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Self-portrait XXIV

Max S. Volonte' — Mon, 30 Jan 2012 01:34:23 +0000

…Nobody needs to discover me,
I’m back again.
You feel the ashes from the
Fire that kept you warm.
Its comfort disappears,
But still the only friend I know
Would never tell me where I go.
Looking for someone,
And now I’ve found myself a name.
Come away, leave me,
All that I have I will give.
Leave me, leave me,
All that I am I will give.
_Genesis (Looking for someone, excerpt)_

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“Self-portrait XXIV”
Milano, Italy, Dec. 2011
© Max S. Volonte’

The gambler

Max S. Volonte' — Sat, 28 Jan 2012 15:18:41 +0000

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“Il giocatore” © MSV Photography (PLEASE CLICK TO OPEN) Ventimila… Quarantamila… Sessantamila… Centomila… Cinquecentomila… Un milione… Due milioni… Tre milioni… Quattro milioni… Merda! Buongiorno. Cinquecentomila su Barbablù. Sì, poi gioco… questa accoppiata: Barbablù con Rommel, cinquecentomila, sì. Senta…e poi gioco ancora centomila su… su Barbablù… naturalmente. Sì. Merda! Buonasera caro. Dunque, io adesso batto lo zero, un milione sullo zero. Ecco. E poi… gioco …

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It’s the market

Max S. Volonte' — Fri, 27 Jan 2012 02:10:31 +0000

…instead, the market in every way conditions governments to bring the people within its control. And if I talk this way is because is the Market, today, and everyday is more true, the real and main instrument of the authentic, unique and unquestionable power, the economic and financial power, that is not democratic because was not elected by the people, that is not democratic because is not ruled by the people, that is not democratic because it doesn’t aim to the people happiness.
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…è il Mercato che condiziona in ogni modo i governi perché gli “portino” i popoli. E se parlo così del Mercato è perché è lui, oggi, e sempre di più ogni giorno che passa, lo strumento per eccellenza dell’autentico, unico e indiscutibile potere, il potere economico e finanziario mondiale, che non è democratico perché non lo ha eletto il popolo, che non è democratico perché non è retto dal popolo, che infine non è democratico perché non mira alla felicità del popolo.
_José Saramago (Quaderni)_

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“It’s the market”
Italy, Dec. 2011
© Max S. Volonté

Meditate che questo è stato

Max S. Volonte' — Fri, 27 Jan 2012 02:05:30 +0000

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Voi che vivete sicuri Nelle vostre tiepide case, Voi che trovate tornando a sera Il cibo caldo e visi amici: Considerate se questo è un uomo Che lavora nel fango Che non conosce pace Che lotta per un pezzo di pane Che muore per un sì o per un no. Considerate se questa è una donna, Senza capelli e senza nome Senza più forza di ricordare Vuoti gli occhi e freddo il grembo Come una rana d’inverno. Meditate che questo è stato: Vi comando queste parole. Scolpitele nel vostro cuore Stando in casa andando …

Reflect on the fact that this has happened:

Wish you were here

Max S. Volonte' — Thu, 26 Jan 2012 01:26:26 +0000

So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change? And did you exchange
a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl,
year after year,
running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears,
wish you were here.
_Pink Floyd (Wish you were here)_

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“Wish you were here”
Italy, Nov. 2011
© Max S. Volonté

Room 108

Max S. Volonte' — Wed, 25 Jan 2012 02:34:13 +0000

I can’t stand in this empty room anymore
where the windows are closed
where the bottles run dry too soon
where I can’t breathe
where there’re books looking at me
where pictures leave their marks on the walls
where there aren’t any exit door
where I catch cold
where you’re not in
where there’s no love
where I’m still going down this spiral
where there’s no music
where we can’t talk
where we can’t listen
where we can’t see the sea
where there’s not a smell of coffee
where the sun can’t come in
where there is no light at all
where I only share the company of the death
_Hugh S. Graves_

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“Room 108″
Milano, Italy, Dec. 2011
© Max S. Volonte’

The first time

Max S. Volonte' — Tue, 24 Jan 2012 01:07:59 +0000

I have a lover
A lover like no other
She got soul, soul, soul, sweet soul
And she teach me how to sing
Shows me colors when there’s none to see
Gives me hope when I can’t believe
That for the first time
I feel love…
_U2 (The first time, excerpt)_
from the movie “Million dollar hotel”
by Wim Wenders

Half kiss two

Max S. Volonte' — Mon, 23 Jan 2012 00:45:39 +0000

Half tone
Half card
Half figure
Half charge
Half age
Half leaf
Half world
Half rubber
Half bottle
Half pizza
Half man
Half soul
Half life
Half kiss
_Hugh S. Graves_

Dream no. XXXII

Max S. Volonte' — Fri, 20 Jan 2012 01:08:54 +0000

The first train in the morning
takes you nowhere.
_Hugh S. Graves_

Personal Jesus

Max S. Volonte' — Thu, 19 Jan 2012 00:37:52 +0000

Your own personal Jesus
Someone to hear your prayers
Someone who cares
Your own personal Jesus
Someone to hear your prayers
Someone who’s there
Feeling unknown
And you’re all alone
Flesh and bone
By the telephone
Lift up the receiver
I’ll make you a believer…
_Depeche Mode (Personal Jesus, excerpt)_