Bastard

Obsessed with you? haha of course not, I'm obsessed with my world.

"MUSIC" is a way of rooting oneself in the past, of living in it. It is a means of memory, a desire for that which must not be lost. It's in memory. within man is music, not necessarily in whoever composes or plays it, but most importantly, in whoever listens to it. The ear is an organ of revelation. Listening is assuming the past, accepting that every sound comes from deep within us, that we are constantly reeling.

Music is a way of rooting oneself in the past, of living in it. It is a means of memory, a desire for that which must not be lost. It's in memory. within man is music, not necessarily in whoever composes or plays it, but most importantly, in whoever listens to it. The ear is an organ of revelation. Listening is assuming the past, accepting that every sound comes from deep within us, that we are constantly reeling.

Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut the fuck up.

" shut up, shut up, shut the fuck up "

" shut up, shut up, shut up, shut the fuck up "

{ECCHELA QUA 'A COMIC MYTHOLOGY DER SOR TIEPOLO} Already several times in the XVIe and XVIIe centuries, ancient myths were recycled with symbolic or philosophical meaning for festive or didactic purposes, but not for truzzi as I did, but for people of culture and power. And the caves of Veneto, like Paolo Veronese, take Greek gods or allegorical figures and place them above the clouds with fabrics and brocades that blow in the wind and precious stones that sparkle in the sun: but according to Tiepolo they are XVIIIe century clouds, even more real, and the light shines more and more, like when you see the sun on your forehead that blinds you; and the characters are even more ephemeral or rather sculptural: memelihara they are too far from reality, Apollo, 'a Fama, Africa, I can't even distinguish them anymore, they are too small, they swim and fly in this space like Superman or Spider-Man, from skyscrapers to caves or as light-reflecting seagulls with wings.