ERA LA ROUTE

• 2011-11-22

  Mi sto spegnendo. Lentamente. Rimarrà poco, forse solo puzza di cera.

• 2011-11-02

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  Evangelos Odysseas Papathanassiou - Who
  from “Who/Sad face EP” (1974)

  Ooh I like the way that you [dive,jive]
  Or you turn me on [when /what] deep
  Or you turn me on when you [dive/die]
  I dig you who
  Say who taught you how to [dig / deep / tease]
  Or you really not had to [die]
  Or you really know how to [deep]
  Or you make me really feel like dying
  I dig you who
  Ooh I like the way that you [dig / tease / deep]
  Ooh I like the way that you [down/ dig / deep]
  Ooh you’ve got a way of [dig / tea]
  I’m just crazy by the way that you [die,dive]
  I dig you who

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• 2011-10-17

  

  Le grand voyage d’Ulysse, Françoise Rachmuhl et Charlotte Gastaut (2009)

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  Penelope

  In the pathway of the sun,
  In the footsteps of the breeze,
  Where the world and sky are one,
  He shall ride the silver seas,
  He shall cut the glittering wave.
  I shall sit at home, and rock;
  Rise, to heed a neighbor’s knock;
  Brew my tea, and snip my thread;
  Bleach the linen for my bed.
  They will call him brave.

  Dorothy Parker

  Source: jordanem

• 2011-10-14

  

  belladomus: Ithaca

  Source: belladomus

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  Claudio Scozzafava — Exaudiam vocem maris

  Source: ilviaggiodiulisse

• 2011-10-08

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  Keaton Henson - Charon
  from “Dear” (2010)

  And It seems as though
  I’m on my own
  And time transcends, oh!
  And it seems I speak
  like waters leak
  And I’m losing friends, oh!
  And there’ll be coins on my eyes
  There’ll be coins on my eyes
  To pay Charon
  before I let you near my son
  And I don’t feel well
  oh, couldn’t you tell,
  from the way I touch my face?
  My thoughts are low
  And I cannot grow
  In this small space, oh!
  But there’ll be coins on my eyes
  There’ll be coins on my eyes
  To pay Charon,
  before I let you near my son
  And I ain’t no,
  And I ain’t no,
  And I ain’t no Hercules
  I ain’t no Hercules

  Source: nomadismo

• 2011-10-06

  I am a part of all that I have met

  — Alfred Tennyson, from Ulysses (1833)

  Source: julieandkat

• 2011-10-04

  Hood - Boer Farmstead
  from “Rustic Houses, Forlorn Valleys”  (1998)

• 2011-10-02

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  Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Into My Arms
  from “The Boatman’s Call” (1997)

  I don’t believe in an interventionist God but I know, darling, that you do 
  But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him not to intervene when it came to you 
  Not to touch a hair on your head, to leave you as you are 
  And if He felt He had to direct you, then direct you into my arms 
  Into my arms, Oh Lord, into my arms 
  And I don’t believe in the existence of angels but looking at you I wonder if that’s true 
  But if I did I would summon them together and ask them to watch over you 
  To each burn a candle for you, to make bright and clear your path 
  And to walk, like Christ, in grace and love and guide you into my arms 
  Into my arms, Oh Lord, into my arms 
  And I believe in Love and I know that you do too 
  And I believe in some kind of path that we can walk down, me and you 
  So keep your candlew burning and make her journey bright and pure 
  That she will keep returning always and evermore 
  Into my arms, Oh Lord, into my arms

  [dedicated to my parents]

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  Source: cargohoo

• 2011-10-01

  

  Gérard de Lairesse, Odysseus and Calypso (1679)

  Source: phassa

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  A veces, en octubre, es lo que pasa…

  Cuando nada sucede,
  y el verano se ha ido,
  y las hojas comienzan a caer de los árboles,
  y el frío oxida el borde de los ríos
  y hace más lento el curso de las aguas;
  
  cuando el cielo parece un mar violento,
  y los pájaros cambian de paisaje,
  y las palabras se oyen cada vez más lejanas,
  como susurros que dispersa el viento;
  
  entonces,
  ya se sabe,
  es lo que pasa:
  
  esas hojas, los pájaros, las nubes,
  las palabras dispersas y los ríos,
  nos llenan de inquietud súbitamente
  y de desesperanza.
  
  No busquéis el motivo en vuestros corazones.
  Tan sólo es lo que dije:
  lo que pasa.
  
  Ángel González 

  (via tinypoems)

  Source: azurea

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  Hans Bellmer, Les jeux de la Poupée (1935-1938)

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  Lake od Kleifarvatn in Reikjanes peninsula, Iceland

  (via pouretrebelle)

  Source: flickr.com