lunedì 15 luglio 2013

stairs for the brain



“If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking.” 

lunedì 8 aprile 2013

You can never hold back spring





You can never hold back spring
You can be sure that I will never
Stop believing
The blushing rose will climb
Spring ahead or fall behind
Winter dreams the same dream
Every time

You can never hold back spring
Even though you've lost your way
The world keeps dreaming of spring

So close your eyes
Open your heart
To one who's dreaming of you
You can never hold back spring
Baby

Remember everything that spring
Can bring
You can never hold back spring

Tom Waits




sabato 23 febbraio 2013

House where nobody lives



Tom Waits

There's a house on my block
That's abandoned and cold
Folks moved out of it a
Long time ago
And they took all their things
And they never came back
Looks like it's haunted
With the windows all cracked
And everyone call it
The house, the house where
Nobody lives

Once it held laughter
Once it held dreams
Did they throw it away
Did they know what it means
Did someone's heart break
Or did someone do somebody wrong?

Well the paint was all cracked
It was peeled off of the wood
Papers were stacked on the porch
Where I stood
And the weeds had grown up
Just as high as the door
There were birds in the chimney
And an old chest of drawers
Looks like no one will ever
Come back to the
House were nobody lives

Once it held laughter
Once it held dreams
Did they throw it away
Did they know what it means
Did someone's heart break
Or did someone do someone wrong?
So if you find someone
Someone to have, someone to hold
Don't trade it for silver
Don't trade it for gold
I have all of life's treasures
And they are fine and they are good
They remind me that houses
Are just made of wood
What makes a house grand
Ain't the roof or the doors
If there's love in a house
It's a palace for sure
Without love...
It ain't nothin but a house
A house where nobody lives
Without love it ain't nothin
But a house, a house where
Nobody lives.

venerdì 8 febbraio 2013

A little world



Little men with little minds and little imaginations go through life in little ruts, smugly resisting all changes which would jar their little worlds.
Zig Ziglar
      

sabato 2 febbraio 2013

talking to myself



Foto per il contest Simmetrie (WeeklyDailyMonthlyContest su flickr). 


Io mi parlo tutti i giorni, tutti i momenti. Certo, contando quanto io parli normalmente, viene da chiedersi quando io abbia il tempo anche di parlare con me stessa... semplice: ottimizzo i tempi e non ascolto quando gli altri mi parlano... 
Il lato tragico è che spesso mi contraddico: mi dico una cosa e mi contesto da sola. Difficilmente sono d'accordo con me stessa e il più delle volte mi mando a quel paese (che poi, qual è quel paese? per coerenza con i tempi, forse dovrei mandarmi a questo Paese...).


sabato 19 gennaio 2013