Monica Vitti - La Notte (1961)
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Monica Vitti - La Notte (1961)
Ci si risveglia un giorno e le cose sembrano le stesse mentre invece dietro a noi si è aperto un vuoto dopo che tutto è stato fatto per trattenere la vita in mezzo a un panorama di pietre sparse e di tegole rotte. Allora uno mette il dentifricio sullo spazzolino mescola lo zucchero al caffè con l'attenzione che aveva da scolaro quando ritagliava dalla carta file di bambini che si tengono per mano, piccoli pesci che baciano l'aria.
Pierluigi Cappello, Risveglio, da Azzurro elementare
David: It's not the story of a little girl whose mommy couldn't hug her... who grew up wishing a prince's kiss could erase all her damage. It's about the damage itself, and how it makes us strong, not weak. You survived the bullies and the way they made you feel. You cut yourself with the dullest blade 'cause it felt the worst... I know that life, 'cause I lived it, too. Syd: I know. David: And then I met you, and it was true love. Like in a fairy tale. Syd: This isn't a fairy tale. David: It is for me. Syd: Do you know what love is? It's a hot bath. What happens to things when you leave them in a bath for too long? Huh? They get soft. Fall apart. David: I read that story collection. The one in your book. At first, I was confused, you know... Why is she carrying around this sordid tale of sex clubs and drug addicts and... And then I read this... "Junkies and masochists and hookers, and those who have squandered everything are the ring of brightest angels around heaven." Syd: It's a war... baby, this life. The things we endure. You said you saw the future, and it's an apocalypse. Who survives that... the lovers or the fighters? They sell us this lie that... love's gonna save us. All it does is make us stupid and weak. David: Thanks. Syd: Look at me. Love... isn't gonna save us. It's what we have to save. Pain makes us strong enough to do it. All our scars, our anger, our despair... It's armor. Baby, God loves the sinners best 'cause our fire burns bright, bright, bright. Burn with me. - Legion 2x04
Ma quindi la strada per il paradiso è lastricata di cattive intenzioni?
Le note di un pianoforte come risposta alla guerra ed alla distruzione. È la storia di Aeham Ahmad, ormai noto in tutto il mondo come il pianista di Yarmouk, campo profughi palestinese alle porte di Damasco dov'è nato nel 1989. Aeham Ahmad, che ora ha avuto riconosciuto dalla Germania lo status di rifugiato, è in tournée in italia. Prima tappa l'Auditorium Parco della Musica di Roma. Dove Fausto Pellegrini l'ha incontrato per noi.
Jan Terri - Ave Maria copyright 2015
The point
the point is: you can have problems your own way or you can have the problems of common people that you despise. either way is a pretty shitty life. Whether you're depressed or agry, if you choose your personal problems you'll fuck up your life and you'll make averyone unhappy and yuo'll also be always unhappy, feeling nothing at best. "choose life", the fucking life and you'll feel unhappy and meaningless sometimes, maybe often, but not always and sometimes you'll get to feel satisfied and grateful. both lifes are full of shit but they come with different degrees of shit. the first one is very proud and you gotta be strong and have a big ego to endure it. and, in the end, you gotta be blind not to see the abyss you're in. till you collapse. or everything collapses. the signal is when you start lying. the other one is nearly indistiguishable from the outside. it's commonly associated with the life of people who aren't aware of how much they're miserable, who prefer not to see and keep doing their duty. so, it's frequently mistaken with a life of passive submission and acceptance of any injustice, but, actually, this only happens in its degenerated version. this life is very tough and sometimes you simply have to look elsewhere in order to survive. because you can't worry about everything, you can't aknowledge everything. you can't fix everything. you should worry as much as you can, till those concerns let you take action. when they start blocking you, just let them go. or break down. in the end, it's your own fucking choice.
man vs versus
le persone che hanno paura scappano. le persone picchiano duro per paura di essere picchiate. cadono in avanti per paura di cadere indietro. si costruiscono ego enormi senza spazio per nessuno e li arredano con un sacco di bugie, bellebellissimecolorate bugie, che si raccontano per stare in piedi...
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