there's nothing here, but what here's mine.

rimuginato da franz , giovedì 24 giugno 2010 11:29

Le piante che tengo sul balcone fanno fiori arancioni e rosa, quando stanno bene. Colori accesi, quasi la versione shocking di colori normali. Solo che a volte mi dimentico di annaffiarle, e, col caldo che fa in questi giorni, la mia sbadataggine si traduce per loro in tortura crudele. Nego l'acqua a chi è assetato. Nego considerazione e cure. Mi dimentico completamente della loro esistenza. Tenere piante in terrazzo è la versione semplificata dell'allevare animali in casa: metafore.
Stamattina ho scostato la tendina bianca, ho guardato a lungo il vaso pieno di terra secca, le foglie avvizzite. Tutti i petali erano caduti. Nessun colore.
Ho pensato che sì, al secondo tutto quadra. Sono momenti, non è niente di grave. Si tratta di assorbire, succhiare, tenere dentro al sicuro, al buio per un po', e poi espellere, irradiare. Un ciclo naturale. Non sono preoccupata, mi godo il momento presente.
Non si può sempre dare, non si può essere in fiore per tutta la vita. Anzi, il senso sta nell'appassire e rifiorire continuamente. Ci credo davvero.
Qui, dentro, nella mia testa. Tutto succede qui.

This is your life

rimuginato da franz , domenica 13 giugno 2010 21:56

And you open the door and you step inside
We’re inside our hearts
Now imagine your pain as a white ball of healing light
That’s right, your pain
The pain itself is a white ball of healing light
I don’t think so

This is your life, good to the last drop
Doesn’t get any better than this
This is your life and it’s ending one minute at a time

This isn’t a seminar, this isn’t a weekend retreat
Where you are now you can’t even imagine what the bottom will be like
Only after disaster can we be resurrected
It’s only after you’ve lost everything that you’re free to do anything
Nothing is static, everything is evolving, everything is falling apart

This is your life, this is your life, this is your life, this is your life
Doesn’t get any better than this
This is your life, this is your life, this is your life, this is your life
And it and it’s ending one minute at a time

You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake
You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else
We are all part of the same compost heap
We are the all singing, all dancing, crap of the world

You are not your bank account
You are not the clothes you wear
You are not the contents of your wallet
You are not your bowel cancer
You are not your grande latte
You are not the car you drive
You are not your fucking khaki’s

You have to give up, you have to give up
You have to realize that someday you will die
Until you know that, you are useless

I say let me never be complete
I say may I never be content
I say deliver me from Swedish furniture
I say deliver me from clever arts
I say deliver me from clear skin and perfect teeth
I say you have to give up
I say evolve, and let the chips fall where they may

This is your life, this is your life, this is your life, this is your life
Doesn’t get any better than this
This is your life, this is your life, this is your life, this is your life
And it and it’s ending one-minute at a time

You have to give up, you have to give up
I want you to hit me as hard as you can
I want you to hit me as hard as you can

Welcome to Fight Club
If this is your first night, you have to fight


°The Dust Brothers & Tyler Durden°