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This one is not so bad at least there’s a theme in it…but a bit more rhythm and a shorter title, contralto darling? xD



Luciano Garbati
Medusa with the head of Perseus
2008 Florence

Come to see me
You will find my
Truth in the reflection…

Come to love me
I will have you
Suffer in perfection

There are days like today.
Where I’m so fed up when I stop working in the evening.
When I just snap at little things going wrong, screaming.
I don’t have the patience to prepare my customary cup of tea before dinner nor the desire to eat, and already I skipped lunch and breakfast, like a total moron.
I’m so primitively mad I have no regrets saying ‘Fuck you!’ to the world in general.
That’s when I put my phone on hold, close the door and make a dive for the bed, punching everything I can reach.
It’s childish but harmless.
I usually get up after that for a hot bath + washing my hair.
That doesn’t really help much but I usually feel human again.
These are the days without Ti.
I can’t help it, I tried.

He’s away a lot this days and I’m deprived of my favourite ray of sunshine.
He makes me happy, he makes me angry, he knows how and has the smile of an angel.

“I want the moon.”
“You sure, Fräulein?”

And what happens next?
There She is…on my nightstand…

Ti, you’re the best…❤

And fly me to the moon…
And let me play among the stars
Let me see what spring is like on Jupiter and Mars
In other words hold my hand
In other words darling kiss me…

Here I am, I’m the master of your destiny,
I am the one the only one, I am the god of kingdom come,
Gimme the prize, just gimme the prize,
Give me your kings, let me squeeze them in my hands,
Your puny princes
Your so-called leaders of your land,
I’ll eat them whole before I’m done,
The battle’s fought and the game is won,
I am the only one
I am the god of kingdom come,
Gimme the prize, just gimme the prize,
Move over, I said move over,
Hey, hey, hey clear the way
There’s no escape from my authority, I tell you
I am the one the only one, I am the god of kingdom come,
Gimme the prize, just gimme the prize,
I am the only one,
I am the god of kingdom come,
Gimme the prize.

Shall I talk?
Or will you whisper it?
The dreadful thing we have squeezed between us.
The mixture of seasons, your old and my new.
The smell of spicy tobacco I call aroma.
My kind of freedom you loathe when you can’t reach me and I finished all your favourites.
The long nights I spend driving and working.
The late dinners you cook just for one to be heated in the oven ‘not the microwave, you infidel!!’
The early Sunday mornings, starting the day with a shower for two, tumble and dry.
You trimming your beard, whistling your favourite pavane.
Me and my Twinings Tea.
You and your enormous shirts, as gigantic as your wardrobe really, and my silk scarves.
The lightbulb in the bathroom mirror you are too lazy to tight properly and irks me to death (note to self: bring needed tools).

Do you know the words for this Ti?
I shan’t say them.
I knew crushes and silly affections and stupidity.
I used to know broken dreams, flat promises and often no’s.
All the wrong sidestreets of naiveté I walked.
I don’t look to you as an older figure – a father figure the most cinical say, they watch so much and they become so blind – I look at you as Ti.
Never old in my eyes, not with that hungry glint you have.

I have no words but I know there’s no turnin’ back now, not after all this time.

And if there will be an end to this someday it will be worth it, glorious and ours for it won’t be a surprise but a choice.

As you said
“Love is a journey best appreciated in the company of two or more. Sunrise to sunset. No time is wasted when it fills the desires in your soul. Be grateful if you have found it.”

“To fall in love is easy, even to remain in it is not difficult; our human loneliness is cause enough. But it is a hard quest worth making to find a comrade through whose steady presence one becomes steadily the person one desires to be.” – Anna Louise Strong


Edit 13.43 pm: and my heart breaks at the news…oh we shall never hear your beatific voice again! Oh Montserrat! Sad is the day and darkest is this world! 😭

Avete presente di cosa parlo sì? xD

Mi ero totalmente dimenticata di quanto fosse importante per me questo concerto…sono cresciuta con Freddie che salta come un grillo e canta…

Ho starmato l’album live stasera per lavorare e mio Dio…non riesco a stare ferma cavolo….tra l’altro canto pure!

Mi vergogno ed allo stesso tempo non me ne frega un emerita cippa! YAY!

E normalmente i live non li voglio nemmeno ascoltare…a parte i Queen!!! ^^”

Edit: e mentre faccio headbang sullo sgabello totalmente presa e volume al massimo Ti  comes in the room, looks, smiles and shakes its head not commenting…good boy!


All that you touch
And all that you see
All that you taste
All you feel
And all that you love
And all that you hate
All you distrust
All you save
And all that you give
And all that you deal
And all that you buy
Beg, borrow or steal
And all you create
And all you destroy
And all that you do
And all that you say
And all that you eat
And everyone you meet (everyone you meet)
And all that you slight
And everyone you fight
And all that is now
And all that is gone
And all that’s to come
And everything under the sun is in tune
But the sun is eclipsed by the moon


Perché i nuovi pezzi di Lana del Rey non mi esaltano nemmeno un po’? 😦

Mi sembra di risentire una versione remixata di May Jailer…

Speriamo che ci siano tracce migliori sul disco perché l’imperitura adorazione che ho per Lust For Life e Ultraviolence sarà dura da eguagliare mi sa

Because there’s just ONE way to stay awake and finish all the late shit throught the night…

You play the album until your ears bleed and you’re burning to see one of the many sold-outs…

If only I was born a decade before!!! Goddammit!

Sing my darling sing!


Sono queste le notti che mi fanno sentire parte di qualcosa più grande del mio universo scribano.
Quando hai quella scintilla che parte dal cervello e si scontra con la tua corteccia cerebrale…allo stesso momento trovi la traccia perfetta.
Appena tre minuti e venti che non sono un’opera d’arte ma che ti regalano la chiave della chimica fra i tuoi due personaggi e quelli da mera bidimensione prendono forma e vita.
Occhi che si guardano e calcolano e pensano.

Stanotte ho trovato Linds, il Linds che ho sempre immaginato negli ultimi mesi ma senza mai metterlo a fuoco davvero.
Quello con certezze contrastanti e fame di ciò che non possiede più.
Il topo pronto a rischiare anche per perdere.
E’ da lui che si rispecchia Michelle.
Ed la giostra riparte per la gioia della Hermes che aveva perso quasi ogni speranza! LoL

Probabilmente non sono comprensibile ma vi assicuro che ho le idee molto, molto chiare.
Ho una moviola da urlo in testa e ci passerò la nottata per non perderne nemmeno un fotogramma…

Altro che messaggiatina serale con Ti.
Tanto non saprei proprio cosa dirgli dopo le geniali trovate di suo cugino ieri…
Il mio mondo và benissimo come rifugio almeno per stanotte.

Oh I pray!
I’ve been playing with my demons
And these nights are getting longer
I’ve keep running for you baby
And it’s eating me alive…

No-one stops my party!

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