is
looking further and losing yourself
the light that is reborn and catching its reflections
opening on Blue Plains
My thoughts wander higher and higher
and I realize that everything around me, around me

Music is the regular dance of all your eyes as soon as you smile at me
You and the sound of your lips
you more and more
that harmony achieved by two
I will listen to you because
You are music to me, to me
( Eros Ramazotti)

She

She had slowly become a word,

threads of soul in the wind,

dolphin in the claws of my eyelashes,

stone drawing rings in the water,

star inside my knee,

sky inside my shoulder,

I am inside myself

Nichita Stănescu