Apri il cuore (open your heart)

August Rodin: Eternal Spring

The Powerhead

Frank Frazetta: Conan the Adventurer

Therion: Thor (the powerhead)

Frank Frazetta: Dark Kingdom

Tokyo nights

Last night when I was laying in my bed 

Had a dream of a flag in white & red 

Swiss cross turned into the japan dot 

A yellow girl appeared and made me hot 

She took me to her place - a Geisha house 

There was tea rice-booze & ceremony 

I got undressed she had me washed 

I felt her body and I was lost 

Tokyo nights hot burning lights 

Tokyo nights you took my mind away 

Made me obsessed by loving fights 

Soon I remembered I stayed in a dream 

And I could make a try to change the scene 

The geisha girl was just too hot for me 

I tried to wake up unsuccessfully 

And even as the big alarm-clock rang 

Outside my window the first blackbird sang 

My yellow girlfriend didn't leave my head 

Got to stay forever in her bed 

Tokyo nights hot burning lights 

Tokyo nights you took my mind away 

I'm in the spell of your delights

Pact with the devil...

Giovanni Baglione: Sacred and profane love

"Derived from the Psychomachia of Prudentius, the moralizing theme of combat between the vices and the virtues was interpreted by Virgil in "Omnia vincit Amor". Later codified by Petrarch, the theme enjoyed a new popularity in the early seventeenth century. The face of the figure of the devil at the left has been identified as a portrait of Caravaggio. This canvas includes a satirical condemnation of both Caravaggio's art and his moral scruples, making what is tantamount to a visual charge of sodomy. Divine Love interrupts a tryst between Cupid and the Devil, who turns toward the viewer in anguished surprise revealing Caravaggio's likeness."

Too young to fall in love

You say our love

Is like dynamite

Open your eyes

'Cause it's like fire and ice

Well you're killing me

Your love's a guillotine

Why don't you just set me free

[Chorus:]

Too young to fall in love

I'm too young

Too young to fall in love

I'm too young

Too young to fall in love

I'm too young 

Too young to fall in love

I'm too young

Too young to fall in love

I'm too young

Too fall in love

Run for the hills

We're both sinners and saints

Not a woman, but a whore

I can just taste the hate

Well now I'm killing you

Watch your face turning blue

Not yet a man

Just a punk in the street

You say our love

Is like dynamite

Well it's no surprise

Cause you've got one-way eyes

Well you're killing me

Your love's a guillotine

Not yet a man

Just a punk in the street

Viens, viens .... a la plage de saint tropez (Vacation memories)

Top Gear... Top Star!

Angels and Demons

Boris Vallejo: Angel and Demon

Is she an Angel or the Beast?!

(Black Sabbath: Heaven & Hell)

Pick the flower now before the chance is past...

J.W. Waterhouse: The awakening of Adonis

So you little Italian devils, you want to know about love  

Saraghina will tell you. If you want to make a woman happy, you lie on what you’re born with, because it is in your blood.  

Be Italian  

Be Italian  

take a chance and try to steal a fiery kiss  

be Italian  

be Italian  

when you hold me don’t just hold me but hold this  

please be gentle, sentimental  

go ahead and try to give my cheek a pat  

but be daring and uncaring  

when you pinch me try to pinch me where there’s fat  

HA!  

be a singer be a lover  

pick the flower now before the chance is past  

be Italian  

be Italian  

live today as if it may become your last!  

Hey!  

be a singer be a lover  

pick the flower now before the chance is past  

be Italian  

be Italian  

live today as if it may become your last! 

Never die...

Frank Frazetta: Conan The Destroyer

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Window of my eyes

Through the window of my eyes

I can see a rainy day

Sittin' in the chair of my own

Looking for a way to be the one who I am

It's useless to cry for the things I was unknown

Thinking it will come back and reach my home

It's like a distant, like a distant face

It's like a shadow on my wall

Something that, that I can't touch

It's heavenly, as it calls

Shelter of my mind hides my love and my tear

I keep on looking for a reason which is not here

Through the window of my eyes

I can see a rainy day

Sittin' in the chair of my own

Looking for a way to be the one who I am

It's useless to cry for the things I was unknown

Thinking it will come back and reach my home

Dance with the Devil ... Believe

 Boris Vallejo: The seduction of Lillith

A l' ombre de Monaco (Vacation memories)

View from La Turbie

Lui :

Monaco,

28 degrés à l'ombre

C'est fou, c'est trop

On est tout seuls au monde

Tout est bleu, tout est beau.

Tu fermes un peu les yeux, le soleil est si haut.

Je caresse tes jambes, mes mains brûlent ta peau.

Elle :

Ne dis rien,

Embrasse-moi quand tu voudras

Je suis bien,

L'amour est à côté de D toi.

Lui :

On est bien

Lui :

Monaco,

28 degrés à l'ombre

Tu ne dis plus un mot

J'éteins ma cigarette, il fait encore plus chaud

Tes lèvres ont le goût d'un fruit sauvage

Et voilà,

Comme une vague blonde

Tu m'emportes déjà.

Elle :

Ne dis rien,

L'amour est au-dessus de moi.

Cafe de Paris

(From La Turbie to Monaco)

Time will find the answer...

Jeffrey Jones: The ages of woman

Into the shadows of the night

They fought the war that would never die

Now the sun never shines

Can't find the key that's lost in time

And the wind calls your name for you only

But she would never return

And I long to hear your voice

As I watch the endless fire burn

Now the kings and queens of long ago

Could never have forseen

Will they rise and fall

Only time will tell

Twisted on battleground so green

Time will find the answer

Time will find you

Walking through the fields

Into the storm where the soldiers lie

Black skies are gathering around

Where men fought and they lost

As they fall silent to the ground

Only time it will heal

Stop your crying

I'll so on be on my way

And I can hear your voice

Through the trees in the morning light

Now the autumn leaves are falling

As the winter closes in

Through the morning mist

Only walk the brave

They only fight to win

Now the autumn leaves are falling

As winter closes in

Will they rise or fall

Only time will tell

They only fight to win

Adagio

John William Godward: Absence makes the heart grow fonder

I don't know where to find you

I don't know how to reach you

I hear your voice in the wind

I feel you under my skin

Within my heart and my soul

I wait for you

Adagio

All of these nights without you

All of my dreams surround you

I see and I touch your face

I fall into your embrace

When the time is right I know

You'll be in my arms

Adagio

I close my eyes and I find a way

No need for me to pray

I've walked so far

I've fought so hard

Nothing more to explain

I know all that remains

Is a piano that plays

If you know where to find me

If you know how to reach me

Before this light fades away

Before I run out of faith

Be the only man to say

That you'll hear my heart

That you'll give your life

Forever you'll stay

Don't let this light fade away

Don't let me run out of faith

Be the only man to say

That you believe, make me believe

You won't let go

Adagio 

Empty rooms...

J.W.Waterhouse: Listening to my sweet pippings

Loneliness is your only friend.

A broken heart that just won't mend

is the price you pay.

It's hard to take when love grows old.

The days are long and the nights turn cold

when it fades away.

You hope that she will change her mind,

but the days drift on and on.

You'll never know the reason why she's gone.

You see her face in every crowd.

You hear her voice, but you're still proud,

so you turn away.

You tell yourself that you'll be strong.

But your heart tells you,

this time you're wrong.

You hope that she will change her mind,

but the days drift on and on.

You'll never know the reason why she's gone.

Empty rooms,

where we learn to live without love.

Empty rooms,

where we learn to live without love.

Empty rooms,

where we learn to live without love.

Empty rooms,

where we learn to live without love.

Empty rooms,

where we learn to live without love.

Empty rooms,

where we learn to live without love.

Empty rooms,

where we learn to live without love.

All alone in an empty room.

Lonliness is your only friend, hooh.

Oh, she's gone and you're at the end.

Brucia la terra...

In Cinqueterre, on the path of love between Manarola and Riomaggiore...

Via dell'amore... over the sea... Locks of eternal love everywhere around... 

Vows of eternal love written on the rocks...

(English)

The moon is burning in the sky 

And I am burning with love 

The fire that is consumed 

Like my heart 

My soul crys 

Painfully 

I'm not at peace 

What a terrible night 

The time passes 

But there is no dawn 

There is no sunshine 

If she doesn't return 

My earth is burning 

And my heart is burning 

What she thirsts for water 

I thirst for love 

Who will I sing 

My song to 

If there is no one 

Who shows herself 

On the balcony 

The moon is burning in the sky 

And I am burning with love 

The fire that is consumed 

Like my heart 

(Cicilian)

Brucia la luna n'cielu 

E ju bruciu d'amuri 

Focu ca si consuma 

Comu lu me cori 

L'anima chianci 

Addulurata 

Non si da paci 

Ma cchi mala nuttata 

Lu tempu passa 

Ma non agghiorna 

Non c'e mai suli 

S'idda non torna 

Brucia la terra mia 

E abbrucia lu me cori 

Cchi siti d'acqua idda 

E ju siti d'amuri 

Acu la cantu 

La me canzuni 

Si no c'e nuddu 

Ca s'a affacia 

A lu barcuni 

Brucia la luna n'cielu 

E ju bruciu d'amuri 

Focu ca si consuma 

Comu lu me cori 

Battle hymn!

Ken Kelly: Fields of fury!

Historic! All members on stage!

Spanish guitar

Frederic Lord Leighton: Music lesson

Sea of tranquility

Edward Burn Jones: The depths of the sea

Doctor, doctor please!

Walking in the air...

John Duncan: St Bride

Where the wild roses grow...

John Everett Millais: Ophelia

They call me The Wild Rose

But my name was Elisa Day

Why they call me it I do not know

For my name was Elisa Day

From the first day I saw her I knew she was the one

As she stared in my eyes and smiled

For her lips were the colour of the roses

They grew down the river, all bloody and wild

When he knocked on my door and entered the room

My trembling subsided in his sure embrace

He would be my first man, and with a careful hand

He wiped the tears that ran down my face

CHORUS

On the second day I brought her a flower

She was more beautiful than any woman I'd seen

I said, 'Do you know where the wild roses grow

So sweet and scarlet and free?'

On the second day he came with a single rose

Said: 'Will you give me your loss and your sorrow?'

I nodded my head, as I lied on the bed

He said, 'If I show you the roses will you follow?'

CHORUS

On the third day he took me to the river

He showed me the roses and we kissed

And the last thing I heard was a muttered word

As he stood smiling above me with a rock in his fist

On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow

And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief

As I kissed her goodbye, I said, 'All beauty must die'

And lent down and planted a rose between her teeth

A light in the dark...

Ken Kelly: Brutal Swamp

(Jack Starr - A light in the dark)

Diamonds and Rust

J.W.Waterhouse: Hylas and the nymphs (detail)

I'll be damned

Here comes your ghost again

But that's not unusual

It's just that the moon is full

And you happened to call

And here I sit

Hand on the telephone

Hearing a voice I'd known

A couple of light years ago

Heading straight for a fall

As I remember your eyes

Were bluer than robin's eggs

My poetry was lousy you said

Where are you calling from?

A booth in the midwest

Ten years ago

I bought you some cufflinks

You brought me something

We both know what memories can bring

They bring diamonds and rust

Well you burst on the scene

Already a legend

The unwashed phenomenon

The original vagabond

You strayed into my arms

And there you stayed

Temporarily lost at sea

The Madonna was yours for free

Yes the girl on the half-shell

Would keep you unharmed

Now I see you standing

With brown leaves falling around

And snow in your hair

Now you're smiling out the window

Of that crummy hotel

Over Washington Square

Our breath comes out white clouds

Mingles and hangs in the air

Speaking strictly for me

We both could have died then and there

Now you're telling me

You're not nostalgic

Then give me another word for it

You who are so good with words

And at keeping things vague

Because I need some of that vagueness now

It's all come back too clearly

Yes I loved you dearly

And if you're offering me diamonds and rust

I've already paid

Drink the last drops of summer...

Sleeping faun or drunken satyr (2nd/3rd c. BC)

(To Spiros and Haris)

My eyes grew heavy and my lips they could not speak

I tried to get up but I couldn't find my feet

She reassured me with an unfamilliar line

And then she gave to me more summer wine

Oohh-oh summer wine

Strawberries cherries and an angel's kiss in spring

My summer wine is really made from all these things

Take off your silver spurs and help me pass the time

And I will give to you summer wine

Oohh-oh summer wine

(Summer Wine)

Stargazer

John Howe: Saruman of many colours on Orthanc castle

Wish you were here...

J.W. Waterhouse: Fair Rosamund

Moon landing...

Boris Vallejo: Full moon

Gerald Brom: Moonblade

Sacred heart

John Byam Liston Shaw: Queen of Hearts

A tale that wasn't right

J.W. Waterhouse: My sweet rose

Here I stand all alone

Have my mind turned to stone

Have my heart filled up with ice

To avoid It's breakin' twice

Thanx to you, my dear old friend

But you can't help. this is the end

Of a tale that wasn't right

I won't have no sleep tonight

In my heart, in my soul

I really hate to pay this toll

Should be strong, young and bold

But the only thing I feel is pain

It's alright, we'll stay friends

Trustin' In my confidence

And Iet's say it's just alright

You won't sleep alone tonight

In my heart, in my soul

I really hate to pay this toll

Should be strong, young and bold

But the only thing I feel is pain

With my heart, with my soul

Some guys cry you bought and sold

They've been strong, young and bold

And they say, play this song again

In my heart, in my soul

I really hate to pay this toll

Should be strong, young and bold

But the only thing I feel is pain

Lamento eroico

William Bouguereau: The first mourning


Langue in me l'eco infranto
Al truce sguardo dell'angelo cieco
Rovina in me l'antica rima
Nel cuor del cigno ferito e morente...

Cosmi di eternita' tradita
Di verita' svanite che ora versano 
Lacrime d'addio in un vuoto nero... 
Sincero e fiero al mio destino andro'...

URLA IL TUONO
AL MIO LAMENTO EROICO
SORTE... CONSUMA LA REALTA'!

Spiriti di mondi arcani
Chiedo la vita al di la' della morte
Per allinear le stelle amiche
E diventar guardiano celeste

Custode di eternita' guarita
Di verita' trovate per tutti i figli di madre terra... 
Sempre a lei ho dato la vita... la morte...
Cosi' continuero'!

URLA IL TUONO
AL MIO LAMENTO EROICO
SORTE... CONSUMA LA REALTA'!

URLA IL TUONO
AL MIO LAMENTO EROICO
SORTE... CONSUMA LA REALTA'!

CONSUMA LA REALTA'!


SORTE... CONSUMA LA REALTA'!

(Rhapsody - Lamento Eroico)

The passion of Joan

J.E. Millais: Joan of Arc

D.G. Rossetti: joah of arc kissing the sword of deliverance

Fly to the rainbow (ssshhhhhhhhhhhh...) ...

Valentine Cameron Prinsep: The first awakening of eve

Life is empty, can't remember anytime before,

On a plain lit cold December, see it evermore,

Gliding through this life, and another is a child,

and we're doing games, and losing things,

Always playing gigs.

Somewhere in the sky, where the moon the stars shine bright,

Where the sun is shining, in the night.

I am in disgrace, yet i see a smiling face,

and i hope you let me, share your place.

I don't live today.

Rain in the sky , make the world fly,

Into time, beg me your time.

Sun in the sky, make the world fly,

Into time, beg me your time.

Rain in the sky , make the world fly,

Into time, beg me your time.

Sun in the sky, make the world fly,

Into time, beg me your time.

Rain in the sky , make the world fly,

Into time, beg me your time.

Sun in the sky, make the world fly,

Into time, beg me your time.

Well, I lived in magic solitude

Of cloudy-looking mountains

And a lake made out of crystal raindrops ...

Roaming through Space tenthousand years ago

I've seen the giant city of Atlantis

Sinking to eternal waves of darkness ...

Somewhere in the blue distance

Are those long-forgotten trees of yore

A broken violin floating alone in December

Darkness everywhere and nothing more.

Symbol - strange Symbol - Melancholy

Painting torrid colors to a sky of green

Candle breathing one night only

Far away - in chillness - bleak - unseen ...

Drifting galley - ghostlike shadow,

Sails rigged to catch and kill the Time...

Echoes wandering down an endless meadow

To call the Thing ... Sublime !...

Stairway to heaven

Sir Edward Burne Jones: The golden stairs

This painting is an example of Edward Burne-Jones’s interest in investigating a mood rather than telling a story. The underlying idea is that ‘all the arts aspire to the condition of music’.

"Eγώ χωρίς μουσική...

δεν ξέρω!

δεν μπορώ να με φανταστώ! "

Last of the Mohicans

LOL (3)

Victim of fate

John Collier: Lady Godiva

I was born in the rotten part of the town
The biggest trap I had seen
Wherever you'll go and wherever you'll get to
Evil is around

My mother's a bitch, my father's a killer
Gettin' paid for a murder
Fightin' and strugglin' the whole day
The only way to survive

Wanted from law but they'll never catch me
I'd much rather die in this bloody war

Fly high touch the sky
Never know the reason why it ends
Victim of fate
Fly high touch the sky
Never know the reason why it ends
Victim of fate

I had to kill people to save my own life
I don't wanna go to hell
I started at the bottom
I'm heading for the top

I'll never return I'll never go back
To the goddamn part of the town
Headhunters won't get me 'cause I'm not stupid
But this ain't the life I dreamt of

Wanted from law but they'll never catch me
I'd much rather die in this bloody war

What now lonely man
Who's standing in the shadow of the streets
You're left alone with no helpin' hand beside you
You hide from the daylight livin' in darkness
You got no friends you can trust nobody
Except for yourself

The only shade that's beside you
Is the shade of Lucifer
Laughing with a satanic smile
And his friend death sharpens his sickle
You don't wanna die do you?
But you will, you will burn in hell

Fly high touch the sky
You will die

Slow dancer

Herbert Draper: Lamia

love in a hut, with water and a crust,
Is - Love, forgive us! - cinders, ashes, dust;
Love in a palace is perhaps at last
More grievous torment than a hermit's fast -
That is a doubtful tale from faery land,
Hard for the non-elect to understand.
Had Lycius liv'd to hand his story down,
He might have given the moral a fresh frown,
Or clench'd it quite: but too short was their bliss
To breed distrust and hate, that make the soft voice hiss.
Besides, there, nightly, with terrific glare,
Love, jealous grown of so complete a pair,
Hover'd and buzz'd his wings, with fearful roar,
Above the lintel of their chamber door,
And down the passage cast a glow upon the floor.
(John Keats - Lamia excerpt)

Liebestraum

John Duncan: Tristan and Izolde

(Extract: Tristram of Lyonesse by Algernon Charles Swinburne)

So sore a part of sorrow.” And the king

Built for their tomb a chapel bright like spring

With flower-soft wealth of branching tracery made

Fair as the frondage each fleet year sees fade,

That should not fall till many a year were done.

There slept they wedded under moon and sun

And change of stars: and through the casements came

Midnight and noon girt round with shadow and flame

To illume their grave or veil it: till at last

On these things too was doom as darkness cast:

For the strong sea hath swallowed wall and tower,

And where their limbs were laid in woful hour

For many a fathom gleams and moves and moans

The tide that sweeps above their coffined bones

In the wrecked chancel by the shivered shrine:

Nor where they sleep shall moon or sunlight shine

Nor man look down for ever: none shall say,

Here once, or here, Tristram and Iseult lay:

But peace they have that none may gain who live,

And rest about them that no love can give,

And over them, while death and life shall be,

The light and sound and darkness of the sea.

Morphine child

Luis Royo: White angel

There's a thief on a summer's night
Across an ocean
Who sees another's life fading away

And of this life he writes
Without emotion
Then pushes it from sight
Somewhere faraway
To a distant land
Every tear betrayed
And never makes
And never makes
And never makes
And never makes a stand
never Makes a stand
Lord there's something wrong
never Makes a stand

Could a star's forgotten light
A child's devotion
Embrace eternal night
In shallow graves

As we watch from distant heights
No breath or motion
Still every ghost must haunt in its own way
Sleep beneath my dreams
Safe within my hands
Where I never under
Never under
Never understand

Lord there's something wrong

No one remembers
No one denies
No one asks questions
No one replies

Here nothing enters
Nothing departs
Here nothing's ended
If nothing starts

In your life could you carry on
Could you never think about it
Till in time you start to doubt it

Then you close your eyes
Is it really gone
How in truth can you defend her
If you're really not remembering

No regrets
If you just forget
If a memory is lenient
You can find it most convenient
So you let it fade
Till it's very vague
Just a silhouette of shadows
But the shadows are still lingering

Still I hold you there
With your endless stare

I'm too old to be living this
Lived to long to be given this
Can our god be forgiving this

I had a light that shined
Across my mind
Rarely see it any more

Now it is mostly dark
Except for sparks
Can't remember what they're for

I am the morphine child
The dream defiled
The never ending metaphor
I am the wizard oz
Result and cause
Never look behind that door

Cantations
Cantations
Cantations
Cantations

Never listen to the crowd before me
Never listen to the self ordained
Never really wanted to believe it any way

Time is fading
Night is calling
I am on my way

Turn around turn around
Turn around turn around

Time is fading
Night is calling
I am on my...