watch me fallin, there's no real reason.
And fade out again..
Tre anni. Tre compagni di viaggio. Tre video.
Un'alba senza ritorno. Vedere la notte alla luce splendente delle 5 di una mattina scandinava. Non morire grazie ad attenzioni italosvedesi. Tack. Scoprire che tack può voler dire anche, semplicemente, si'. Relativismo. Viaggio su Marte. Viaggio con Marte. Dio della guerra? No. Messaggi cifrati. Scoprire i luoghi proibiti da un tuffo sull'asfalto. Morire per un'istante. Lago di sangue. Gridare dal dolore. Scena pulp. La telecamera si allontana arrotandosi in spirale verso l'alto sulla scena del delitto. Un diaframma si frantuma. Memoria vivida altrui, coma e amnesia mia. Combattere per la vita. Parola negata per dover scoprire linguaggi di comunicazione alternativi alla parola. Per poter respirare. Sapere ancora ridere del dolore. Ritrovare la speranza. Cercare compulsivamente coincidenze nell'imperversare degli eventi del mondo. Smettere di avere incubi. Tornare ad avere incubi. Scavarsi dentro, again and again. Continua ricerca dell'equilibrio negato. Riscoprire il senso della pieta'. Essere traditi. Non sapere come reagire alla tragedia di un amico volato da un auto. Commemorare quel giorno ossessivamente. Puerile desiderio di egocentrismo da ammalato.
Trarre arte dalla tragedia umana. Cinica, spietata, ma sofferta.
At least I still have a soul. Piangere per la prima volta alla malattia ed alla morte. Il 5 dicembre. Non capire tuttora il senso della vita.
Voglia di scappare, tornare, sapere, vedere. Ringraziare del dolore ricevuto. Amare. Vivere con la data di scadenza.
Glad to be here, with you.
We hope you enjoyed your stay,
It’s good to have you with us, even if it’s just for the day.
Outside the sun is shining, seems like heaven ain’t far away.
10 agosto 2006, hudiksvall (Svezia)
dedicato alle persone conosciute ad Uppsala
We hope you enjoyed your stay,
It’s good to have you with us, even if it’s just for the day.
Outside the sun is shining, seems like heaven ain’t far away.
10 agosto 2006, hudiksvall (Svezia)
dedicato alle persone conosciute ad Uppsala
(ENGLISH VERSION)
Three years. Three travel buddies. Three videos.
Sunrise without sunset. Seeing the light shining at scandinavian 5 a.m. Not dying thanks to italian-swedish care. Tack. Having discovered that tack may mean also a simple "yes". Relativism. A trip to Mars. A trip with Mars. The War God? No. Coded messages. Having discovered prohibit places from a plunge to the pavement. Being dead for a while. A blood lake. A shout of pain. The Pulp scene. The camera is coiling away towards the scene of crime. A diaphragm crashes. Others' vivid memories. My coma and my amnesia. A Fight for life.
Denied word just to discover different ways of communication from words. To be able to breathe. Still being able to smile at pain. Finding hope again. Obsessive search of coincidences in running events of the world.
Not having nightmares anymore. Having nightmares again. Digging inside yourself, encore une fois, encore une fois. A continuous search of denied balance. Rediscovering the sense of mercy. Being betrayed. Not knowing how to face a tragedy of a friend blown off from a car. An obsessive commemoration of that day.
A sick childish desire of egocentrism.
Drawing art from the human tragedy. Cynical, ruthless, but suffered.
At least I still have a soul. Crying for the first time because of illness and death. December 5. Not understanding the sense of life still now. A desire to escape, to come back, to understand, to see. Being grateful for prescribed pain.
Loving. Living with a deadline.
Sunrise without sunset. Seeing the light shining at scandinavian 5 a.m. Not dying thanks to italian-swedish care. Tack. Having discovered that tack may mean also a simple "yes". Relativism. A trip to Mars. A trip with Mars. The War God? No. Coded messages. Having discovered prohibit places from a plunge to the pavement. Being dead for a while. A blood lake. A shout of pain. The Pulp scene. The camera is coiling away towards the scene of crime. A diaphragm crashes. Others' vivid memories. My coma and my amnesia. A Fight for life.
Denied word just to discover different ways of communication from words. To be able to breathe. Still being able to smile at pain. Finding hope again. Obsessive search of coincidences in running events of the world.
Not having nightmares anymore. Having nightmares again. Digging inside yourself, encore une fois, encore une fois. A continuous search of denied balance. Rediscovering the sense of mercy. Being betrayed. Not knowing how to face a tragedy of a friend blown off from a car. An obsessive commemoration of that day.
A sick childish desire of egocentrism.
Drawing art from the human tragedy. Cynical, ruthless, but suffered.
At least I still have a soul. Crying for the first time because of illness and death. December 5. Not understanding the sense of life still now. A desire to escape, to come back, to understand, to see. Being grateful for prescribed pain.
Loving. Living with a deadline.
Glad to be here, with you.
We hope you enjoyed your stay,
It’s good to have you with us, even if it’s just for the day.
Outside the sun is shining, seems like heaven ain’t far away.
August 10 2006, Hudiksvall, Sweden
To all people really known in Uppsala
We hope you enjoyed your stay,
It’s good to have you with us, even if it’s just for the day.
Outside the sun is shining, seems like heaven ain’t far away.
August 10 2006, Hudiksvall, Sweden
To all people really known in Uppsala
