In my viewfinder
Photography, Art, Italian photographer, Massimo S. Volonté Fotografo
Without caption #021
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“Without caption #021”
Milano, Italy, Oct. 2018
© Massimo S. Volonté
Self-portrait CXXV
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“Self-portrait 125”
2020 © Massimo S. Volonté
City Sickness – 492
“City Sickness No. 492”
2017 © Massimo S. Volonté
Home by the sea
Creeping up the blind side
Shinning up the wall
Stealing through the dark of night
Climbing through a window
Stepping to the floor
Checking to the left and the right
Picking up the pieces
Putting them away
Something doesn’t feel quite right
Help me someone, let me out of here
Then out of the dark was suddenly heard
Welcome to the home by the sea
Coming out of the woodwork
Through the open door
Pushing from above and below
Shadows but no substance
In the shape of men
Round and down and sideways they go
Adrift without direction
Eyes that hold despair
Then as one they sign and they moan
Help us someone, let us out of here
Living here so long, undisturbed
Dreaming of the time we were free
So many years ago
Before the time when we first heard
Welcome to the home by the sea
Sit down, sit down, sit down
Sit, down, sit down
As we relive our lives
In what we tell you
Images of sorrow, pictures of delight
Things that go to make up a life
Endless days of summer
Longer nights of gloom
Waiting for the morning light
Scenes of unimportance
Photos in a frame
Things that go to make up a life
Help us someone, let us out of here
‘Cause living here so long undisturbed
Dreaming of the time we were free
So many years ago
Before the time when we first heard
Welcome to the home by the sea
Let us relive our lives
In what we tell you
Sit down, sit down, sit down
‘Cause you won’t get away
No, with us you will stay
For the rest of your days, sit down
As we relive our lives
In what we tell you
Let us relive our lives
In what we tell you
_ M. Rutherford / P. Collins / T. Banks (Genesis) [Home by the sea] _
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“Home by the sea”
Western coast of Scotland
Late summer 2006
© Massimo S. Volonté
She was hot
New York was cold and damp
TV is just a blank
Looks like another dead end Sunday
What about an early night
Monday never feels so bright
Ooh the sheets feel cold and lonely
Who wants to brave the pouring rain
For a glass of French champagne?
Well grab a cab, grab a cap and baby, come right by
And she was hot, as she kissed my mouth
She was hot, as I wiped her brow
She was hot, she pinned me to the ground
She was quick, she knew her way around
She was hot, as she tore my clothes
She was hot, she had no place to go
She was hot, on a cold and rainy night
Detroit was smoky grey
Nothing like the good old days
Well I got a fever that I’m fighting
I don’t need your company
Leave me in my misery
I can take the rebound just like lightning
And she was hot, in a 50’s dress
She was hot, her lips were flashing red
I was lost, in her burning flesh
I was hot, I was dripping sweat
She was hot, in the Detroit snow
She was hot, she had no place to go
She was hot, on a cold and rainy night
And she was hot, and I had the blues
She was hot, honey, where were you?
If you were in my shoes
You would be excused
She was hot, you could never wait
She was hot, never hesitate
She was hot, on a cold and rainy night
I think I’m going off the rails
Riding down the pleasure trails
I was taking passion where you find it
Honey when you’re young and fresh
And you need the touch of flesh
Go take the treasure where you find it
And she was hot, in the melted snow
She was hot, in the molten glow
She was hot, she got it in the blood
She was hot, like the dam that bursts
She was strong, she was strong and true
She was black, and her eyes were blue
She was lost, and she took a chance
At just a brief romance
Down the avenue into the lost bayou
Into the tall bamboo, back to the human zoo
I wish you all the best, I hope we meet again
In a cold Chicago night
She was hot…
_ K. Richards / M. Jagger (The Rolling Stones) [She was hot] _
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“She was hot”
2015 © Massimo S. Volonté
