"Perché mi schiante?
Allor porsi la mano un poco avante,
e colsi un ramicel da un gran pruno;
e ’l tronco suo gridò: «Perché mi schiante?»
Da che fatto fu poi di sangue bruno,
ricominciò a dir: «Perché mi scerpi?
non hai tu spirto di pietade alcuno?
Uomini fummo, e or siam fatti sterpi:
ben dovrebb’esser la tua man più pia,
se state fossimo anime di serpi»
Perché mi schiante?
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Leonard Cohen released "Songs of Love and Hate" 53 years ago on March 19, 1971.
Soon it will be your turn again.
And the wounds of my flesh that you will wear will burn like hell.
Your Pain It's Just The Shadow Of My Wound
Thursday, November 12th.
Well WE stepped into an avalanche.
It's too late.
“I was giving you a few days break. Already knowing that I would have broken your boxes you soon. Forgive the excess of sincerity!”
“Oh, never mind! Go ahead! Breaking my boxes and being honest. It's something that funny me, as well does me pleasure! Of course, feel free to ask for you a break”
“Joke? No, no, i don't even think about it! On the contrary… “
"I stepped into an avalanche
It covered up my soul
When I am not this hunchback that you see
I sleep beneath the golden hill
You who wish to conquer pain
You must learn, learn to serve me well
You strike my side by accident
As you go down for your gold
The cripple here that you clothe and feed
Is neither starved nor cold
He does not ask for your company
Not at the center, the center of the world
When I am on a pedestal
You did not raise me there
Your laws do not compel me
To kneel grotesque and bare
I myself am the pedestal
For this ugly hump at which you stare
You who wish to conquer pain
You must learn what makes me kind
The crumbs of love that you offer me
They're the crumbs I've left behind
Your pain is no credential here
It's just the shadow, shadow of my wound
I have begun to long for you
I who have no greed
I have begun to ask for you
I who have no need
You say you've gone away from me
But I can feel you when you breathe
Do not dress in those rags for me
I know you are not poor
And don't love me quite so fiercely now
When you know that you are not sure
It is your turn, beloved
It is your flesh that I wear"
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The Biggest Mistake
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ASK GAME ★ OPEN
I will make a moodboard for you from what the cards tell me about your personality! < 3
What do i need to send? + rules
- Send me a emoji you really like
- What do you think about me (idk, there are photos of me in my pinned blog soo..inspire yourself from that or use your intuition)
- follow me
- Reblog this
- if you don't follow the rules i will not answer (sorry :c)
with love Bri ★
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"You don't look like a bdsm girl"
On March 12, 1967, the Velvet Underground released "The Velvet Underground & Nico".
Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather
Whiplash girl child in the dark
Severin, your servant comes in bells, please don't forsake him
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart
"Don't be afraid. You don't look like a bdsm girl"
Believe it.
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♉️ ♌️ ♌️
☀️ AC 🌙 (in 12th house, conjunct Ac)
HI! I'm happy to participate in your ask game!
Thanks! ❤️
🎼Levitating - Dua Lipa
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ASK GAME!! Open ♧
send me your big 3 (sun, moon and ac) and I will make a moodboard of that + a song ♥︎
RULES:
follow me
Reblog this
(⚠️: I do this for fun and I'm not professional at astrology things! hope you understand ✳)
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I'll never believe in an interventionist God again.
And I'll never believe in the existence of Angel again.
But I know, it's true.
But if I did, I would kneel down, and ask Them to take this Cup away from me, and put an end to this Pain.
And to walk, with the help of Christ, in Grace and Peace, if I can't in Love.
At least in this Life.
It's you, who I should never have believed.
"On my fingers lingers the smell,
Of her deep black hair.
Full of all my whispered words,
Her black hair.
And wet with tears and goodbyes,
Her hair of deepest black.
All my tears cried against,
Her milk-white throat.
Hidden behind the curtain,
Of her beautiful black hair.
As deep as ink and black,
Black as the deepest sea.
The smell of her black hair,
Upon my pillow
Where her head and all its
Black hair did rest.
Today she took a train to the West"
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, "Black Hair"
(The Boatman's Call, 1997)
"And if He felt He had to direct you, Then direct you Into My Arms"
Sunday, November 8th. 22:02.
Same time.
Another message from you.
I thought we said goodbye.
Monday, November 9th. 01:33 a.m.
Another your "goodnight song" for me.
What do you want tell me?
I'm scared.
"I don’t believe in an interventionist God
But I know, darling, that you do
But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him
Not to intervene when it came to you
Not to touch a hair on your head
To leave you as you are
And if He felt He had to direct you
Then direct you into my arms
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms
And I don’t believe in the existence of angels
But looking at you I wonder if that’s true
But if I did I would summon them together
And ask them to watch over you
To each burn a candle for you
To make bright and clear your path
And to walk, like Christ, in grace and love
And guide you into my arms
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms
But I believe in Love
And I know that you do too
And I believe in some kind of path
That we can walk down, me and you
So keep your candles burning
And make her journey bright and pure
That she will keep returning
Always and evermore
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms"
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"Thought of you as my mountain top
thought of you as my peak
Thought of you as everything
I’ve had but couldn’t keep
I’ve had but couldn’t keep
Linger on your pale blue eyes
Linger on your pale blue eyes"
On this day, The Velvet Underground released their self-titled album.
March 1st, 1969.
On this day, I'm no longer the dark-eyed woman.
But it’s truly, truly a sin (finally Monday)
November 16th 02:05 a.m.
Finally Monday.
"Don’t mind the title, Lou Reed wrote it for a dark-eyed woman"
"It was good what we did yesterday
And I'd do it once again
The fact that you are married
Only proves, you're my best friend
But it's truly, truly a sin
Linger on
Your pale blue eyes
Linger on
Your pale blue eyes"
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" ... Daddy where's Mommy?"
🖤💔
Alice Cooper (Vincent Damon Furnier, born February 4, 1948)
One of my favorite rock Godfathers and lifelong inspirations. 🖤
"Mommy, where's Daddy?
He's been gone for so long
Do you think he'll ever come home?"
I was gone for fourteen days
I could've been gone for more
Held up in the intensive care ward
Lyin' on the floor
I was gone for all those days
But I was not all alone
I made friends with a lot of people
In the danger zone
See my lonely life unfold
I see it every day
See my only mind explode
Since I've gone away
I think I lost some weight there
And I, I'm sure I need some rest
Sleeping don't come very easy
In a straight white vest
Sure like to see that little children
She's only four years old, old
I'd give her back all of her play things
Even, even the ones I stole
See my lonely life unfold
I see it everyday
See my lonely mind explode
When I've gone insane
I wanna get outta here
I wanna get outta here
I, I've gotta, I've gotta get outta here
I, I gotta get out of here
I, I gotta get outta here, I gotta get outta here, I gotta get outta here
I gotta get out of here
Ya gotta let me out, I gotta
Let me, I gotta
I gotta get out, I gotta
Let me out, I gotta
I gotta get outta here
I gotta get outta here
I gotta get outta here, I gotta get outta here, I gotta get outta here
See my lonely life unfold
I see it everyday
See my only mind explode
Blow up in my face
I grabbed my hat and I got my coat
And I, I ran into the street
I saw a man that was choking there
I guess he couldn't breathe
Said to myself this is very strange
I'm glad it wasn't me
But now I hear those sirens callin'
And so I am not free
(I didn't wanna be)
(I didn't wanna be)
(I didn't wanna be)
See my lonely life unfold
(I didn't wanna be)
(I didn't wanna be)
(Leave me alone, I didn't wanna be)
(Don't touch me!)
See my lonely mind explode
When I've gone insane
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"Love just a Lie, made to make you Blue"
Every my Loves hurts.
"Love hurts, love scars, love wounds and marks
Any heart not tough or strong enough
Take a lot of pain, take a lot of pain
Love is like a cloud, holds a lot'ta rain
Love hurts
Love hurts
I may be slow, but even so
I know a thing or two, I learned from you
I really learned a lot, really learned a lot
Love is like a flame, burns you when it's hot
Love hurts
Love hurts
Love hurts
Some fools rave of happiness
Blissfulness, togetherness
Some fools fool themselves I guess
They're not foolin' me
But I know it isn't true
Well, I know it isn't true
Love is just a lie
Made to make you blue
Love hurts
Love hurts
Yeah well, I know it isn't true
Well, I know it isn't true
Love is just a lie
Made to make you blue
Love hurts
Love hurts
Love hurts
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A Scorpio Moon Man Memories ♏🌙
"The merciless desire to see her suffer, making her feel the same atrocious pain she had inflicted on me, was the equal to the Love I felt for her: INFINITE.
She was, is, and will be unforgettable. But I will choose to have beside me, for the rest of my life, a woman whom I will love infinitely less than her, but who will give me tranquility and peace"
A Scorpio Moon man confessions.
No forgiveness after forgiving.
☀️♈ ↑♋ 🌙♏
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"I’m Thinking That It Must Be Love"
198*:
Love at first sight.
About thirty years later:
A two Soulmates conversation.
Remembering the eternal David Bowie. January 10th, 2016.
"Apparently, we get lost between conversations even before we see each other: yesterday you didn't tell me about Bowie thing anymore!"
"F*ck! Since today I've been thinking the exact same thing! Proving that we are the absolute masters of digression, we then got lost in a thousand other conversations!
Well. Since David Bowie is your "religious orientation", I will now tell you how it became mine"
"It’s not the side-effects of the cocaine, I’m thinking that it must be love" ... directly from "Station to Station!"
"Oh my God! I die for this song! I love it, not only for the lyrics and the music, but also for the love it gave birth to!"
"Oh... Tell me!"
"Well. And when I start like this, you’re finished!"
"Hey! That's all I'm waiting for!"
"Well. Let me start by saying that I already knew David Bowie, but more as an actor than as a singer. Just think that, at the time, I didn't even know that it was him who sang the famous "Let's Dance". I think I was about twelve years old, because was in the middle school.
One day, an amazing teacher came to my school for a drug addiction prevention project. The teacher told us about a German little girl who, years earlier, had become a heroin addict at almost our age, and he strongly recommended reading her book. But fate would have it that, in those days, the movie was broadcast on TV and I rushed to watch it. I still remember the beginning... "Piss and shit everywhere!" and Christiane getting a tattoo on her hand.
Well. Since I'm already digress, because I have a billion things to say on the movie and the book too, I'll skip straight to David Bowie!"
“You know, the first book I bought in my life was “Christiane F. we kids from Berlin Zoo”. Then I watched the movie, again and again”
"Oh my God! It's incredibile... "
"Yes... we're talking about a book and movie that are very, very important to me. Continued!"
"Then, comes the scene when Christiane goes to Bowie's concert with her toxic friend. I was already all excited because I had just listened "Heroes", in that memorable scene where Christiane, Detlef and their friends run like crazy in the deserted Europa Center, laughing and doing a thousand stupid things! The scene ends with Christiane and Detlef together on the terrace, watching the sunrise. Unforgettable!
"Heroes" had driven me crazy, but it was still nothing compared to the shock I had afterwards!"
"Sure, I guess! Continued!"
"Now imagine: about 198* - 198*, I was already listening a lot of the music that you and me love, but also a lot, a lot... metal! Forgive me, I know you hate it! 80s hair and glam metal too! Big hair, heavy makeup, motorcycles, spectacular shows, strippers, and various exaggerations!
WELL. In the growing emotion before the start of the concert, suddenly the lights opens and HE arrives, with his red jacket!"
"Eh... "
"And what does he do? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Just his entrance and presence on stage is enough to hypnotize the audience. Gently touch the microphone and start singing. It almost doesn't move! Sublime!"
"Immense charm... you said well, very, very well. It's the same effect it had on me! I swear. The same..."
"Station to Station"… all Bowie's songs are masterpieces, but this is the favourite, because it introduced me to Bowie's immense and genial universe and made me fall in love with his art"
"The elegance, the mangnetism is had, was inexplicable!"
Even today it's not the side-effects of the cocaine, I'm sure it's True Love.
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"She’d like to know God
Love God
Feel, feel, feel her God"
Christian Woman
"Forgive her...
For she knows not what she does
A cross upon her bedroom wall
From grace she will fall
An image burning in her mind
And between her thig
A dying God-man full of pain
When will you come again?
Before him beg to serve or please
On your back or knees
There's no forgiveness for her sins
Prefers punishment
Would you suffer eternally
Or internally?
Ah!
For her lust
She'll burn in hell
Her soul done medium well
All through mass manual stimulation
Salvation.
Corpus Christi
She needs
Corpus Christi
Corpus Christi
Corpus Christi
She needs
Corpus Christi
Corpus Christi
Body of Christ
She needs
Body of Christ
Body of Christ
She'd like to know God
Love God
Feel her God
Inside of her
Deep inside of her, ah
She'd like to know God
Love God
Feel, feel, feel her God
Inside of her
Deep inside of her
Inside of her
Deep inside of her
Jesus Christ looks like me
Jesus Christ
Jesus Christ looks like me
Jesus Christ, ah
Jesus Christ looks like me
Jesus Christ, ah
Jesus Christ looks like me
Jesus Christ, ah...
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"Everyone I Love Is Dead"
"Seems three years
Though maybe four
Someone drops dead
Whom I adore
You love someone
There will be grief
The kiss of death
Lips of a thief
Goddamnit
A dusty stack
of photographs
Of times I've cried
But mostly laughed
Commit the past
Into blue flame
Acrid smoke
Cowardly shame
Goddamnit
At times I'm truly terrified
'Cause dope and booze
Don't help to hide
They're used to mask
A weakling's hurt
It's just like painting
Over dirt
Everyone I love is dead
Everyone I love is dead
(All dead)
Life's a game I cannot win
Both good and bad
Must surely end
The mirrors
Always tell the truth
I love myself
For hating you
Everyone I love is dead
Everyone I love is dead
Everyone I love is dead
Everyone I love is dead
Goddamnit!
Goddamnit!
All dead
All dead
All dead, all dead, all dead, all dead, all dead, all dead, all dead, all dead
All dead
Goddamnit!
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Villeblevine, France.
Albert Camus, 4 gennaio 1960.
And you and me? What time were we? If we were…
November 23th, Monday.
Maybe this life has decided to give us a gift.
Or, simply, to find each other again.
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