Saturday, 27 February 2010
Saturday, 13 February 2010
I am a fool. Oh, yes! nourished by the great mother
Tao Te Ching - Lao Tzu
Give up learning, and put an end to your troubles.
Is there a difference between yes and no?
Is there a difference between good and evil?
Must I fear what others fear? What nonsence!
Other people are contented, enjoying the sacrificial feast of the ox.
In spring some go to the park, and climb the terrace,
But I alone am drifting not knowing where I am.
Like a new-born babe before it learns to smile,
I am alone, without a place to go.
Other have more than they need, but I alone have nothing.
I am a fool. Oh, yes! I am confused.
Other men are clear and bright,
But I alone am dim and weak.
Other men are sharp and clever,
But I alone am dull and stupid.
Oh, I drift like the waves of the sea.
Without direction, like the restless wind.
Everyone else is busy,
But I alone am aimless and depressed.
I am different.
I am nourished by the great mother.
Give up learning, and put an end to your troubles.
Is there a difference between yes and no?
Is there a difference between good and evil?
Must I fear what others fear? What nonsence!
Other people are contented, enjoying the sacrificial feast of the ox.
In spring some go to the park, and climb the terrace,
But I alone am drifting not knowing where I am.
Like a new-born babe before it learns to smile,
I am alone, without a place to go.
Other have more than they need, but I alone have nothing.
I am a fool. Oh, yes! I am confused.
Other men are clear and bright,
But I alone am dim and weak.
Other men are sharp and clever,
But I alone am dull and stupid.
Oh, I drift like the waves of the sea.
Without direction, like the restless wind.
Everyone else is busy,
But I alone am aimless and depressed.
I am different.
I am nourished by the great mother.
Monday, 8 February 2010
Sunday, 7 February 2010
Monday, 1 February 2010

Trovo che questa sia l'immagine più semplice e potente che abbia mai visto.
Ma, la relazione madre-figlio/a nasconde una dipendenza inquietante, che si converte in pura fiducia e libertà reciproche quando si osserva un padre con il suo piccolo. Il gatto tuttavia conferisce una pennellata di indipendenza all'insieme. E io sono una donna-figlia-madre (un giorno), dopotutto.
come Alice
Come Alice tra le viole, tra le rose e persa in un mondo di volti e immagini, senza spazio, senza tempo né regole.
O come un fiore in un giardino cangiante.
Vorrei essere tutti i giorni diversa, in trasformazione continua.
Piacere e compiacere sono trappole.
O come un fiore in un giardino cangiante.
Vorrei essere tutti i giorni diversa, in trasformazione continua.
Piacere e compiacere sono trappole.
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