I love black and white …

… but some colors do not disturb …

Al pastore di Gallura

Al pastore di Gallura,

trascinato via nel fosso
morto solo sotto il fiume
che inondava la pianura.

Morto senza che stridio
di lamiere o di metalli
soffocasse il suo lamento.

Al pastore di Gallura
che la morte ha rapinato
della vita e dell’armento.

Questa morte inaspettata
nella terra conosciuta
Che la  terra ti sia lieve
o pastore di Gallura.

OBSESSION

…

Wir lieben dich, Kölsch

Nektar des Gottes
Sonne von Köln …

… Du, liebes Kölsch,
Wie Wasser von Himmeln
Erfrischt meinen Mund
Und macht mich gesund.

Dein frölich Aroma
Zum Frühstück, am Abend
Erinnerst du mir
(Du König des Bier)
Dass Leben kann sein
So glücklich und fein.

Wir lieben dich, Kölsch
Früh, Reisdorf und solch.

(Thank you Sylvia for “smuggling” some Kölsch to Switzerland

Ballad against modern times (and Harrods stupid Christmas show)

If you can always get drunk
And if you always can get high
And if you always can have sex
always with whenever you like …

And if you always live in luxury
And if you can always eat very good
And if you always wear expensive clothes
if every time of the year is Christmas by Harrods

Tell me what we celebrate Christmas for
Tell me why you will still drink
Tell me why you will still get stoned
or even still think about sex

If something will not be prohibited
nor being only special for sometimes
tell me how special will life be
except for who makes money with drinks, drugs and sex …
… and Christmas decorations.

I cannot wait for you, Ioannis: that’s for you!

I hope you will appreciate. Actually, I was thinking you come to Switzerland in a very APPROPRIATE moment: watch here

Music speaks another story

Music speaks another story
it does not get rational
it is like color for the ears
sounds for the eyes

Music is not a background
it requires every sense awaken
to penetrate deeply
there,

where neither images
nor music
but feelings
reach their destination

there,
where time has no meaning
and space is infinite
in these long nights
my love,
you don’t share with me.

Lorenzo

Fascinating Tracy Chapman at Moon and Stars 2009 in Locarno

Actually, our main reason to go to Locarno was Tracy Chapman in concert. Being Tracy Chapman one of the few singer I discovered by myself many years ago (no girlfriends, friends or relatives forced me to listen to her), I was very impatient to see her live. It has been a wonderful concert, of course. The primordial energy she could radiate, together with touchy rhythms and some words to the public, made the experience very magic. I had my 300mm mounted on my D450: the security didn’t believe me , when I said I had it by chance hidden under pullovers and beach towels in my bag, and my camera got confiscated at the entrance We were in the third row, a few meters far from her for all the concert: Ipods and small cameras made the joy of other fans…

Nevertheless, I could take a picture of us in Piazza Grande, after the concert, and look (!!!) who was by chance in the picture playing guitar – click on the post picture to zoom in.

Amiche per l’ Abruzzo

Carmen Consoli sexy come sempre, Fiorella Mannoia mostro sacro, simpatica Irene Grandi, Giorgia e Pausini noiose (peccato, con la voce che hanno), Nannini da brivido nell’entrata su Elisa, piacevole quanto Dolcenera… Buona idea lo streaming live di Amiche per l’ Abruzzo! .. accidenti, mi e’ sfuggita Cristina d’Avena Peccato non essere a S.Siro stasera.

In morte di Ivan della Mea.

Ho incontrato Ivan della Mea, ma non l’ ho mai conosciuto. Avevo 6 anni: ricordo una sua intervista (penso) per l’ Unita’ sul tema scuola e una bandiera rossa la trionfera’ urlata al parco – senza neppure capire bene cosa volesse dire, almeno nel mio caso. Se l’ avessi re-incontrato piu’ tardi, l’avrei tanto apprezzato quanto sto cercando di recuperare la conoscenza perduta via testi e musica in internet. Cordoglio alla famiglia, e come ben dice Maria, “per tutti quelli che hanno il comunismo nel cuore, è una grave perdita che si aggiunge purtroppo a molte altre, reali e simboliche….”