March 26, 2009

bruno munari

conservare lo spirito dell’infanzia

dentro di sé per tutta la vita

vuol dire conservare

la curiosità di conoscere

il piacere di capire

la voglia di comunicare.


preserve the spirit of the youth
inside you all your life,
i want to say,
preserve the curiosity of knowing
the joy of understanding
and the will of communicate

March 15, 2009

"when i walk" (musetta's waltz)

Quando me'n vò soletta per la via,

La gente sosta e mira

E la bellezza mia tutta ricerca in me,

ricerca in me
Da capo a pie' ...

Ed assaporo allor la bramosia
sottil che da
gl'occhi traspira
e dai palesi vezzi intender sa

Alle occulte beltà.

Cosi l’effluvio del desio tutta m'aggira,

felice mi fa, felice me fa!

E tu che sai, che memori e ti struggi

Da me tanto rifuggi?

So ben:
le angoscie tue non le vuoi dir,

non le vuoi dir so ben

Ma ti senti morir!

When I walk alone in the street
People stop and stare at me
And everyone looks at my beauty,
Looks at me,
From head to foot...
And then I relish the sly yearning
which escapes from their eyes
and which is able to perceive
my most hidden beauties.
Thus the scent of desire is all around me,
and it makes me happy, makes me happy!
And you who know, who remember and yearn
you shrink from me?
I know it very well:
you do not want to express your anguish,
I know so well that you do not want to express it
but you feel as if you are dying!


it's not just the music and the scene that attract me,
it's more than that.
It reminds me an encapsulated time of my life
and the last couples of decades in a pursue of self-confidence.
the text (and the music) shows what it is a characteristic
of the personality of a person that i think everyone has and feel;
the need of feeling that you are attractive,
that you can feel the "scent of desire..all around you" as Musetta sings,
because that means that you are alive and living life,
not just passing by,
not just waiting for something to happen,
just living.

March 6, 2009

at last!

that was the last dance,
I knew it from the very moment you just were by my door
and not being sure wether to get in or not.
you had become in two weeks time an estrange

you didn't belong here anymore
an odd moment
you were talking to me but not being there
a ghost already

i got a text from you at my birthday
i didn't get any feelings at all
i just sent a 'thanks' back and i know now that,
that time is over
free at last!

photo: skånes dansteater, vitabergsparken, 2008

i e truth

i didn't come here to hear the truth,
please lye to me for once.