Running Free!

Pulled Him At The Bottle Top 

Whiskey Dancing Disco Hop 

And All The Boys Are After Me 

And That's The Way It's Gonna Be 

I'm Running Free Yeah, I'm running Free 

I'm Running Free Yeah, I'm running Free

Please, wash my car...

Pour some sugar on me!

Step inside, walk this way

You and me babe, Hey, hey!

Love is like a bomb, baby, c'mon get it on

Livin' like a lover with a radar phone

Lookin' like a tramp, like a video vamp

Demolition woman, can I be your man?

Razzle 'n' a dazzle 'n' a flash a little light

Television lover, baby, go all night

Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet

Little miss ah innocent sugar me, yeah

Hey!

C'mon, take a bottle, shake it up

Break the bubble, break it up

Pour some sugar on me

Ooh, in the name of love

Pour some sugar on me

C'mon, fire me up

Pour your sugar on me

Oh, I can't get enough

I'm hot, sticky sweet

From my head to my feet, yeah

Listen! red light, yellow light, green-a-light go!

Crazy little woman in a one man show

Mirror queen, mannequin, rhythm of love

Sweet dream, saccharine, loosen up

You gotta squeeze a little, squeeze a little

Tease a little more

Easy operator come a knockin' on my door

Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet

Little miss innocent sugar me, yeah, yeah

Give a little more

Take a bottle, shake it up

Break the bubble, break it up

You got the peaches, I got the cream

Sweet to taste, saccharine

'cause I'm hot, say what, sticky sweet

From my head, my head, to my feet

Do you take sugar? one lump or two?

Love po(si)tions

Hard labour in Mango's bar, South Beach, Ocean Dr.

(Tygers of Pan Tag - Love Potion no 9)

MCMLXXXIV/Pan's Labyrinth

Willim J. Tsamis

"Otan imoun 11 eton, ipa ston patera mou oti thelo na stamatiso tin kithara... kai o pateras mou eipe "OCHI.... giati tha to metaniosis kapia mera".... Kai touto to vradi itan afti i imera"

"When I was 11 years old, I told my father I want to stop playing the guitar... and my father told me "NO.... because there will come a day that you will regret".... This night was that day..."

She said "Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me"...

(Terry Hall - Forever J )

A monologue on Vanitas...

William Dyce: Omnia Vanitas

O cloud-pale eyelids, dream-dimmed eyes,
The poets labouring all their days
To build a perfect beauty in rhyme
Are overthrown by a woman's gaze....
(W.B.Yeats)

These Boots Are Made for Walkin'

I can hold her...

Can you roll her?!

Vincent HRD Café Racer

Fast as light our jets were burnin'

On the road a distant siren song

Hands upon my engines growin'

Vincent's deep throat breathin' out so strong

I can hold her, can you roll her

Ride her like there's no tomorrow

Siren's song sure is growin' stronger

Shadow reached a high note

And in the distance electric lights no longer

I can hold her, can you roll her

I can hold her, can you roll her

I can hold her, can you roll her

Fast as light our jets were burnin'

On the road a distant siren song

Hands upon my engines growin'

Vincent's deep throat breathin' out so strong

I can hold her, can you roll her

I can hold her, can you roll her

I can hold her, can you roll her

I can hold her, can you roll her

I can hold her, can you roll her

The bright side of life

Frank Frazetta: Golden Girl

Ta Eis Eafton (Anthem for the nations)

William Russell Flint: O Cithaeeron 

"The Thoughts of the Emperor Marcus Aurelius Antoninus"

• If thou art pained by any external thing, it is not this that disturbs thee, but thy own judgment about it. And it is in thy power to wipe out this judgment now.

• A cucumber is bitter. Throw it away. There are briars in the road. Turn aside from them. This is enough. Do not add, "And why were such things made in the world?" 

• Soon you'll be ashes or bones. A mere name at most—and even that is just a sound, an echo. The things we want in life are empty, stale, trivial.

• Never regard something as doing you good if it makes you betray a trust or lose your sense of shame or makes you show hatred, suspicion, ill-will or hypocrisy or a desire for things best done behind closed doors. (III. 7, trans. Gregory Hays)

• Not to feel exasperated or defeated or despondent because your days aren't packed with wise and moral actions. But to get back up when you fail, to celebrate behaving like a human—however imperfectly—and fully embrace the pursuit you've embarked on.

• Let opinion be taken away, and no man will think himself wronged. If no man shall think himself wronged, then is there no more any such thing as wrong.

• (...) As for others whose lives are not so ordered, he reminds himself constantly of the characters they exhibit daily and nightly at home and abroad , and of the sort of society they frequent; and the approval of such men, who do not even stand well in their own eyes has no value for him. 

• Shame on the soul, to falter on the road of life while the body still perseveres.

• Take away your opinion, and there is taken away the complaint, [...] Take away the complaint, [...] and the hurt is gone 

• Whatever happens to you has been waiting to happen since the beginning of time. The twining strands of fate wove both of them together: your own existence and the things that happen to you. 

• Words that everyone once used are now obsolete, and so are the men whose names were once on everyone's lips: Camillus, Caeso, Volesus, Dentatus, and to a lesser degree Scipio and Cato, and yes, even Augustus, Hadrian, and Antoninus are less spoken of now than they were in their own days. For all things fade away, become the stuff of legend, and are soon buried in oblivion. Mind you, this is true only for those who blazed once like bright stars in the firmament, but for the rest, as soon as a few clods of earth cover their corpses, they are 'out of sight, out of mind.' In the end, what would you gain from everlasting remembrance? Absolutely nothing. So what is left worth living for? This alone: justice in thought, goodness in action, speech that cannot deceive, and a disposition glad of whatever comes, welcoming it as necessary, as familiar, as flowing from the same source and fountain as yourself. 

• Do not then consider life a thing of any value. For look at the immensity of time behind thee, and to the time which is before thee, another boundless space. In this infinity then what is the difference between him who lives three days and him who lives three generations? 

• When you wake up in the morning, tell yourself: The people I deal with today will be meddling, ungrateful, arrogant, dishonest, jealous, and surly. They are like this because they can't tell good from evil. But I have seen the beauty of good, and the ugliness of evil, and have recognized that the wrongdoer has a nature related to my own—not of the same blood or birth, but the same mind, and possessing a share of the divine.

• Do not act as if thou wert going to live ten thousand years! Death hangs over thee! While thou livest, while it is in thy power, be good!

(Jack Starr - Anthem for the nations)

Going to a town

Walter Crane: America

I really need to know

I may just never see you again, or might as well

You took advantage of a world that loved you well

I'm going to a town that has already been burnt down

I'm so tired of you, America

Et in Arcadia Ego...

... in my continuous search for the Holy Grail...

Nicolas Poussin: Et in Arcadia ego

L.V. Beethoven: Pastoral Symphony (5th mvt)

Guercino: Et in Arcadia ego

Bright lights fading...

( Poetry in motion)

P.S. The post ends here.

Il canto del vento

(Vacation memories: Grave in Portofino cemetery up the hill)

Ascolto ancora il vento

Che in disparte mi accarezza

Dimenticato pianto

Prigioniero della sera

Pianto, dimenticato pianto

Prigioniero della sera

Un respiro sempre acceso

Seguo e cerco lentamente

Nel sospiro del destino

Vivo per te, sogno di te

Canto di te

Nel cielo incastrata

Timida stella morente

Di canzoni dimenticate

Dai tuoi occhi gia' vissute

Ora vivo e mi consolo... vivo...

Il mio tempo, nelle mani

Nel tuo viso il mio tormento

Il silenzio, il mio domani

Ancorato ad un momento

Vivo per te, sogno di te

Canto di te

Nel cielo incastrata

Timida stella morente

Vissuti dolcemente

Sogni di un' eterna notte

Ora bruciano traditi

Dalle nostre memorie

Lacrime, lacrime di rabbia

Nel mio cuore sempre accese

Parlano, parlano le onde

Di un porto ormai svanito

Vivo per te, sogno di te

Canto di te

Nel cielo incastrata

Timida stella morente

(Rhapsody: Il canto del vento)

I'm still listening to the wind

Who's caressing me aside

Forgotten crying

Eveving's prisoner

Crying, forgotten crying

Evening's prisoner

An endless lighted breath

I follow and slowly search for it

In the fate's whisper

I live for you, I dream of you

I sing for you

Embedded in the sky

Shy dying star

Of forgotten songs

Yet lived by your eyes

Now I live and take comfort... I live...

My time in the hands

My torment in your face

The silence, my future

Anchored to one moment

I live for you, I dream of you

I sing for you

Embedded in the sky

Shy dying star

Sweetly lived

Eternal night dreams

Now they' re burning betrayed

By our memories

Tears, tears of rage

Always lighted in my heart

They're talking, waves are talking

About a harbour, faded by now

I live for you, I dream of you

I sing for you

Embedded in the sky

Shy dying star

I live for you, I dream of you

I sing for you

Embedded in the sky

Shy dying star

I live for you, I dream of you

I sing for you

Shy dying star

 (Vacation memories: Portofino cemetery up the hill and the castles beyond)

(Vacation memories: View of Portofino from cemetery)

Fawlty Towers

(Sunday fun)

Game Over

Luis Royo: Gothic Angel Holding Demon

Follow the links:
The meaning of Matrix and then Plato's allegory of the cave and The Matrix: Exiting the Cave of the Mind

What is reality?!
Is the one who returns to the Matrix really to be blamed?!

Spot Martini

(Vacation memories: Portofino)

To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time

J.W. Waterhouse: Gather ye rosebuds

(by Robert Herrick)

(to remind that beauty and youth is fleeting...)

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,

Old Time is still a-flying:

And this same flower that smiles to-day

To-morrow will be dying.

The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,

The higher he's a-getting,

The sooner will his race be run,

And nearer he's to setting.

That age is best which is the first,

When youth and blood are warmer;

But being spent, the worse, and worst

Times still succeed the former.

Then be not coy, but use your time,

And while ye may, go marry:

For having lost but once your prime,

You may for ever tarry. 

(Caro Emerald: A night like this)

A pebble in the lake

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