let it snow

let it snow

Saint Tom for Boxing Day

ThanksMic

take a walk on the wild side

Paris is always a good idea

IB (bis)

That's all, she wrote.

Saint Nicholas

VN

each man kills the thing he loves

knitting

play it again, Sam

fro-zen

IB

Sommaren med Monika  di Ingmar Bergman, Svezia 1952




                                                                         

Albe Steiner

waiting for xmas

sky-blue

I saw the monster

in

you

go on

up

AA

 

Ultimo brindisi

Bevo a una casa distrutta,
alla mia vita sciagurata,
a solitudini vissute in due
e bevo anche a te:
all’inganno di labbra che tradirono,
al morto gelo dei tuoi occhi,
ad un mondo crudele e rozzo,
ad un Dio che non ci ha salvato.

1934

All I want for Christmas

…che nessuno di quelli in gamba davvero, Tolstoj, Dostoevskij, anche Shakespeare, perdio! erano degli spremiparole del genere. Loro scrivevano e basta. E' chiaro?


J.D.Salinger

                        

                   constant craving

 http://youtu.be/oXqPjx94YMg?list=PL9sF-_D4vHQWbpBxkPV8i18yfoAJb0RIP

lip service

for 500 000 years

prendimi

FRANNY AND ZOOEY _ J.D.Salinger

Non che ti odio proprio, solo che io di natura sono contro gli uomini forti e silenziosi.                                                             Non che tu sia forte ma insomma, sai cosa voglio dire.                                                                            

Mark Strand (11 aprile 1934 - 29 novembre 2014)

ANOTHER DAY IN PARADISE

love me love me love me

Elliott Erwitt _ USA, New York City _ 1954

Letters written by Emma Hauck during her admission to the psychiatric hospital of the University of Heidelberg, 1909.

Each desperate letter is directed at her absent husband, Mark. 

Some are so condensed as to be illegible; some read "Herzensschatzi komm" ("Sweetheart come") over and over; others simply repeat the plea, "komm komm komm," ("come come come") thousands of times.

Into the mystic

                                                 

http://youtu.be/6RHTb-WE4zo


Into the mystic _ Van Morrison [Warner Bros], 28 febbraio 1970

We were born before the wind

Also younger than the sun

Ere the bonnie boat was won

as we sailed into the mystic

Hark, now hear the sailors cry

Smell the sea and feel the sky

Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic

And when that fog horn blows

I will be coming home

And when that fog horn blows

I want to hear it

I don’t have to fear it

I want to rock your gypsy soul

Just like way back in the days of old

Then magnificently we will float into the mystic

And when that fog horn blows

you know I will be coming home

And when that fog horn whistle blows

I got to hear it

I don’t have to fear it

I want to rock your gypsy soul

Just like way back in the days of old

And together we will float into the mystic

Come on girl

ugualetalequale

Hipponensis

S'i' fosse foco

fuck iPod

here comes the rain again

Alexander Grothendieck

fuck the prozac

cuore di mamma

tutto bene?

lovely gift

on the rocks

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