
It is suicide to be abroad. But what is it to be at home, Mr. Tyler, what is it to be at home? A lingering dissolution.
—Samuel Beckett
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Posted on 26 November 2006 | Permalink | Comments (1)
Posted on 23 November 2006 | Permalink | Comments (0)
It is only shallow people who do not judge by appearances. The true mystery of the world is the visible, not the invisible.
—Oscar Wilde
Posted on 19 November 2006 | Permalink | Comments (2)
I have gone out, a possessed witch,
haunting the black air, braver at night;
dreaming evil…
—Anne Sexton
Posted on 12 November 2006 | Permalink | Comments (1)
Io sono qua, rimango qua
in quesa ruggine densa
come qualcuno che pensa…
a un treno…
Tu dove vai? Con quei begli occhi che hai…
Ritornerai? Me l’hai promesso, lo sai…
Il treno va, scomparirà
dietro alle nuvole bionde…
—Paolo Conte, “Il treno va”
Posted on 05 November 2006 | Permalink | Comments (0)