Raúl Huerta, 2007, collage i tècnica mixta29/2/08
14/2/08
Paranoid
I watched a monkey swimming in my bed like a bird
I watched a donkey flying at my head like the monkey
I felt a liquid running down my throat like a toad
I felt a smell, a taste of marmalade,
when I saw your face.
I’m becoming paranoid with you gone
If I could go back in time just to find
One more lie to buy some...time...
I saw a baby screaming in a car and run so far
I lost my shoes, found them in a pool with the baby
I took the car, drove into a bend and bent in bed
I watched myself falling from a cliff when I heard you breathe.
The Sunday Drivers, Tiny Telephone (2007)
3/2/08
30/1/08
Una furtiva lagrima
Una furtiva lagrima
negli occhi suoi spuntò...
quelle festose giovani
invidiar sembrò...
Che più cercando io vo?
M’ama, lo vedo.
Un solo istante i palpiti
del suo bel cor sentir!..
I miei sospir confondere
per poco a’ suoi sospir! ...
Cielo, si può morir;
di più non chiedo.
L'elisir d'amore, Gaetano Donizetti
22/1/08
21/1/08
19/1/08
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