Di Ritorno

Di ritorno da Venezia Mercoledi,
solo oggi trovo qualche minuto per scrivere qualcosa..
Vacanza acquosa, vaporosa, fredda, introspettiva, stimolante, rapida..
I primi aggettivi che mi balzano alla mente sono questi.
Voglia di respirare,
voglia di evadere e costruire,
intraprendere un lavoro artistico nuovo,
non sapere precisamente come,
con tema " L' oggetto del desiderio" per una mostra
che si terrà alla Loggia di piazza Banchi qui a Genova.
Foto? Dipinto? Video? Installazione?
Tante idee,
vane che si arrovellano,
che crescono e divengono talvolta barriere..


Interpol, Obstacle 1

i wish i could eat the salt off of your lost faded lips
we can cap the old times make playing only logical harm
we cap the old lines make playing that nothing else will change
well she can read, she can read, she can read, she can read, she's bad
she can read, she can read, she can read, she bad, oh she's bad
but it's different now that i'm poor and im aging
i'll never see this place again
you'll go stabing yourself in the neck
and we can find new ways of living make playing only logical harm
and we can top the old times clay making that nothing else will change
but she can read, she can read, she can read, she can read, she's bad
she can read, she can read, she can read, shes bad, oh shes bad
but it's different now that i'm poor and i'm aging
i'll never seen this place again
youll go stabing yourself in the neck
but it's different now that i'm poor and im aging
i'll never seen this place again
you'll go stabing yourself in the neck
it's in the way that she pose
sits in the things that she puts in my heart
her stories are boring and stuff
she's always calling my bluff
she puts the, she puts the weights in to my little heart
and she gets in my room
and she takes apart
she puts the weights into my little heart
i said she puts the weights into my little heart
she packs it away, she packs it away, she packs it away, she packs it away,
she packs it away, she packs it away, she packs it away
it's in the way that she walks, everythings different now
she puts the weights in my heart
she puts the, she puts the weights into my little heart

..Roba del genere..
Mi viene in mente questa canzone a pensare all' oggetto del desiderio..