I found this photo here
Ok: that so dear friend told me something about another meaning of the word “dew” in Japanese language.
I wrote this stuff for that friend …
You were smile of the dew
upon green winter grass
You were light happy rain
in my spring among nights
You were dream in my life
that runs fast toward death.
That’s my sin: to be there
empty mask withouth flesh
February, 1st 2018
On the radio, work by Karma Weymann
She is lost in a sad radio sound
lovely girl, young pale skin without shame
maybe thinking at something as blame
maybe waiting for someone as bound
She is lost in a past radio sound
looking at somewhere, when she had claim
to be happy, alive, when her aim
was to be owned, taken, so wound
She is lost in a love as a bound
stockings are as red passion, as flame
her chest needs to be handled: the frame
of a lost true big love never found
I am lost in a sweet dream, a song
from the past, lovely friend with no shame,
I am thinking to you as a flame.
We could think to be love, to be bound
We were lost in a sad radio sound.
I could not more be lie in a frame
where now each thing is changing to pain.
I want that you be happy and not wrong
SL, Blacklabel Exhibition, January, 27-28th 2018
Photo by J.B., 2018
This stuff can be considered my own version of some verses
red in a beautiful poem by Marina Raccanelli, where she writes in Italian
ora che il vento ci spinge
verso incroci sbagliati
sentieri senza biforcazioni
now when the wind drives us
toward wrong crossroads
paths without junctions
Marina shares her poem just when I am in a wrong crossroad, so her words move me so much …
Thank you Marina and forgive me that stole your words!
Silly wind of emotion led us
to the peace of impossible land
whilst we lost reason and real things
The same wind now drives us toward there,
to wrong crossroads, mad paths, where we don’t
see nor junctions nor truth nor ourselves
There, where our emotion is dead
as a bird hurled against the glass,
where the window is closing our dream
Here now only there’s silence and fog.
January, 29th 2018
I’m not able to work today. I always control my mail and your blog.
My soul is emplty, full of fog.
My eyes are wet.
My heart is somewhere, lost, painful.
I was so selfish and so cruel to you: I was your evil. I knew it.
I did it anyhow.
In my language, it’s a mortal sin.
I built your evil. I hurt you.
Let me dedicate to you this song by Vasco Rossi, sang by Fiorella Mannoia.
That’s my bad translation of the lyric.
Sally walks on the street even without
looking at the ground
Sally is a woman who no longer wants
to make war
Sally has suffered too much
Sally has already seen what
can collapse upon her
Sally was already punished
for each distraction and weakness
for each honest caress
given just to not feel bitterness
Feel that it’s raining outdoor
feel its so nice noise
Sally walks on the road and she’s firm
thinking about nothing
by now she looks at the people
with indifferent manner
those moments when a glance moved upsets
and when life was easier
and strawberries could also be eaten are far away
because life is a shiver that flies away
it’s all a balance around the madness
around the madness
Feel that it’s raining outdoor
feel its so nice noise
Yet, Sally, maybe is just this the sense, the sense
of your wandering
maybe really we must feel ourselves
a little bad at the end
maybe at the end of this sad story
someone will find his courage
to face the sense of guilt
and delete them off from this trip
to really live each instant
and every its upset
as it were the last one
Sally walks on the road with light steps
now it is evening
the streetlights lights up
all the people run to home in front of their televisions
and a seed comes into her mind
maybe her life was not completely lost
maybe something was saved
maybe really not everything was wrong
maybe it was right so
maybe, maybe yes
What do you want I tell you?
feel that so nice noise
I’m sorry, but I had to work a lot in the last days, and I was lucky to have the Xmas holiday to close an important project.
So, I could not share here my stuff each saturday, as I try to do from years.
Yet, now, I’m back again and I hope you will se soon my silly thoughts here, again!
I wish you all the best in this new year. I am so grateful to this blog that allows me to meet a lot of so clever and interesting people all around the world!
Judy, January, 15th 2018
Luca Signorelli, The damned, Orvieto Cathedral
In the 2017 edition of 2lei, SL event for the elimination of violence against the women, there was also a work based on my texts. This is the machinima made by Marissa during the event.
I’m sorry because today exists only the Italian version.
I am proud for this work and also touched for the beautiful readings and interpretations of Ortensia, Exantia and Eloisa: three friends and three women.
I am grateful to Elettra, who asked me to write this text, and to Terry, who built the staghe design.
I am especially grateful to my friend Kristine, who understood the true meaning of my texts before than I did.
And, of course: Lemonodo! Thank you very much!
Oh! if you want to see a not so bad translation, as Lemonodo told me, you can click the “subtitles” button, in the right bottom side of the youtube window. Then, select “English” in the settings!
The wrong way, by Kristine Blackadder
When last week Kristine showed me her last machinima, with herself as protagonist, the first impact was a strong emotion, anyway, and saw in it powerfully expressed the wish to be, the desire to be free.
She had and showed both an almost dreamlike version and an ordinary (“real”) one; in the last she wears her usual black dresses; the two Kristine mix each the other and perhaps the dreamlike and totally free one at a certain point seems to get the upper hand over the reality, but anyone, if alone, is able to jump with a force enough to reach a really high altitude and so we fall down again into our sad and usual custom.
Above all, no dream, no matter if it’s a magnificent one, helps us to walk the road toward our happiness.
Kristine, that’s what I understand seeing your movie… please! Forgive me if I am wrong and see only my own reflections.