Massi trachitici - Soriano nel Cimino (VT)

Down from the ceiling leaks a great noise
It drips on my head through a hole in the roof
Behind these two hills here there’s a pool
And when I’m swimming in through a tunnel
I shut my eyes inside the cupboard
I make sounds and through the tubes I send this noise
Behind these two hill here I fall asleep
And when I’m floating green grass of tunnel
It flows back down from the ceiling, leaks a great noise
It drips on my head through a hole in the roof
Behind these two hills here there’s a pool
And when I’m swimming in through a tunnel I shut my eyes

Green grass of tunnel, Múm   2002

(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l5hBkQT3-C8&feature=fvst)

Saban Kaptan Cami - Istanbul

These people from elsewhere around the world were shocked. As Muslims, they had a very tender heart for all unfortunates, and very sensitive feelings for truth and justice. And in everything I said to them, as long as we talked, they were aware of the yardstick that I was using to measure everything—that to me the earth’s most explosive and pernicious evil is racism, the inability of God’s creatures to live as One, especially in the Western world.

London - U.K.

Nothing is real, but everything is.  I have only my perception to 
determine what reality is, and in here that perception is so vivid it 
makes up for my lost senses

Marabou Stork Nightmares, Irvine Welsh  1995

Paragliding - KKTC

Merlino_     Mi spiace, ragazzo. Mi spiace di aver rovinato tutto. So che quel viaggio a Londra significava molto per te.

Semola_     Oh, non è colpa tua. Non avrei dovuto rispondere male, adesso sono proprio sistemato.

Merlino_    Oh no, sei in una magnifica posizione. Non puoi scendere più in basso di così. Puoi soltanto salire

Semola_     Vorrei sapere come

Merlino_    Anacleto… hai visto quel modello di macchina volante?

Anacleto_  Non voglio aver niente a che fare con i tuoi pastrocchi futuristici, lo sai!

Semola_    Che è quella cosa laggiù?

Merlino_   Oh si, naturalmente, eccolo qua

Semola_    Vuoi dire che l’uomo volerà un giorno?

Anacleto_  Se l’uomo fosse stato creato per volare sarebbe nato con le ali.

Merlino_    Sto per dimostrare il contrario, Anacleto, se ti degnerai di osservare. Eccolo che parte. Oh no no no no

Anacleto_   L’uomo volerà eccome. Come un pezzo di piombo. AHAHHAHHAHAHHHHAHHHAHHHA!!!!

Merlino_     Un giorno l’uomo volerà. Io ci sono stato

Semola_     Ho sempre sognato di volare. È il mio sogno preferito. Ohh sono un uccello, un uccello.

Merlino_    Piano ragazzo, non così in fretta, è meglio che io ti spieghi prima la meccanica dell’ala. Queste penne lunghe si chiamano primarie.

Anacleto_  Si può sapere da quando in qua sai tutto sulle ali degli uccelli?

Merlino_   Ho fatto studi approfonditi sull’argomento

Anacleto_  Bene, si da il caso che io sia un uccello

Merlino_  Va bene signor saputone, l’allievo è tuo!

Anacleto_  Il miglior modo per imparare è la pratica. E visto che siamo piuttosto in alto, cominceremo con una planata. Apri le ali, sventola la coda, 1 2 3 ed ora viaaaaaa!!

La spada nella roccia, Wolfgang Reitherman  1963

London - United Kingdom

Take me out tonight
Because I want to see people 
And I want to see life
Driving in your car
Oh, please don’t drop me home
Because it’s not my home, it’s their home
And I’m welcome no more

And if a double-decker bus
Crashes into us
To die by your side
Is such a heavenly way to die
And if a ten-ton truck
Kills the both of us
To die by your side
Well, the pleasure, the privilege is mine

Take me out tonight
Take me anywhere
I don’t care, I don’t care, I don’t care

There is a light that never goes out,  The Smiths  1986

Home brewing

Buy me a Beck’s beer or pass me a bong
Gimme some bushmills I’ll sing you this song
Open another big box of cheap wine
We’re over 30 we’re doin’ just fine

Theme from a NOFX album - NOFX    2000

Parco naturale Paneveggio Pale di San Martino - Trento

Tom Creo: What are you doing here? 
Izzi: Take a walk with me. 
Tom Creo: I have too much work. 
Izzi: It’s the first snow, we always… 
Tom Creo: [interrupting] They’re waiting on me. 
Izzi: Come on Tommy… 
Tom Creo: Please, Izzi! 
[softens] 
Tom Creo: I’m sorry. I am. 
[Izzi walks out] 
Tom Creo: I’ll see you tonight, OK? 

 

The fountain - Darren Aronofsky 2006

Across Sweden

It is a strange thing to come home. While yet on the journey, you cannot at all realize how strange it will be.

Selma Lagerlöf

Malmö - Sweden

I can see your eyes turn blue
I can see the weather changing you.
Cold summers, one after the other,
got old fast, grew tired of each other.

Cold Summer - Seabear

(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IZI5xUDElgk)

København -Denmark

tlapa           powder snow
tlacringit      snow that is crusted on the surface
kayi            drifting snow
tlapat          still snow
klin            remembered snow
naklin          forgotten snow
tlamo           snow that falls in large wet flakes
tlatim          snow that falls in small flakes
tlaslo          snow that falls slowly
tlapinti        snow that falls quickly
kripya          snow that has melted and refrozen
tliyel          snow that has been marked by wolves
tliyelin        snow that has been marked by Eskimos
blotla          blowing snow
pactla          snow that has been packed down
hiryla          snow in beards
wa-ter          melted snow
tlayinq         snow mixed with mud
quinaya         snow mixed with Husky shit
quinyaya        snow mixed with the shit of a lead dog
slimtla         snow that is crusted on top but soft underneath
kriplyana       snow that looks blue in the early morning
puntla          a mouthful of snow because you fibbed
allatla         baked snow
fritla          fried snow
gristla         deep fried snow
MacTla          snow burgers
jatla           snow between your fingers or toes, or in groin-folds
dinliltla       little balls of snow that cling to Husky fur
sulitlana       green snow
mentlana        pink snow
tidtla          snow used for cleaning
ertla           snow used by Eskimo teenagers for exquisite erotic rituals
kriyantli       snow bricks
hahatla         small packages of snow given as gag gifts
semtla          partially melted snow
ontla           snow on objects
intla           snow that has drifted indoors
shlim           slush
warintla        snow used to make Eskimo daiquiris
mextla          snow used to make Eskimo Margaritas
penstla         the idea of snow
mortla          snow mounded on dead bodies
ylaipi          tomorrow's snow
nylaipin        the snows of yesteryear ("neiges d'antan")
pritla          our children's snow
nootlin         snow that doesn't stick
rotlana         quickly accumulating snow
skriniya        snow that never reaches the ground
bluwid          snow that's shaken down from objects in the wind
tlanid          snow that's shaken down and then mixes with sky-falling snow
ever-tla        a spirit made from mashed fermented snow,
		popular among Eskimo men
talini          snow angels
priyakli        snow that looks like it's falling upward
chiup           snow that makes halos
blontla         snow that's shaken off in the mudroom
tlalman         snow sold to German tourists
tlalam          snow sold to American tourists
tlanip          snow sold to Japanese tourists
protla          snow packed around caribou meat
attla           snow that as it falls seems to create nice pictures
		in the air
sotla           snow sparkling with sunlight
tlun            snow sparkling with moonlight
astrila         snow sparkling with starlight
clim            snow sparkling with flashlight or headlight
tlapi           summer snow
krikaya         snow mixed with breath
ashtla          expected snow that's wagered on (depth, size of flakes)
huantla         special snow rolled into "snow reefers" and smoked
		by wild Eskimo youth
tla-na-na       snow mixed with the sound of old rock and roll
		from a portable radio
depptla         a small snowball, preserved in Lucite, that had been handled
		by Johnny Depp
trinkyi         first snow of the year
tronkyin        last snow of the year
shiya           snow at dawn
katiyana        night snow
tlinro          snow vapor
nyik            snow with flakes of widely varying size
ragnitla        two snowfalls at once, creating moire patterns
akitla          snow falling on water
privtla         snow melting in the spring rain
chahatlin       snow that makes a sizzling sound as it falls on water
hootlin         snow that makes a hissing sound as the
		individual flakes brush
geltla          snow dollars
briktla         good building snow
striktla        snow that's no good for building
erolinyat       snow drifts containing the imprint of crazy lovers
chachat         swirling snow that drives you nuts
krotla          snow that blinds you
tlarin          snow that can be sculpted into the delicate corsages
		Eskimo girls pin to their whale parkas at prom time
motla           snow in the mouth
sotla           snow in the south
maxtla          snow that hides the whole village
tlayopi         snow drifts you fall into and die
truyi           avalanche of snow
tlapripta       snow that burns your scalp and eyelids
carpitla        snow glazed with ice
tla             ordinary snow

 

The Inuit hundred words for snow

Gammel Kogevej - København

Bob: Sean, what are you doin’ outside man?
Sean: you’re him?
Bob: …yeah… I’m him
Sean: [claps hands together] JESUS! Have i sinned or am i goin’ to heaven?
Bob: [laughing] you’re fryin’ man, how much acid did you take?
Sean: you’re not Jesus… you’re Bob
Bob: I’m Bob!… how goes it?
Sean: how are you doin’ that?
Bob: doin’ what?
Sean: walkin’ on water? if i get off this chair I’ll drown, you wanna know what Bob? ‘Cause i cant swim!
Bob: oh, i get it! so Sean, d’you see land anywhere?
Sean: [looking around] no… just water… say Bob, You ARE Jesus.
Bob: Thats Right, I am, why do you ask?
Sean: …Satan, is in the house, he killed my Mom and turned her into a bull!
Cops: [after flashback to a scene with Sean threatening his mother with a knife but being scared by Satan and a bull, his mother]
[bob waves to Seans mum at the window who reluctantly waves back]
Cops: [the Cops pull in] Put your hands in the air and slowly turn around!
Sean: [happy as happy can be] I’M SAVED
Bob: yeah… sure Sean… you’re saved…

SLC punk - James Merendino 1998

Parco degli Acquedotti - Roma

I’ve seen it all,I’ve seen the dark
I’ve seen the brightness in one little spark
I’ve seen what I chose and I’ve seen what I need,
And that is enough, to want more would be greed
I’ve seen what I was and I know what I’ll be
I’ve seen it all - there is no more to see!

Björk and Thom Yorke - I’ve seen it all

(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=62pLY5zFTtc)

Golden beach - KKTC

C’era stato un momento, alle prime delle luci dell’alba, quando sul biancore del deserto gli era apparsa la misteriosa striscia nera, un momento in cui il suo cuore aveva ansimato di gioia. Poi l’immagine corazzata d’argento e con la spada insanguinata si era andata facendo un poco più vaga, e camminava sì ancora verso di lui, ma non riusciva più ad avvicinarsi, ad accorciare la breve eppure infinita distanza.

La ragione è che Filimore ha aspettato già troppo, e a una certa età sperare costa grande fatica, non si ritrova più la fede di quando aveva venti anni. Troppo tempo egli ha aspettato invano, i suoi occhi hanno letto troppi ordini del giorno, per troppe mattine i suoi occhi hanno visto quella maledetta pianura sempre deserta.

Dino Buzzati - Il Deserto dei Tartari  1940