"I would never die for my beliefs because I might be wrong" (Bertrand Russell)

 

 

"Life is too short to remain unnoticed" (Salvador Dalì)

  

  

*** YES. WE. CAN.

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It was a creed written into the founding documents that declared the destiny of a nation. Yes we can. It was whispered by slaves and abolitionists as they blazed a trail toward freedom. Yes we can. It was sung by immigrants as they struck out from distant shores and pioneers who pushed westward against an unforgiving wilderness. Yes we can. It was the call of workers who organized; women who reached for the ballots; a President who chose the moon as our new frontier; and a King who took us to the mountaintop and pointed the way to the Promised Land. Yes we can to justice and equality. Yes we can to opportunity and prosperity. Yes we can heal this nation. Yes we can repair this world. Yes we can. We know the battle ahead will be long, but always remember that no matter what obstacles stand in our way, nothing can stand in the way of the power of millions of voices calling for change. We have been told we cannot do this by a chorus of cynics...they will only grow louder and more dissonant... We've been asked to pause for a reality check. We've been warned against offering the people of this nation false hope. But in the unlikely story that is America, there has never been anything false about hope. Now the hopes of the little girl who goes to a crumbling school in Dillon are the same as the dreams of the boy who learns on the streets of LA; we will remember that there is something happening in America; that we are not as divided as our politics suggests; that we are one people; we are one nation; and together, we will begin the next great chapter in the American story with three words that will ring from coast to coast; from sea to shining sea. Yes. We. Can.

  

*** IMAGINE (John Lennon,1971)

www.youtube.com/watch?v=OY0COX0gcyw&videos=uA9rlxfeOE...

Imagine there's no heaven, it's easy if you try, no hell below us, above us only sky, imagine all the people living for today... Imagine there's no countries, it isn't hard to do, nothing to kill or die for, and no religion too, imagine all the people living life in peace... You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one, I hope someday you'll join us, and the world will be as one... Imagine no possessions, I wonder if you can, no need for greed or hunger, a brotherhood of man... Imagine all the people sharing all the world... You may say I'm a dreamer but I'm not the only one, I hope someday you'll join us and the world will live as one.

  

*** GATO BARBIERI - Last tango in Paris, 1973

www.youtube.com/watch?v=_uQNkFmgyzI&feature=PlayList&...

  

*** SALVADOR DALI' - The Persistence of Memory, 1931

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*** A PA' - Francesco De Gregori, 1985

www.youtube.com/watch?v=d8CTJbYqOaE

Non mi ricordo se c'era luna, e nè che occhi aveva il ragazzo, ma mi ricordo quel sapore in gola e l'odore del mare come uno schiaffo, a Pa'. E c'era Roma così lontana, e c'era Roma così vicina, e c'era quella luce che li chiama, come una stella mattutina. A Pa', a Pa', tutto passa, il resto va. E voglio vivere come i gigli nei campi, come gli uccelli del cielo campare, e voglio vivere come i gigli dei campi e sopra i gigli dei campi volare.

  

*** PABLO NERUDA - Las satrapías (En algún lugar de Chile, 15 de Septiembre de 1973)

(Puedo escribir los versos mas tristes esta noche... www.youtube.com/watch?v=8YFxgEp2O6c )

 

Nixon, Frei, Pinochet, hasta hoy, hasta este amargo mes de septiembre de 1973, con Bordaberry, Garrastazú y Banzer, hienas voraces de nuestra historia, roedores de las banderas conquistadas con tanta sangre y tanto fuego, encharcados en sus haciendas, depredadores infernales, sátrapas mil veces vendidos y vendedores, azuzados por los lobos de Nueva York, máquinas hambrientas de dólares, manchadas en el sacrificio de sus pueblos martirizados, prostituidos mercaderes del pan y el aire americanos, cenagales verdugos, piara de prostibularios caciques, sin otra ley que la tortura y el hambre azotada del pueblo.

  

*** LA PIANTA DEL TE' (Ivano Fossati, 1988)

www.youtube.com/watch?v=7xKKmXDfZBg

Come cambia le cose la luce della luna, come cambia i colori qui la luce della luna, come ci rende solitari e ci tocca, come ci impastano la bocca queste piste di polvere, per vent'anni o per cento, e come cambia poco una sola voce nel coro del vento... Ci s'inginocchia su questo sagrato immenso dell'altipiano barocco d'oriente, per orizzonte stelle basse, per orizzonte stelle basse, oppure niente. E non è rosa che cerchiamo, non è rosa, e non è rosa o denaro, non è rosa e non è amore o fortuna, non è amore, che la fortuna è appesa al cielo, e non è amore, chi si guarda nel cuore sa bene quello che vuole e prende quello che c'è, ha ben piccole foglie, ha ben piccole foglie, ha ben piccole foglie la pianta del tè.

  

*** CESARE PAVESE - (Verrà la morte e avrà i tuoi occhi)

www.youtube.com/watch?v=VeC60RS1YuM

Verrà la morte e avrà i tuoi occhi, questa morte che ci accompagna dal mattino alla sera, insonne, sorda, come un vecchio rimorso o un vizio assurdo. I tuoi occhi saranno una vana parola, un grido taciuto, un silenzio. Così li vedi ogni mattina quando su te sola ti pieghi nello specchio. O cara speranza, quel giorno sapremo anche noi che sei la vita e sei il nulla, per tutti la morte ha uno sguardo. Verrà la morte e avrà i tuoi occhi, sarà come smettere un vizio, come vedere nello specchio riemergere un viso morto, come ascoltare un labbro chiuso. Scenderemo nel gorgo muti.

  

*** TELA DI RAGNO (Gianmaria Testa, 2006)

www.youtube.com/watch?v=GINM3u6vWFk

Sono una tela di ragno sospesa, sono l’acqua che stagna marcita, sono la crosta di sangue che piaga una vecchia ferita, sono una mosca che sporca il bicchiere, sono la brace che brucia il cuscino, sono una sveglia che suona sbagliata di primo mattino, e sono un cane che abbaia di notte, sono vernice che macchia il vestito, sono un treno arrivato in ritardo che tutto è finito, e sono rogna patema imbarazzo, sono un grumo di sale nei denti, sono la chiave lasciata in ufficio che ha chiuso i battenti, sono corrente che manca d’inverno, sono ruota finita in un fosso, sono quello che tende la mano al semaforo rosso... Sono tempesta sul grano maturo, sono singhiozzo che viene e non passa, sono l’anello prezioso perduto nell’acqua più bassa, sono un martello sul dito e sul muro, sono una lettera che non arriva, sono l’inutile cosa buttata che adesso serviva, sono la coda nel posto sbagliato, gatto nero sull’itinerario, coincidenza perduta partita da un altro binario, sono la mano sudata che stringe, sono zucchero al posto del sale, sono l’amante tenuta segreta che chiama a Natale, e sono sabbia che punge nel letto, scarafaggio che ti sale addosso, sono quello che tende la mano al semaforo rosso... Sono polvere nell’ingranaggio, sono rovescio che non ha medaglia, sono l’ago trovato col piede in un mucchio di paglia, sono biglietto vincente perduto, rubinetto che cola una goccia, sono saliva sputata che arriva e che offende la faccia, sono la porta che batte sul naso, sono rifiuto da chi non ti aspetti, sono vergogna privata finita alla gogna di tutti, sono la mano sinistra del caso, sono silenzio che gela un saluto, sono soccorso che arriva correndo ma a tempo scaduto, sono la beffa che intossica il danno, sono la cosa che voglio e non posso, sono quello che tende la mano al semaforo rosso... Sono la beffa che intossica il danno, sono la cosa che voglio e non posso, sono quello che tende la mano al semaforo rosso...

  

*** WHAT A WONDERFUL WORLD (Louis Armstrong, 1970)

www.youtube.com/watch?v=vnRqYMTpXHc&feature=PlayList&...

I see trees of green, red roses too, I see them bloom for me and you, and I think to myself: "What a wonderful world". I see skies of blue and clouds of white, the bright blessed day, the dark sacred night, and I think to myself: "What a wonderful world". The colors of the rainbow, so pretty in the sky, are also on the faces of people going by. I see friends shaking hands saying: "How do you do?", they're really saying: "I love you". I hear babies crying, I watch them grow, they'll learn much more than I'll ever know, and I think to myself: "What a wonderful world". Yes I think to myself: "What a wonderful world", yes I think to myself: "What a wonderful world".

  

*** HASTA SIEMPRE COMANDANTE (Carlos Puebla, 1965)

www.youtube.com/watch?v=CwTBCvb_4zo

Aprendimos a quererte desde la histórica altura donde el sol de tu bravura le puso un cerco a la muerte. Aquí se queda la clara, la entrañable transparencia, de tu querida presencia, Comandante Che Guevara. Tu mano gloriosa y fuerte sobre la historia dispara cuando todo Santa Clara se despierta para verte. Aquí se queda la clara, la entrañable transparencia, de tu querida presencia, Comandante Che Guevara. Vienes quemando la brisa con soles de primavera para plantar la bandera con la luz de tu sonrisa. Aquí se queda la clara, la entrañable transparencia, de tu querida presencia, Comandante Che Guevara. Tu amor revolucionario te conduce a nueva empresa donde esperan la firmeza de tu brazo libertario. Aquí se queda la clara, la entrañable transparencia, de tu querida presencia, Comandante Che Guevara. Seguiremos adelante como junto a ti seguimos y con Fidel te decimos: hasta siempre Comandante. Aquí se queda la clara, la entrañable transparencia, de tu querida presencia, Comandante Che Guevara.

  

*** RAY CHARLES (What'd I say, 1959)

www.youtube.com/watch?v=65FOQpQpSwc

Hey mama, don't you treat me wrong, come and love your daddy all night long, all right now, hey hey, all right. See the girl with the diamond ring, she knows how to shake that thing, all right now now now, hey hey, hey hey. Tell your mama, tell your pa, I'm gonna send you back to Arkansas. Oh yes, ma'm, you don't do right, don't do right, aw, play it, boy. When you see me in misery, come on baby, see about me, now yeah, all right, all right, aw play it, boy. When you see me in misery, come on baby, see about me, now yeah, hey hey, all right. See the girl with the red dress on, she can do the Birdland all night long. Yeah yeah, what'd I say, all right. Well, tell me what'd I say, yeah, tell me what'd I say right now, tell me what'd I say, tell me what'd I say right now, tell me what'd I say, tell me what'd I say yeah. And I wanna know, baby, I wanna know right now, and-a I wanna know, and I wanna know right now yeah, and-a I wanna know, said I wanna know yeah. Hey, don't quit now! C'mon honey. Naw, I got, I uh-uh-uh, I'm changing. Stop! Stop! We'll do it again. Wait a minute, wait a minute, oh hold it! Hold it! Hold it! Hey, hey, ho, ho, hey, hey, ho, ho, hey, hey, ho, ho, hey. Oh, one more time, just one more time, say it one more time right now, just one more time, say it one more time now, just one more time, say it one more time yeah, just one more time, say it one more time, just one more time, say it one more time yeah, just one more time. Hey, hey, ho, ho, hey, hey, ho, ho, hey, hey, ho, ho, hey. Ah! Make me feel so good, make me feel so good, make me feel so good now yeah, make me feel so good. Woah! Baby, make me feel so good, make me feel so good yeah, make me feel so good, make me feel so good, make me feel so good. Make me feel so good yeah (make me feel so good. Huh, huh, ho, ho, huh, huh, ho, ho, huh, huh, ho, ho, huh. Awh it's all right, baby it's all right, said that it's all right right now, baby it's all right, said that it's all right, baby it's all right, said that it's all right yeah, baby it's all right, said that it's all right, baby it's all right, said that it's all right, baby it's all right. Woah! Shake that thing now, baby shake that thing, baby shake that thing now now, baby shake that thing, baby shake that thing, baby shake that thing, baby shake that thing right now, baby shake that thing, baby shake that thing, baby shake that thing, baby shake that thing, baby shake that thing. Woah! I feel all right now yeah, make me feel all right, said I feel all right now, make me feel all right. Woooah! Make me feel all right, tell you I feel all right, make me feel all right, said I feel all right, make me feel all right, baby I feel all right, make me feel all right.

  

*** CET AMOUR (Jacques Prevert, 1946)

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Cet amour, si violent, si fragile, si tendre, si désespéré, cet amour beau comme le jour et mauvais comme le temps quand le temps est mauvais, cet amour si vrai, cet amour si beau, si heureux, si joyeux et si dérisoire, tremblant de peur comme un enfant dans le noir et si sûr de lui comme un homme tranquille au millieu de la nuit, cet amour qui faisait peur aux autres, qui les faisait parler, qui les faisait blêmir, cet amour guetté parce que nous le guettions, traqué, blessé, piétiné, achevé, nié, oublié, parce que nous l'avons traqué, blessé, piétiné, achevé, nié, oublié, cet amour tout entier, si vivant encore et tout ensoleillé, c'est le tien, c'est le mien, celui qui a été, cette chose toujours nouvelle et qui n'a pas changé, aussi vrai qu'une plante, aussi tremblante qu'un oiseau, aussi chaude, aussi vivant que l'été, nous pouvons tous les deux aller et revenir, nous pouvons oublier et puis nous rendormir, nous réveiller souffrir vieillir, nous endormir encore, rêver à la mort, nous éveiller sourire et rire et rajeunir, notre amour reste là, têtu comme une bourrique, vivant comme le désir, cruel comme la mémoire, bête comme les regrets, tendre comme le souvenir, froid comme le marble, beau comme le jour, fragile comme un enfant, il nous regarde en souriant et il nous parle sans rien dire et moi je l'écoute en tremblant et je crie, je crie pour toi, je crie pour moi, je te supplie, pour toi, pour moi et pour tous ceux qui s'aiment et qui se sont aimés, oui je lui crie, pour toi, pour moi et pour tous les autres que je ne connais pas, reste là, lá où tu es, lá où tu étais autrefois, reste là, ne bouge pas, ne t'en va pas, nous qui sommes aimés, nous t'avons oublié, toi ne nous oublie pas, nous n'avions que toi sur la terre, ne nous laisse pas devenir froids, beaucoup plus loin toujours et n'importe où, donne-nous signe de vie, beaucoup plus tard au coin d'un bois, dans la forêt de la mémoire, surgis soudain, tends-nous la main. Et sauve-nous.

  

*** ASTOR PIAZZOLLA (Milonga del Angel, 1986)

www.youtube.com/watch?v=bbdakZjHTys

  

*** A WHITER SHADE OF PALE (Procol Harum, 1967)

www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mb3iPP-tHdA

We skipped the light fandango and turned cartwheels across the floor, I was feeling kinda seasick, but the crowd called out for more, the room was humming harder as the ceiling flew away, when we called out for another drink and the waiter brought a tray. And so it was that later as the miller told his tale that her face, at first just ghostly, turned a whiter shade of pale. She said "There is no reason, and the truth is plain to see", but I wandered through my playing cards and they would not let her be one of sixteen vestal virgins who were leaving for the coast, and although my eyes were open wide, they might have just as well been closed. And so it was that later as the miller told his tale that her face, at first just ghostly, turned a whiter shade of pale...

  

*** RUBY TUESDAY (Rolling Stones, 1967)

www.youtube.com/watch?v=e5_Voeupr3Q

She would never say where she came from, yesterday don't matter if it's gone while the sun is bright or in the darkest night: no one knows, she comes and goes... Goodbye, Ruby Tuesday, who could hang a name on you? When you change with every new day still I'm gonna miss you... Don't question why she needs to be so free, she'll tell you it's the only way to be, she just can't be chained to a life where nothing's gained and nothing's lost, at such a cost... "There's no time to lose" I heard her say "Catch your dreams before they slip away, dying all the time: lose your dreams and you will lose your mind, ain't life unkind?" Goodbye, Ruby Tuesday, who could hang a name on you? When you change with every new day still I'm gonna miss you...

  

*** COMFORTABLY NUMB (Pink Floyd, 1979)

www.youtube.com/watch?v=0wtiNzci1Wc

Hello, is there anybody in there? Just nod if you can hear me. Is there anyone at home? Come on, now. I hear you're feeling down. Well, I can ease your pain, get you on your feet again. Relax, I need some information first, just the basic facts. Can you show me where it hurts? There is no pain, you are receding, a distant ship smoke on the horizon, you are only coming through in waves. Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying. When I was a child I had a fever, my hands felt just like two balloons, now I got that feeling once again, I cant explain, you would not understand, this is not how I am. I have become comfortably numb. OK, just a little pinprick, there'll be no more "aaaaaahhhhh!", but you may feel a little sick. Can you stand up? I do believe it's working. Good, that'll keep you going through the show. Come on, it's time to go. There is no pain, you are receding, a distant ship smoke on the horizon, you are only coming through in waves. Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying. When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse, out of the corner of my eye, I turned to look but it was gone, I cannot put my finger on it now, the child is grown, the dream is gone. I have become comfortably numb.

  

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