aspettando Godard

"L'arte è ciò che vi permette di voltarvi indietro e di rivedere Sodoma e Gomorra senza morire" - Jean-Luc Godard

poesia notturna

Come è bello seguirti
o giovine che ondeggi
calmo nella città notturna.
Se ti fernú in un angolo, lontano
io resterò, lontano
dalla tua pace, - o ardente
solitudine mia.


Sandro Penna
Una strana gioia di vivere [1949-1955]

il mare

specchiarsi nello sconfinato

Cocteau

"Il mistero non esiste che nelle cose precise" - Jean Cocteau

Domenica a Praga

“Tutto ciò rendeva Praga, nella sua meravigliosa bellezza, una città piena di incanti e di spettri, e faceva di essa il simbolo dei vuoti e delle ombre della vita e soprattutto della nostalgia per tutto ciò che ad essa manca”.
“Tutto ciò ne ha fatto la città per eccellenza dello spaesamento, dello sradicamento, della perdita, tanto più sentiti quanto più tenace e vitale è l’attaccamento al vicolo, alla bettola, al piccolo dettaglio amato che balena nell’incubo e nel delirio del sogno”.

C. Magris, Fortune e sfortune di un trittico. Una storia quasi praghese, in: J. Urzidil, Trittico praghese, Milano, Adelphi, 1993, p. 226, 228

Dalì

"Il meno che si possa chiedere a una scultura è che stia ferma"
Salvador Dalì, I cornuti della vecchia arte moderna, 1956

amor vano

Per lei assai di lieve si comprende
quanto in femmina foco d'amor dura,
se l'occhio o 'l tatto spesso non l'accende.

Dante Alighieri

elevators

strani incontri sugli ascensori

smoke gets in your eyes

They asked me how I knew
My true love was true
Oh, I of course replied
Something here inside cannot be denied

They said someday you'll find
All who love are blind
Oh, when your heart's on fire
You must realize
Smoke gets in your eyes

So I chaffed them and I gaily laughed
To think they could doubt my love
Yet today my love has flown away
I am without my love

Now laughing friends deride
Tears I can not hide
Oh, so I smile and say
When a lovely flame dies
Smoke gets in your eyes
Smoke gets in your eyes

tempi migliori

estati sciallate

Stairway to Heaven

There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold
And she's buying a stairway to heaven.
When she gets there she knows, if the stars are all close
With a word she can get what she came for.
Ooh, ooh, and she's buying a stairway to heaven.

There's a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure
'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
In a tree by the brook, there's a songbird who sings,
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven.
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it makes me wonder.

There's a feeling I get when I look to the west,
And my spirit is crying for leaving.
In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees,
And the voices of those who stand looking.
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it really makes me wonder.

And it's whispered that soon if we all call the tune
Then the piper will lead us to reason.
And a new day will dawn for those who stand long
And the forests will echo with laughter.

If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now,
It's just a spring clean for the May queen.
Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run
There's still time to change the road you're on.
And it makes me wonder.

Your head is humming and it won't go, in case you don't know,
The piper's calling you to join him,
Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow, and did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind.

And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul.
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold.
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last.
When all is one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll.

And she's buying a stairway to heaven.