Maggio 2013
2 post
Aprile 2013
3 post
Sulla morte di Medea
“Anch’io ho ucciso Medea: è morta di freddo. Al tramonto non ho saputo accompagnarla nel Sole, nonostante questi mi mostrasse le vie che portano ai suoi cancelli dorati, scaldando la mia persona fredda per un inverno troppo lungo che ha congelato ed infranto fantasie troppo colorate per essere vere.”
Marzo 2013
9 post
“Cercò di riassumere l’intera storia: un ragazzo americano e una ragazza...”
– Etgar Keret, All’improvviso bussano alla porta
Febbraio 2013
15 post
“Girls can wear jeans, cut their hair short, wear shirts and boots, ‘cause it’s...”
– The Cement Garden, 1993 (via oceanofpurplehaze)
“Sometimes I repeat my story again and again because it’s interesting to see how...”
– M.I.A (via beklemishiva)
Gennaio 2013
16 post
“Ho smesso di contare le volte in cui, arrivata alla seconda riga, ho cancellato...”
– Frida Kahlo, Lettere Appassionate
“Enjoy your body, use it every way you can. Don’t be afraid of it, or what other...”
– Kurt Vonnegut
“You may not agree with a woman, but to criticize her appearance — as opposed to...”
– Hillary Clinton (via rookiemag)
“Touching each part of our body in mindfulness, we make peace with our body, and...”
– Thich Nhat Hanh (via loserchildhotpants)
Dicembre 2012
4 post
“I am in the mood to dissolve into the sky.”
– Virginia Woolf (via lunaoki)
Nirvana - Smells Like Teen Spirit →
ledieci:
Kurt smells like teen spirit : ecco cosa trovò Cobain un giorno sul muro di casa sua. Kathleen Hanna delle Bikini Kill aveva preso della vernice e imbrattato la facciata di casa Cobain citando un profumo must per adolescenti, il “Teen Spirit”, per ridicolizzare Kurt, rinfacciandogli di non essere ancora un uomo, ma solo un ragazzino.
Era una versione un po’ più consumistica del...
Jeanne : I don't know what to call you.
Paul : I don't have a name.
Jeanne : Do you want to know my name ?
Paul : No. No, I don’t ! I don’t want to know your name. You don’t have a name, and I don’t have a name either. No names here. Not one name.
Jeanne : You're crazy !
Paul : Maybe I am, but I don't want to know anything about you. I don't wanna know where you live or where you come from. I wanna know nothing, nothing, nothing ! Do you understand ?
Jeanne : You scare me.
Paul : Nothing. You and I are gonna meet here without knowing anything that goes on outside here. Ok ?
Jeanne : But why ?
Paul : Because... Because we don't need names here. Don't you see ? We're gonna forget everything that we knew. Every... all the people... all that we do... all that we... wherever we live... We're gonna forget that. Everything, everything.
Jeanne : But I can't. Can you ?
Paul : I don't know.
Last Tango In Paris, Bernardo Bertolucci, 1972
Novembre 2012
2 post
