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Titolo: cos'è questo pezzo?

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Damnation
When earth trembles under my feet, and the heart beats in every part of my
body, you are there to look at me as a demon that tightens me among its
hands. And when the strongest part of my mind becomes weak, oh! what a
damnation! I would like to see burning all of my fears. When the superior
part of myself becomes the lowest, oh! what a damnation! I would like to
tear the dark veil of my destiny. Sometimes I  feel the shade of myself run
away, going to protect you; its embrace is stronger than mine, its profile
is clean; it seems to be graven in the rock with a diamond chisel. And when
the sun flies more aloft it draws near telling me: "Pick her up! Don't you
see her? I see her, she's your queen, how many times I have to tell! Don't
wait tomorrow or it will be too late." You are in front of me and you don't
answer, you are in front of me but you don't answer. Every day is the same
and I don't know if  to melt me to her or to became a damned man that brings
the mark of the one that doesn't know himself and doesn't know how to
dominate him same! Yeah, there's a tigress that wants to take possession of
me, therefore I say: "Both you Good or Evil, don't try to overwhelm me,
'cause I know how to dominate you." But today as to the endless one, this
tigress has a magic power and her fingernails, her legs, they are stronger
and sharper than the swords of thousand warriors.  This way tears are blood
of one hundred wounds; to nothing my shade continuos to lick them telling me
"She loves you, do you look at her eyes, she's the strongest woman you have
ever seen, would she know how to betray you? How can she lie you? ".  But
the wound cries up to the night when the sun fades away.
Can't give a name
It's another day, a brighter day. I need to scream, but the wounds
disappeared and that's what my shade says: "Your love is too much tall for
the confidence that gives a name; and if you really have to speak, don't be
ashamed to speak stammering of it. This way speak and pronunce stammering:
<This is my good, this is what I love, so I entirely like it, so only by
this way I want that good for me>"
Limbs and ears tremble, they don't believe in what they feel. I walk among
the men as an alien trying to learn to pronounce, someone would know how to
help me? The ghost of myself laughs covering his teeth, and he says "When
your heart ripples full and powerful, similar to a river, benediction and
danger for those that live on its shores: this is the strength of your love.
When you have risen above from the praise and the reproach and your wish,
the wish of one that loves, wants to command on all the things: this is the
origin of your strength! Then you will listen to the new one roaring, that's
the sound of a new source" .
What's happening to me? Am I going crazy? Go away ghost, go away! Nobody
knows what I feel for her, not even you! Then do you speak of what? Come
back tomorrow and I will look you with the eyes of another man.
A crying call
Finally the day has passed and, for my fortune, it comes the night. And this
night I feel as a wolf running away from the flock, needing not to hunt
'cause he's not hungry. A solitary wolf therefore... Have you ever seen the
fangs of the solitary wolf? He means you: "Don't cover your heart with the
steel, I am a wild animal and for this I hate the iron and all these strange
human inventions! When you are so I feel you as asphalt that burns under my
legs. I can keep on racing but I don't find my food, the food that I like so
much; and so I lose my hunger, can a wolf eat the asphalt? Remove this steel
and become what you are, as a lake. If you throw a stone inside a lake, and
you launch it stronger, it sends back these concentric and fresh waves and
squirts. But I am a wolf and you cannot understand me. Leave me alone." This
way speaks the loneliness of the wolf. And how do your pride and your fear
speak? They roar strong as a lion, and you know that wolves don't love
lions. With tense and straightened hair they escape under the forest,
crawling and running they look for water and escape; the night brings their
howl. That's a crying call that cuts the shine of the moon.
The goodbye
No one excuse. Forget me, forgive me, destroy me. I don't feel anything,
only shivers; my skin doesn't breathe and the whole world falls around me.
Words, looks, sex, there is nothing more. Smiles, fun, fire, don't feel
anything: I'm a machine therefore my skin doesn't need to breathe. I want to
sleep but deeply I don't need it: the sleep of somebody who wants to forget
is for the weak while I want to suffer 'till the end, to bring me under zero
and to restart. I'm a machine, not a man, so forget me; please, forget me. I
am a machine, not a man, yet one temporary tear of yours is for me eternal
suffering. However, I pray you, forget me, I am a beast. I pray you, forget
me. And if a day you will have the opportunity of remembering only one of
the words I wrote you, or only one of those I've told you, or my kisses or
my mistakes, I pray you to forget everything, everything, everything. And I
will stay damned forever. 'Cause I won't never know how to forget you, so...
so goodbye.
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Per tutti sotto questo cielo, concepito il bello
Nasce il brutto
Fissato il bene
Prende forma il non-bene.
Del pari:essere e non essere si intercondizionano
Possibile e impossibile sono differenziazioni complementari
Grande e piccolo si caratterizzano a vicenda
L'alto si capovolge nel basso
Suono articolato e rumore s'integrano
"Prima" e "poi" si susseguono a circolo.
Così l'Uomo Reale
Permane nel non-agire
Insegna senza parlare
Dirige senza toccare
Forma senza appropriarsi
Compie senza fare
Essenzialmente: non risiedendo
Partecipa sempre
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For all at the bottom of this sky, conceived the beautiful one
The ugly one is born
Fixed the good
It takes form the evil.
So, for the same: to be and not to be are relationed
Possible and impossible are complementary differentiations
Great and small they are characterized each other
The tall one overturns in the lower part
Articulated sound and noise integrate 'em
"First" and "then" follow in circle.
By this way the Real Man
remains in to not-act
Teaches without speaking
Directs without touching
Form without appropriating
Completes without doing
Essentially: not residing
Always participates
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E' nella parte iniziale del "Tao Te Ching", di Lao-Tzu.
Loris.