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Auden

Faccio errori ingenui e brutali, e poi me ne pento, e non sono capace di niente. Ma sopra tutto, non so come si dice addio. Solo a questo, credo, non c'è soluzione per nessuno, né per gli intrepidi né per i conigli, né per i buoni né per i mediocri. Grazie a Auden, per averlo detto per me.

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone.
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling in the sky the message He is Dead,
Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever, I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun.
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

Funeral Blues

appunto

edith piaf (a raison); parimpampum; becoming jay gatsby.

DreamMaker

I first bumped into this song through a random listening of WLT, a nice music channel, despite its concerning hypster vibe. 

This is Mr. Conor O'Brien, aka The Villagers, a quite talented Irish musician.

What I just love of the video is the authenticity of the home session. Finally, a session set in a true house, more, in a kitchen! Those Christmas lights, and that charming view out of the window suddendly made me think of Northern countries, and enhanced the will to travel.

 Great voice and rising sequence: I'm eventually in pieces, yet in peace, too!

light blue

Here's a good combination of image and sound. Truly, the original song this video was meant for is not that appealing to me. One more thing, the girl's hair are just amazingly inspiring! 

soft beginning

al lavoro!

"Non c'è nulla di male nell'avere grandi pretese, ma c'è solo una vita da vivere. Se non accetti quel che la vita ti offre, non ti resta che appoggiarti alla fantasia: a lungo andare, essa è saporita e nutriente esattamente quanto il buco delle ciambelle." (Cit. "Su con la vita, Charlie Brown!")