venerdì 26 novembre 2010

Toni Servillo

Da "L'uomo in più" di Sorrentino. Monologo finale.

giovedì 25 novembre 2010

Master of war...

Dylan l'ha scritta nel '63... incredibile...

Come you masters of war
You that build the big guns
You that build the death planes
You that build all the bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks.

You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly.

Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain.

You fasten all the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion'
As young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud.

You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins.

How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
That even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do.

Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul.

And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand over your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead.

domenica 21 novembre 2010



martedì 9 novembre 2010

E la vita sembra cambia ma poi mica tanto

che come sentivo i rumori della pulizia della strada in via panicale, allo stesso modo qui, in via borgo san lorenzo, tutta la notte, di continuo.
con l'autoreverse.

mercoledì 3 novembre 2010

London Calling

Non fa poi così freddo a Londra: il tempo é variabile, così come il mio umore.Tra stanchezze epiche e momenti di relax, sto piano piano abituandomi alla città.Un problema: la città sembra non abbia intenzione di adattarsi a me.Popolo strano, senza emozioni e con vocabolario scarno: qui una cosa ti piace o la ami...niente in mezzo.
Non esiste l'insomma.
Ma esistono calzini bianchi nel tube, a profusione.

"London is drowning / And I live by the river"