Thursday, April 13, 2006

this is my last post

Coin-operated Girl's has come to an end.
Every necessary thing has been said or shown, and some have accepted to talk about them.

Now it's time to reset ideas and emotions waiting for something new to start with again.

So, let's take our leave and stay sure we will meet somewhere again.

Thank you everybody for taking an interest in it and contributing.

Special thanks to The Dresden Dolls pop group whose fantastic song Coin-operated boy has inspired me.



goodbye and hello


mycosysafe

a song which has meant a lot to me

The Rolling Stones

MOONLIGHT MILE




(M. Jagger/K. Richards)
When the wind blows and the rain feels cold
With a head full of snow
With a head full of snow
In the window there's a face you know
Don't the nights pass slow
Don't the nights pass slow
The sound of strangers sending nothing to my mind
Just another mad mad day on the road
I am just living to be dying by your side
But I'm just about a moonlight mile on down the road
Made a rag pile of my shiny clothes
Gonna warm my bones
Gonna warm my bones
I got silence on my radio
Let the air waves flow
Let the air waves flow
Oh I'm sleeping under strange strange skies
Just another mad mad day on the road
My dreams is fading down the railway line
I'm just about a moonlight mile down the road
I'm hiding sister and I'm dreaming
I'm riding down your moonlight mile
I'm hiding baby and I'm dreaming
I'm riding down your moonlight mile
I'm riding down you moonlight mile
Let it go now, come on up babe
Yeah, let it go now
Yeah, flow now baby
Yeah move on now yeahYeah, I'm coming home'Cause, I
'm just about a moonlight mile on down the roadDown the road, down the road

Martin Buber,the Jewish philosopher, theologian, bible translator

every journey has a secret destination which the passenger is unaware of.
Martin Buber

Wednesday, April 12, 2006

Emily Dickinson

J 1119 (1868) / F 1144 (1868)

Paradise is that old mansion
Many owned before -Occupied by each an instant
Then reversed the Door -Bliss is frugal of her Leases
Adam taught her Thrift
Bankrupt once through his excesses -











Il Paradiso è quella vecchia dimora
Da molti posseduta prima -Occupata da ciascuno un istante
Poi si richiuse la Porta -La Felicità è frugale negli Affitti
Adamo le insegnò la Parsimonia
Una volta in bancarotta per i suoi eccessi -


chosen by mycosysafe

Friday, April 07, 2006

Pier(ino)'s pic



Polignano A Mare

Wednesday, April 05, 2006

the role of desolation after destruction


mourning is of no religion or country
but it is relevant to human race

have you ever thought about the purpose that war serve?
after killing thousands and leaving millions homeless
after pulling down historic buildings
after destroying centuries of culture and human achievements
after wiping out museums, churches,emotions and hope
its only purpose has to be that of intentionally preventing human,historic
and social development.

Monday, April 03, 2006

Photo by Pier(ino)

Sunday, April 02, 2006

yours or ours?