LIGHT YEARS

"And wherever you've gone... and wherever we might go
It don't seem fair... today just disappeared
Your lights reflected now... reflected from afar
We were but stones... your light made us stars"
(Light Years, Pearl Jam)

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Topper cake

Chiave di basso

Piccola scultura in ferro dipinto per la torta nuziale degli amici Chiara e Antonio.

PARTING WAYS

"Behind her eyes there's curtains
And they've been closed to hide the flames... remains
She knows their futures burning
But she can smile just the same... same

And though her mood is fine today
There's a fear they'll soon be parting ways

Standing like a statue
A chin of stone... a heart of clay... hey
And though he's too big a man to say
There's a fear they'll soon be parting ways

Drifting away... Drifting away... Drifting away...
Drifting away... Drifting away... Drifting away..."
(Parting ways, Pearl Jam)

Giorni passati

"Don't you think you oughtta rest?
Don't you think you oughtta lay you head down?
Don't you think you want to sleep?
Don't you think you oughtta lay your head down tonight?

Don't you think you've done enough?
Oh, don't you think you've got enough, well maybe...
You don't think there's time to stop
There's time enough for you to lay your head down, tonight, tonight

Let it wash away
All those yesterdays

What are you running from?"
(All those yesterdays, Pearl Jam)


Questa è la canzone che ha ispirato l'opera (ascoltala cliccando qui)

BETTER MAN

"Pretends to sleep as he looks her over"
(Better man, Pearl jam)


Questa è la canzone che ha ispirato l'opera (ascoltala cliccando qui)

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MANI AMARE (my world to black)

"And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass
Of what was everything?
All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...
All the love gone bad turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all that I'll be...yeah..."

(Porch, Pearl Jam)

FIGLI che mancate...

"Libri di poesia 
alberi di Natale 
figli che mancate 
amici di limpide serate 
di essere puro, di essere sincero 
solo ritornare 
ad essere normale"
(Fatalità, Vinicio Capossela)

Mamma e bambino