NeverWhere

amen.

burying me softly in this womb

Burying me softly in this womb
I give this part of me for you
Sand rains down and here I sit
Holding rare flowers
In her tomb...

Down in a hole and I don't know if I can be saved
See my heart I've decorated like a grave
You don't understand who they thought I was supposed to be
Look at me now a man who won't let himself be

Down in a hole, feeling so small
Down in a hole, losing my soul
I'd like to fly,
But my wings have been so denied

Down in a hole and they've put all the stones in their place
I've eaten the sun so my tongue has been burned of the taste
I have been guilty of kicking myself in the teeth
I will not speak no more of my feelings beneath

Down in a hole, feeling so small
Down in a hole, losing my soul
I'd like to fly,
But my wings have been so denied

Bury me softly in this womb
(Oh I want to be inside of you)
I give this part of me for you
(Oh I want to be inside of you)
Sand rains down and here I sit
Holding rare flowers (Oh I want to be inside of you)
In her tomb
Oh I want to be inside...

Down in a hole, feeling so small
Down in a hole, losing my soul
Down in a hole, feeling so small
Down in a hole, out of control
I'd like to fly
But my wings have been so denied

Le Memorie dello Squalo

Ludoviciano...vi seguirà ovunque, non vi lascierà scampo finchè non avrà esaudito il suo desiderio, ovvero portare a termine la vostra esistenza.
Esistenza, una parola che racchiude tutto, un significato profondo tanto quanto l'abisso, quel posto dove vive ogni tipo di pesce concettuale; si spostano tra i flussi di coscenza, per difendersi da tali esseri bisogna escogitare l'impossibile.
Immaginate di risveglarvi un giorno, dove ricordate soltanto di dover respirare e, per vostra fortuna, avete ancora il dono di sapere esprimervi e comprendere un linguaggio, solo questo.
Suvvia, incamminatevi, seguite le orme del primo Eric Sanderson.

Le Memorie dello Squalo - Steven Hall

Enoch

Morrigan

nuovi sintomi in arrivo,
nuove idee...

Morrigan, tra le linee...

Illusioni

Senz'ombra di dubbio certi concetti non possono essere narrati, vanno contestualizzati, per lasciarli poi emergere da se, uno ad uno.
Donald è il Messia o semplicemente un uomo, un umano, che ha inteso il proprio percorso "diversamente" da altri?
Non serve dare una risposta a questa domanda, Bach infonde questo "sapere" come nessuno mai.
Tutto è condizionato da tutto, noi agiamo su tutto e tutto agisce su noi, quindi, seppur irrilevante, per logica questo scritto può creare un cambiamento...o è solo l'illusione che sia così?

"Imparare significa scoprire quello che già sai"

Richard Bach, Illusioni, 1979.

Enoch.

the Sun is Gone

I hear the whispers, baby
If what they say is true
They say I killed the brother
To fall in love with u

These words I heard them once before
A conversation I believe
How does a man begin 2 fall
When he does practice 2 deceive?
There was a voice behind my back
His face I could not see it clear
The voice was so familiar, though
I knew my enemy was near

The sun is gone
And the sky iz black
So get your ass out from
Behind my back
I told u once
And I told u all
And I told it like it was (sic)

U can't
Have me
If u can't
Catch me
Out of your mind bent on revenge
To think I once called u my friend
U want the dog? I'll let him out
Come and get some baby

One Last............

How I needed you
How I grieve now you're gone
In my dreams I see you
I awake so alone

I know you didn't want to leave
Your heart yearned to stay
But the strength I always loved in you
Finally gave way

Somehow I knew you would leave me this way
Somehow I knew you could never.. never stay
And in the early morning light
After a silent peaceful night
You took my heart away
And I grieve

In my dreams I can see you
I can tell you how I feel
In my dreams I can hold you
And it feels so real

I still feel the pain
I still feel your love
I still feel the pain
I still feel your love

And somehow I knew you could never, never stay
And somehow I knew you would leave me
And in the early morning light
After a Silent peaceful night
You took my heart away
I wished, I wished you could have stayed

è un periodo di trasizione,
e lo è da un pò ormai...
tra pochi mesi il tutto finirà,
tante situazioni muteranno,
illuminerò la via...