“It's you, you've gotta believe. | There's no one in there to deceive. | Turn you back to the wall, | walk tall, you've gotta believe. | There's no one in there to deceive, but you. (da It's You, You've Gotta Believe, n. 6)”

“There's no reason for you to love me | after all of the heartaches we've been through. | But I love you, I just can't help it. | You're so beautiful, what else shall I do? | You say you didn't make me love you | and you tell me that you're not to blame. | But it still hurt me the same. | Darling, love is not a game. | 'Cause it hurts, oh. | It hurts, yeah. (da It Hurts, n. 3)”

Greg Lake (1947–2016) chitarrista, bassista e cantante britannico

Greg Lake

“Adesso vi devo dire qualcosa di molto importante, è difficile essere un vero Manowar. I nemici del vero metal in passato hanno cercato di eliminarci in ogni modo. Credetemi, questa è la verità. Devo dire qualcosa a quei bastard, devo dirlo ora. You, fuck you, fuck off, fuck yourself e morte die. Come on, come on, come on. Noi, non vi abbandoneremo mai. Messieurs all togheter, we come back to Italy for the Monsters of Rock. Will you be there? Will you be there? Are you with us? Fuck the world, hail to Italy.”

Joey DeMaio (1954) bassista statunitense

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“I was a fool tonight. | Ooh, I should've seen the light, | 'cause you were too young to be loved. | I should've turned away | though you were begging me to stay, | 'cause you were too young to be loved. (da Too Young to Love, n. 2)”

Greg Lake (1947–2016) chitarrista, bassista e cantante britannico

Manoeuvres

“Ain't it strange, when I appear you run for cover? | And, when I look into your eyes, what do I see? | Have our love dreams flown away from one another? | Darling, don't stop loving me. | No, I never meant to full your dreams with heartaches, | or to send your true love crashing to the floor. | But, sometimes, thing just work out real crazy. | Oh baby, don't you love me anymore? | Don't you love me? | Don't you love me anymore? (da Black and Blue, n. 4)”

Greg Lake (1947–2016) chitarrista, bassista e cantante britannico

Greg Lake

“We cannot excuse you | for your behaviour, | the great China, | the divine empire, | has fallen into dishonour. | Politicians kill the monks, | refusing to listen and to reason. | Keep your hands off Tibet now.”

Franco Battiato (1945) musicista, cantautore e regista italiano

da Tibet, n. 9
Inneres Auge – Il tutto è più della somma delle sue parti

Questa traduzione è in attesa di revisione. È corretto?

“Nota: 1960s, "Specific Objects," 1965, Context: A work needs only to be interesting. Most works finally have one quality. In earlier art the complexity was displayed and built the quality. In recent painting the complexity was in the format and the few main shapes, which had been made according to various interests and problems. A painting by Newman is finally no simpler than one by Cezanne. In the three-dimensional work the whole thing is made according to complex purposes, and these are not scattered but asserted by one form. It isn't necessary for a work to have a lot of things to look at, to compare, to analyze one by one, to contemplate. The thing as a whole, its quality as a whole, is what is interesting. The main things are alone and are more intense, clear and powerful. p. 77. Partly quoted in: Washington Gallery of Modern Art (Washington, D.C.), ‎Barbara Rose (1967) New aesthetic: Exhibition May 6-June 25, 1967. p. 45

Origine: https://le-citazioni.it/community/translations/188146/”

Donald Judd (1928–1994) artista statunitense

“Words And Words

Among the folds of listening
the misunderstood opens chasms
in silences filled with unease,
your glances branch out ancient memories on the windowsill
of life written
in my pages
still virginal,
timid to reveal
to my heart,
reflected in yours so sincere
that it still nourishes barefoot hopes
on paths of non-extinction.
Slowly dance and press on
words and words
chasing breaths
of suspended moments
in my friendly arm,
that gathers pauses
setting tears
thirsty for love,
I gently kiss one
on your beautiful rosy face
savoring the candor
of its melancholy
cradled not for me!
I smile at you, dim,
letting myself sink
into my unconfessed error
of loving you in shadow
again and again,
and like a fugitive I avoid
entering into you
into your ebony eyes
blind and deep
like unexplored galaxies.
Scent of brugmansia
draws wonder
on your lament
full of nostalgia
untying you from its ribbons
that hold back
your gray rhymes.
Now you smile sighing
with your beloved flowers,
those angel trumpets
that resemble
your moods
of pedunculate words
set on the pavement
of rejected naked reality,
but among them
I see the most beautiful flower,
most splendid and imposing,
uncultivated innocent beauty
that gathered in my hands
is always you giving
dazzling emotions
of authentic certainties,
in that rare uniqueness
that gives life
to your loving gaze,
that everything for me
I would have wanted it to be,
to smile with you in love.

Laura Lapietra ©”

Laura Lapietra

“Words And Words

Among the folds of listening
the misunderstood opens chasms
in silences filled with unease,
your glances branch out ancient memories on the windowsill
of life written
in my pages
still virginal,
timid to reveal
to my heart,
reflected in yours so sincere
that it still nourishes barefoot hopes
on paths of non-extinction.
Slowly dance and press on
words and words
chasing breaths
of suspended moments
in my friendly arm,
that gathers pauses
setting tears
thirsty for love,
I gently kiss one
on your beautiful rosy face
savoring the candor
of its melancholy
cradled not for me!
I smile at you, dim,
letting myself sink
into my unconfessed error
of loving you in shadow
again and again,
and like a fugitive I avoid
entering into you
into your ebony eyes
blind and deep
like unexplored galaxies.
Scent of brugmansia
draws wonder
on your lament
full of nostalgia
untying you from its ribbons
that hold back
your gray rhymes.
Now you smile sighing
with your beloved flowers,
those angel trumpets
that resemble
your moods
of pedunculate words
set on the pavement
of rejected naked reality,
but among them
I see the most beautiful flower,
most splendid and imposing,
uncultivated innocent beauty
that gathered in my hands
is always you giving
dazzling emotions
of authentic certainties,
in that rare uniqueness
that gives life
to your loving gaze,
that everything for me
I would have wanted it to be,
to smile with you in love.

Laura Lapietra ©”

Laura Lapietra

“But no one came. Because no one ever does.”

Thomas Hardy libro Jude l'Oscuro

Jude the Obscure

“No Time No Space, | another race of vibrations, | the sea of the simulation, | keep your feelings in memories, | I love you especially tonight.”

Franco Battiato (1945) musicista, cantautore e regista italiano

da No Time No Space
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