In my viewfinder
Photography, Art, Italian photographer, Massimo S. Volonté Fotografo
Every breaking wave
Every breaking wave on the shore
Tells the next one there’ll be one more
And every gambler knows that to lose
Is what you’re really there for
Summer I was fearless
Now I speak into an answer phone
Like every fallen leaf on the breeze
Winter wouldn’t leave it alone
Alone
If you go
If you go your way and I go mine
Are we so
Are we so helpless against the tide
Baby, every dog on the street
Knows that we’re in love with defeat
Are we ready to be swept off our feet
And stop chasing every breaking wave
Every sailor knows that the sea
Is a friend made enemy
And every shipwrecked soul knows what it is
To live without intimacy
I thought I heard the captain’s voice
But it’s hard to listen while you preach
Like every broken wave on the shore
This is as far as I could reach
If…
_ U2 (Every breaking wave) _
Image info:
“Every breaking wave”
Adriatic Sea, Italy, June 2016
© Massimo S. Volonté
City Sickness – 443
“City Sickness No. 443”
Italy, Jan. 2017
© Massimo S. Volonté
Beautiful catastrophe #081
Image info:
“Beautiful catastrophe #081”
Milano, Italy, May 2016
© Massimo S. Volonté
Dream no. 138
You and me sitting in a cafe
In the heart of the city of nothingness
Ancient walls, crystals, new buildings that will soon decay
Everything is inside, everything is out
A thousand overlapping faces
A thousand confused thoughts, getting lost
While the wine bottle runs dry
You slowly slide away from me
I dreamt that we would have walk together
Throughout our summer
The broken strand, an interrupted dialogue, love torn apart
A thousand lights catch on fire
A thousand stars appearing little by little, in the distance
While the glasses remain half full
The insoluble solitudes gathered around us
You don’t know it, I don’t realize it
Winter has come
You and me sitting in a cafe
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Io e te seduti in un caffé
Nel cuore della città del nulla
Antiche mura, cristalli, nuovi palazzi che presto invecchieranno
Tutto è dentro, tutto è fuori
Mille volti si sovrappongono
Mille pensieri si confondono, si perdono
Mentre la bottiglia di vino si svuota
Scivoli piano lontano da me
Avevo sognato che avremmo camminato insieme
Per tutta la nostra estate
Il filo spezzato, un discorso interrotto, l’amore fatto a pezzi
Mille luci prendono fuoco
Mille stelle appaiono lentamente, in distanza
Mentre i bicchieri restano mezzi pieni
Attorno a noi si raccolgono le solitudini insolubili
Tu non lo sai, non me ne rendo conto io
E’ arrivato l’inverno
Io e te seduti in un caffé
_ Hugh S. Graves _
Image info:
“Dream no. 138”
Milano,Italy, Sep. 2018
© Massimo S. Volonté
City Sickness – 442
“City Sickness No. 442”
Italy, March 2017
© Massimo S. Volonté
