Travel light: Flying a kite in Tienanmen

Man playing with his kite in Tienanmen

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“Travel light: Flying a kite in Tienanmen”
Beijing, China, Aug. 1996
© Massimo S. Volonté

Hello darkness, my old friend

Man in the sound of darkness silenceHello darkness, my old friend,
I’ve come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
‘Neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence.
“Fools,” said I, “You do not know –
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you.
Take my arms that I might reach you.”
But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming.
And the sign said, The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls
And whispered in the sound of silence.
_ Paul Simon & Art Garfunkel (The sound of silence) _

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“Hello darkness, my old friend”
Milano, Italy, April 2014
© Massimo S. Volonté

City Sickness – 238

A commuter is waiting for the  next train

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“City Sickness – 238″
Milano, Italy, Oct. 2014
© Massimo S. Volonté

Nightmare no. 44

Tiny red leaves on the sidewalkThe hours resolutely drip
on the walls containing this very last night
Words thrown through an infinite space
infinite distance
Towards a rock, looking for the code
The wind is yelling at the surface of the sea
his anger, his despair
Drops of sweat, shining like rare pearls,
cover your body of unspeakable skin
The nightmares have savaged the dreams
Everything simply impossible
The heart beats
Yet, against all odds
I lose tears of blood
falling on the sidewalk
like small red leaves.
Le ore colano inesorabili
sulle pareti che contengono quest’ultima notte
Parole lanciate nello spazio infinito
distanza infinita
Verso una roccia, in cerca del codice
Il vento urla alla superficie del mare
la sua rabbia, la sua disperazione
Gocce di sudore, splendenti come perle rare
ricoprono il tuo corpo dalla pelle indicibile
Gli incubi hanno sbranato i sogni
Tutto semplicemente impossibile
Il cuore batte
Ancora, contro ogni previsione
Perdo lacrime di sangue
cadono sul marciapiede
come piccole foglie rosse.
_ Hugh S. Graves _

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“Nightmare no. 40″
Milano, Italy, Sep. 2014
© Massimo S. Volonté

An angel runs to ground

Angel character is going away…Red light, gray morning
You stumble out of a hole in the ground
A vampire, or a victim, it depends on who’s around
You used to stay in to watch the adverts
You could lip sync to the talk shows
And if you look, you look through me
And when you talk, you talk at me
And when I touch you, you don’t feel a thing

Faraway, so close, up with the static and the radio
With satellite, television, you can go anywhere
Miami, New Orleans, London, Belfast and Berlin
And if you listen, I can call
And if you jump, you just might fall
And if you shout, I’ll only here you
If I could stay then the night would give you up
Stay, and the day would keep its trust
Stay, with the demons you drown
Stay, with the spirit I found
Stay, and the night would be enough
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
3 o’clock in the morning
It’s quiet, there’s no one around
Just the bang and the clatter as an angel runs to ground
Just the bang and the clatter
As an angel hits the ground
_ U2 (Stay, excerpt) _

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“An angel runs to ground”
Milano, Italy, June 2014
© Massimo S. Volonté


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