Le formiche mentali

Pare che effettivamente a Longarone e in Valle di Zoldo, nell'anno 1871, ci sia stata una breve invasione di formiche mentali, provenienti, a quanto risulta, dalla regione dei Balcani. Piccolissime, quasi impercettibili allo stato normale, crescevano a dismisura una volta installate nelle circonvoluzioni cerebrali, che gli insetti raggiungevano introducendosi dalle orecchie. Le vittime, comunque, furono assai limitate. Esse vennero via via trasferite al manicomio provinciale, dove se ne persero le tracce.

(Dino Buzzati, I miracoli di Val Morel, 1971)

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Fire and Rain

Just yesterday morning they let me know you were gone
Suzanne the plans they made put an end to you
I walked out this morning and I wrote down this song
I just can't remember who to send it to

I've seen fire and I've seen rain
I've seen sunny days that I thought would never end
I've seen lonely times when I could not find a friend
But I always thought that I'd see you again

Won't you look down on me, Jesus
You've got to help me make a stand
You've just got to see me through another day
My body's aching and my time is at hand
And I won't make it any other way

oh, I've seen fire and I've seen rain
I've seen sunny days that I thought would never end
I've seen lonely times when I could not find a friend
But I always thought that I'd see you again

I’ve been walking my mind to an easy time
My back turned towards the sun
Lord knows the cold wind blows it’ll turn your head around
Well, there’s hours of time on the telephone line
To talk about things to come
Sweet dreams and flying machines in pieces on the ground.

oh, I've seen fire and I've seen rain
I've seen sunny days that I thought would never end
I've seen lonely times when I could not find a friend
But I always thought that I'd see you, baby, one more time again, now

Thought I'd see you one more time again
There's just a few things coming my way this time around,
Thought I'd see you, thought I'd see you fire and rain, now
Thought i'd see you just one more time again.

(James Taylor, 1995)

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Going Home

I love to speak with Leonard He’s a sportsman and a shepherd He’s a lazy bastard Living in a suit But he does say what I tell him Even though it isn’t welcome He will never have the freedom To refuse He will speak these words of wisdom Like a sage, a man of vision Though he knows he’s really nothing But the brief elaboration of a tube Going home Without my sorrow Going home Sometime tomorrow To where it’s better Than before Going home Without my burden Going home Behind the curtain Going home Without the costume That I wore He wants to write a love song An anthem of forgiving A manual for living with defeat

A cry above the suffering A sacrifice recovering But that isn’t what I want him to complete I want to make him certain That he doesn’t have a burden That he doesn’t need a vision That he only has permission To do my instant bidding That is to SAY what I have told him To repeat Going home Without my sorrow Going home Sometime tomorrow Going home To where it’s better Than before Going home Without my burden Going home Behind the curtain Going home Without the costume That I wore I love to speak with Leonard He’s a sportsman and a shepherd He’s a lazy bastard Living in a suit

Leonard Cohen

Mi sa che voleva solamente salutare la morosa...

J. E. H.

Cassa di un multisala.
La signora davanti a me: "Due biglietti per Di Caprio".
Io: "Un biglietto per Eastwood".
Questo la dice lunga sulle diverse aspettative.

Formicaio

Ho voluto essere pittore

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