What if I can't dance?

 

Back to reality. As events turned out, reality is a bitch

 

De costas voltadas para a realidade. A realidade corresponde

 

James Caan (26.Mai.1940-6.Jul.2022)

 

The Godfather

Ray Liotta (18.Dez.1954-26.Mai.2022)

 

Ray Liotta by Deborah Anderson

 

Hey, man!

 

 

J’observe la nuit et la mort

 

Invictus
William Ernest Henley - 1849-1903


Out of the night that covers me,   
  Black as the Pit from pole to pole,   
I thank whatever gods may be   
  For my unconquerable soul.   

In the fell clutch of circumstance
  I have not winced nor cried aloud.   
Under the bludgeonings of chance   
  My head is bloody, but unbowed.   

Beyond this place of wrath and tears   
  Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years   
  Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.   

It matters not how strait the gate,   
  How charged with punishments the scroll,   
I am the master of my fate:
  I am the captain of my soul.

Por todos los senderos de la noche han venido

Do not go gentle into that good night
Dylan Thomas - 1914-1953


Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

 

 

    

Now you tell me

 

John Giorno

 

Lasciate ogni speranza voi ch’entrate

 

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