a short fairy tale

It is said that once, long ago, Madness invited its friends at home and offered to play “hide and seek”.
Enthusiasm immediately accepted, followed by Happiness and Euphoria.
But not everyone wanted to participate. The Truth preferred not to hide, Fear did not even leave home.
“1, 2, 3 …” – Madness began to count.
Haste hid before, the first place was good . Faith went to heaven and Joy ran into the midst of the garden.
Sadness began to cry, because could not find a suitable corner to hide. Envy hid under the shadow of Triumph, which was able to reach the highest peak. Selfishness immediately took the best place.
Generosity was not able to hide because left to its friends every place that found, until decided to hide behind a ray of sunshine.
Passion and Desire hid themselves in the center of a volcano. Lie hid not know where. Continue reading

Confessioni di un Malandrino

E’ incredibile come alcuni componimenti, siano in musica o scritti solamente, calzino perfettamente alla propria vita. Sento mia questa canzone come poche altre. Grazie Angelo

Mi piace spettinato camminare
il capo sulle spalle come un lume
e mi diverto a rischiarare
il vostro autunno senza piume.
Mi piace che mi grandini sul viso
la fitta sassaiola dell’ingiuria,
mi agguanto solo per sentirmi vivo
al guscio della mia capigliatura.
Ed in mente mi torna quello stagno
che le canne e il muschio hanno sommerso
ed i miei che non sanno di avere
un figlio che compone versi;
ma mi vogliono bene come ai campi
alla pelle ed alla pioggia di stagione,
raro sarà che chi mi offende
scampi alle punte del forcone.
Poveri genitori contadini,
certo siete invecchiati e ancor temete
il Signore del cielo e gli acquitrini,
genitori che mai non capirete
che oggi il vostro figliolo è diventato
il primo tra i poeti del Paese
e ora in scarpe verniciate
e col cilindro in testa egli cammina. Continue reading

Qutation from Jonathan Livingstone

“Why ,Jon ,why?” His mother asked. “Why is it so hard to be like the rest of the flock, Jon? Why can’t you leave low flying to the pelicans, the albatross? Why don’t you eat? Jon, you are bone and feathers!”

“I don’t mind being bone and feathers, Mum. I just want to know what I can do in the air and what I can’t, that’s all. I just want to know”

“See here, Jonathan,” said his father, not unkindly. “Winter isn’t far away. Boats will be few, and the surface fish will be swimming deep. If you must study, then study food, and how to get it. This flying business is all very well, but you can’t eat a glide, you know. Dont’t you forget that the reason you fly is to eat”

Nietzsche wrote

We are two ships each of which has its goal and course; our paths may cross and we may celebrate a feast together, as we did—and then the good ships rested so quietly in one harbor and one sunshine that it may have looked as if they had reached their goal and as if they had one goal. But then the almighty force of our tasks drove us apart again into different seas and sunny zones, and perhaps we shall never see one another again,—perhaps we shall meet again but fail to recognize each other: our exposure to different seas and suns has changed us!

Stranizza d’amuri

‘Ndo vadduni da Scammacca
i carritteri ogni tantu
lassaunu i loru bisogni
e i muscuni ciabbulaunu supra
jeumu a caccia di lucettuli…
‘a litturina da ciccum-etnea
i saggi ginnici ‘u Nabuccu
‘a scola sta finennu.
Man manu ca passunu i jonna
sta frevi mi trasi ‘nda lI’ossa
‘ccu tuttu ca fora c’è ‘a guerra
mi sentu stranizza d’amuri… I’amuri
e quannu t’ancontru ‘nda strata
mi veni ‘na scossa ‘ndo cori
‘ccu tuttu ca fora si mori
na’ mori stranizza d’amuri… I’amuri.

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