Archive for the ‘English’ Category

Prima meta’ dell’estate

Friday, May 22nd, 2009


Sfortunatamente non ho la traccia del GPS per mostrare le rotte vere e soprattutto non so come salvare un percorso .kmz per poterlo visualizzare su google earth ma intanto questa immagine e’ meglio di niente!!!
Il luogo piu’ bello per il momento …. mumble mumble … fatemi pensare .mumble mumble … diciamo Itaca ma forse perche’ ho avuto il piacere di poterla girare in lungo ed in largo con un motorino scoprendo dei posti veramente belli.

A presto

Carpe diem

Monday, June 18th, 2007
Tu ne quaesieris, scire nefas, quem mihi, quem tibi Leuconoe, don’t ask — it’s forbidden to know —
finem di dederint, Leuconoe, nec Babylonios what end the gods will give me or you. Don’t play with Babylonian
temptaris numeros. ut melius, quidquid erit, pati. fortune-telling either. Better just deal with whatever comes your way.
seu pluris hiemes seu tribuit Iuppiter ultimam, Whether you’ll see several more winters or whether the last one
quae nunc oppositis debilitat pumicibus mare Jupiter gives you is the one even now pelting the rocks on the shore with the waves
Tyrrhenum: sapias, vina liques et spatio brevi of the Tyrrhenian sea–be smart, drink your wine. Scale back your long hopes
spem longam reseces. dum loquimur, fugerit invida to a short period. Even as we speak, envious time
aetas: carpe diem quam minimum credula postero. is running away from us. Gather the day, for in the future you can believe the minimum.

Horace (Odes 1.11)

The voyage

Monday, June 18th, 2007

The Voyage


To Maxime du Camp




For the boy playing with his globe and stamps,
the world is equal to his appetite–
how grand the world in the blaze of the lamps,
how petty in tomorrow’s small dry light!


One morning we lift anchor, full of brave
prejudices, prospects, ingenuity–
we swing with the velvet swell of the wave,
our infinite is rocked by the fixed sea.


Some wish to fly a cheapness they detest,
others, their cradles’ terror — others stand
with their binoculars on a woman’s breast,
reptilian Circe with her junk and wand.


Not to be turned to reptiles, such men daze
themselves with spaces, light, the burning sky;
cold toughens them, they bronze in the sun’s blaze
and dry the sores of their debauchery.


But the true voyagers are those who move
simply to move — like lost balloons! Their heart
is some old motor thudding in one groove.
It says its single phrase, “Let us depart!”


They are like conscripts lusting for the guns;
our sciences have never learned to tag
their projects and designs — enormous, vague
hopes grease the wheels of these automatons!




We imitate, oh horror! tops and bowls
in their eternal waltzing marathon;
even in sleep, our fever whips and rolls–
like a black angel flogging the brute sun.


Strange sport! where destination has no place
or name, and may be anywhere we choose–
where man, committed to his endless race,
runs like a madman diving for repose!


Our soul is a three-master seeking port;
a voice from starboard shouts, “We’re at the dock!”
Another, more elated, cries from port,
“Here’s dancing, gin and girls!” Balls! it’s a rock!


The islands sighted by the lookout seem
the El Dorados promised us last night;
imagination wakes from its drugged dream,
sees only ledges in the morning light.


Poor lovers of exotic Indias,
shall we throw you in chains or in the sea?
Sailors discovering new Americas
who drown in a mirage of agony!


The worn-out sponge, who scuffles through our slums
sees whiskey, paradise and liberty
wherever oil-lamps shine in furnished rooms–
we see Blue Grottoes, Caesar and Capri.




Stunningly simple tourists, your pursuit
is written in the tear-drops in your eyes!
Spread out the packing cases of your loot,
your azure sapphires made of seas and skies!


We want to break the boredom of our jails
and cross the oceans without oars or steam–
give its visions to stretch our minds like sails,
the blue, exotic shoreline of your dream!


Tell us, what have you seen?




“We’ve seen the stars,
a wave or two — we’ve also seen some sand;
although we peer through telescopes and spars,
we’re often deadly bored as you on land.


The shine of sunlight on the violet sea,
the roar of cities when the sun goes down:
these stir our hearts with restless energy;
we worship the Indian Ocean where we drown!


No old chateau or shrine besieged by crowds
of crippled pilgrims sets our soul on fire,
as these chance countries gathered from the clouds.
Our hearts are always anxious with desire.


(Desire, that great elm fertilized by lust,
gives its old body, when the heaven warms
its bark that winters and old age encrust;
green branches draw the sun into its arms.


Why are you always growing taller, Tree–
Oh longer-lived than cypress!) Yet we took
one or two sketches for your picture-book,
Brothers who sell your souls for novelty!


We have salaamed to pagan gods with horns,
entered shrines peopled by a galaxy
of Buddhas, Slavic saints, and unicorns,
so rich Rothschild must dream of bankruptcy!


Priests’ robes that scattered solid golden flakes,
dancers with tattooed bellies and behinds,
charmers supported by braziers of snakes . . .”




Yes, and what else?




Oh trivial, childish minds!
You’ve missed the more important things that we
were forced to learn against our will. We’ve been
from top to bottom of the ladder, and see
only the pageant of immortal sin :


there women, servile, peacock-tailed, and coarse,
marry for money, and love without disgust
horny, pot-bellied tyrants stuffed on lust,
slaves’ slaves — the sewer in which their gutter pours!


old maids who weep, playboys who live each hour,
state banquets loaded with hot sauces, blood and trash,
ministers sterilized by dreams of power,
workers who love their brutalizing lash;


and everywhere religions like our own
all storming heaven, propped by saints who reign
like sybarites on beds of nails and frown–
all searching for some orgiastic pain!


Many, self-drunk, are lying in the mud–
mad now, as they have always been, they roll
in torment screaming to the throne of God:
“My image and my Lord, I hate your soul!”


And others, dedicated without hope,
flee the dull herd — each locked in his own world
hides in his ivory-tower of art and dope–
this is the daily news from the whole world!




How sour the knowledge travellers bring away!
The world’s monotonous and small; we see
ourselves today, tomorrow, yesterday,
an oasis of horror in sands of ennui!


Shall we move or rest? Rest, if you can rest;
move if you must. One runs, but others drop
and trick their vigilant antagonist.
Time is a runner who can never stop,


the Wandering Jew or Christ’s Apostles. Yet
nothing’s enough; no knife goes through the ribs
of this retarius throwing out its net;
others can kill and never leave their cribs.


And even when Time’s heel is on our throat
we still can hope, still cry, “On, on, let’s go!”
Just as we once took passage on the boat
for China, shivering as we felt the blow,


so we now set our sails for the Dead Sea,
light-hearted as the youngest voyager.
If you look seaward, Traveller, you will see
a spectre rise and hear it sing, “Stop, here,


and eat my lotus-flowers, here’s where they’re sold.
Here are the fabulous fruits; look, my boughs bend;
eat yourself sick on knowledge. Here we hold
time in our hands, it never has to end.”


We know the accents of this ghost by heart;
our comrade spreads his arms across the seas;
“On, on, Orestes. Sail and feast your heart–
Here’s Clytemnestra.” Once we kissed her knees.




It’s time. Old Captain, lift anchor, sink!
The land rots; we shall sail into the night;
if now the sky and sea are black as ink
our hearts, as you must know, are filled with light.


Only when we drink poison are we well–
we want, this fire so burns our brain tissue,
to drown in the abyss — heaven or hell,
who cares? Through the unknown, we’ll find the new.


Charles Baudelaire

The groundwork of human beeing

Monday, June 18th, 2007

Tonight, watching a DVD, I’ve read the first articles of the “Universal declaration of Human Right” and I felt that those knowledges couldn’d not be into my space.

This attitude want to be nothing more nor less than at least a simple tam – tam that pierce the silence of ignorance.

Please, read these few lines, keep in mind and repeat to the deaf-harth men!!

Article 1.

    All human beings are born free and equal in dignity and rights.They are endowed with reason and conscience and should act towards one another in a spirit of brotherhood.

Article 2.

    Everyone is entitled to all the rights and freedoms set forth in this Declaration, without distinction of any kind, such as race, colour, sex, language, religion, political or other opinion, national or social origin, property, birth or other status. Furthermore, no distinction shall be made on the basis of the political, jurisdictional or international status of the country or territory to which a person belongs, whether it be independent, trust, non-self-governing or under any other limitation of sovereignty.

Article 3.

    Everyone has the right to life, liberty and security of person.

Article 4.

    No one shall be held in slavery or servitude; slavery and the slave trade shall be prohibited in all their forms.

Article 5.

    No one shall be subjected to torture or to cruel, inhuman or degrading treatment or punishment.

Article 6.

    Everyone has the right to recognition everywhere as a person before the law.

For more information, please follow this link or downlaod the whole Declaration of Human Right