Dream no. 131

Volonte fotografo MilanoWhere no man has gone before
The black light is dazzling
I chase the shadows that slide on the new buildings walls
In the city of nothingness
Where I’m looking for a precarious shelter
In the darkness that surrounds me
I saw my life projected onto the silver screen
In fear and love
Where only your eyes are shining bright
In the endless night
I let myself be carried by the greasy steel river
I try to absolve my sins
Where the eternal flames burn
At sunset of the dark day
My white fingers, my black skin, my green eyes
Above you, inside you
Where the source is placed
In the one-way opaque hourglass
Time and its magic substance are dripping
Space breaks down the doors of perception
Free thoughts make up dreams
Where no man has gone before

Dove nessun uomo è giunto prima
La luce nera è abbagliante
Inseguo le ombre che scivolano sui muri dei nuovi edifici
Nella città del nulla
Dove cerco un precario rifugio
Nel buio che mi circonda
Ho veduto la mia vita proiettata sullo schermo d’argento
Nella paura e nell’amore
Dove brillano solo i tuoi occhi
Nella interminabile notte
Mi sono lasciato trasportare dal fiume di unto acciaio
Cerco di assolvere i miei peccati
Dove bruciano le fiamme eterne
Al tramonto del giorno oscuro
Le mie dita bianche, la mia pelle scura, i miei occhi verdi
Su di te, dentro di te
Dove si trova la sorgente
Nell’opaca clessidra a senso unico
Cola il tempo e la sua magica sostanza
Lo spazio abbatte le porte della percezione
I pensieri liberi vanno a formare i sogni
Dove nessun uomo è giunto prima
_ Hugh S. Graves _

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“Dream no. 131”
2013 © Massimo S. Volonté

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Take care of all of my children

Monochrome, Volonte fotografo MilanoOh take care of all my children
don’t let them wander and roam
take care of all of my children
for I don’t know when I’m comin’ back home
you can put all of my possessions here in Jesus’ name
nail a sign on the door
bright and early Sunday morning
with my walking cane
I’m going up to see my lord
oh keep them together at the sundown
safe from the devil’s hand
you gotta make them a pillow
on the hard ground
I’ll be going up to Beaulah land
you can put all of my possessions here in Jesus’ name
nail a sign on the door
bright and early Sunday morning
with my walking cane
I’m going up to see my lord
remember you never trust the devil
stay clear of Lucifer’s hand
don’t let them wander in the meadow
or you’ll wind up in the frying pan
you can put all of my possessions here in Jesus’ name
nail a sign on the door
bright and early Sunday morning
with my walking cane
I’m going up to see my lord
_ Tom Waits (Take care of all of my children) _

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“Take care of all of my children”
2013 © Massimo S. Volonté

City Sickness – 456

Beautiful catastrophe #091

Camera

Volonte fotografo MIlanoFrom the inside room when the front room greeting
Becomes your special book it was simple then
When the party lulls if we fall by the side
Will you be remembered? Will she be remembered?
Alone in a crowd a bartered lantern borrowed
If I’m to be your camera then who will be your face?
I fell by your bed once I didn’t want to tell you
I should keep myself in between the pages
Of the green light room if we fall by the side
From the inside room when the front room greeting
Becomes your special book, it was simple then
When the party lulls, if we fall by the side
I still like you, can you remember?
_ R.E.M. (Camera) _

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“Camera”
2019 © Massimo S. Volonté

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