Out in the street

Couple kissing on the street at nightPut on your best dress baby
And darlin’, fix your hair up right
Cause there’s a party, honey
Way down beneath the neon lights
All day you’ve been working that hard line
Now tonight you’re gonna have a good time
I work five days a week girl
Loading crates down on the dock
I take my hard earned money
And meet my girl down on the block
And Monday when the foreman calls time
I’ve already got Friday on my mind
When that whistle blows
Girl, I’m down the street
I’m home, I’m out of my work clothes
When I’m out in the street
I walk the way I wanna walk
When I’m out in the street
I talk the way I wanna talk
When I’m out in the street
When I’m out in the street…
_ Bruce Springsteen (Out in the street, excerpt) _

Image info:
“There’s time”
Milano, Italy, Nov. 2014
© Massimo S. Volonté

City Sickness – 240

Shopping window with sexy dummies

Image info:
“City Sickness – 240″
Milano, Italy, Oct. 2014
© Massimo S. Volonté

Dream no. LXXIII

Man walking down a city street at night seen from behindTime corrupts the beauty that’s around us
A young Russian rapper jumps and rolls, gesturing his words
Back and forth along the sidewalk of the night
The wet asphalt reflects the lights of nightlife’s billboards and coffee shop windows
The Prince brings his gifts while the night is fading
No time for dreams
The Count, the Samurai and the Starlets are looking for an unlikely shelter from the radioactive fallout
A brave new world
The last Kiss
My pierced heart
Fuzzy status
Floaty soul
From the city of anything may arise just a fragment of a rainbow
I hide myself in a bar, found I change drink
I’m feeling chased in my inborn solitude
Dust is a tough enemy
Nearly as ignorance is
All this richness…
Which one? Why?
Space, the Universe
Everything is inside me, in love without fear.
Il tempo corrompe la bellezza che ci circonda
Il giovane rapper russo salta e gesticola le sue parole
Avanti e indietro sul marciapiede della notte
L’asfalto bagnato riflette le luci delle insegne e delle vetrine dei locali notturni
Il principe porta i suoi regali mentre la notte sta svanendo
Non c’è tempo per i sogni
Il conte, il samurai e le damigelle cercano un improbabile rifugio dal fall-out radioattivo
Il mondo nuovo
L’ultimo bacio
Il cuore trafitto
Stato confusionale
L’anima leggera
Dalla città del nulla può sorgere solo un frammento di un arcobaleno
Mi nascondo anch’io in un bar, scoperto cambio il drink
Mi sento inseguito nella mia solitudine intrinseca
La polvere è un nemico durissimo
Quasi come l’ignoranza
Tutta questa ricchezza…
Quale? perché?
Lo spazio, l’universo
Tutto è dentro me, nell’amore senza paura.
_ Hugh S. Graves _

Image info:
“Dream no. 73″
Milano, Italy, Nov. 2014
© Massimo S. Volonté

Symptom of the universe – 0031

Clouds are flying high between the building of the city of nothingness
Image info:
“Symptom of the universe SU#0031″
Milano, Italy, Aug. 2014
© Massimo S. Volonté

City Sickness – 239

Giant football ball in a new square

Image info:
“City Sickness – 239″
Milano, Italy, June 2014
© Massimo S. Volonté


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