Under The Big Black Sun

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Everybody knows (Leonard Cohen)

Everybody knows that the dice are loaded

Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed

Everybody knows that the war is over

Everybody knows the good guys lost

Everybody knows the fight was fixed

The poor stay poor, the rich get rich

Thats how it goes

Everybody knows

Everybody knows that the boat is leaking

Everybody knows that the captain lied

Everybody got this broken feeling

Like their father or their dog just died

Everybody talking to their pockets

Everybody wants a box of chocolates

And a long stem rose

Everybody knows

Everybody knows that you love me baby

Everybody knows that you really do

Everybody knows that youve been faithful

Ah give or take a night or two

Everybody knows youve been discreet

But there were so many people you just had to meet

Without your clothes

And everybody knows

Everybody knows, everybody knows

Thats how it goes

Everybody knows

Everybody knows, everybody knows

Thats how it goes

Everybody knows

And everybody knows that it's now or never

Everybody knows that it's me or you

And everybody knows that you live forever

Ah when youve done a line or two

Everybody knows the deal is rotten

Old black Joe's still pickin cotton

For your ribbons and bows

And everybody knows

And everybody knows that the plague is coming

Everybody knows that it's moving fast

Everybody knows that the naked man and woman

Are just a shining artifact of the past

Everybody knows the scene is dead

But theres gonna be a meter on your bed

That will disclose

What everybody knows

And everybody knows that you're in trouble

Everybody knows what youve been through

From the bloody cross on top of Calvary

To the beach of Malibu

Everybody knows it's coming apart

Take one last look at this sacred heart

Before it blows

And everybody knows

Everybody knows, everybody knows

Thats how it goes

Everybody knows

Oh everybody knows, everybody knows

Thats how it goes

Everybody knows

Everybody knows

Leonard Cohen, Everybody knows

Heavy Water, Peter Greenaway

Thinking, fotografia di Michael Peck

I held a Jewel in my fingers

I held a Jewel in my fingers —
And went to sleep —
The day was warm, and winds were prosy —
I said “‘Twill keep” —

I woke — and chid my honest fingers,
The Gem was gone —
And now, an Amethyst remembrance
Is all I own —

(Emily Dickinson)

Aerostatic Balloon ascent by Mr. Jules in Florence Italy, May 19, 1884 (Artist unknown)

Sunshine, Helen Frankenthaler

Repetto per Comme des Garçons

Da Madame Bovary, Gustave Flaubert

Non avevano nient'altro da dirsi? I loro occhi, però, traboccavano di parole più gravi. Mentre si sforzavano di trovare frasi banali, si sentivano riempire tutti e due da uno stesso languore. Era come un mormorio dell'anima, profondo, continuo, che l'aveva vinta sulla voce. Stupiti da questo questo nuovo, soave sentimento, non pensavano neppure a spiegarne il senso, a scoprirne la causa. Le felicità future, come le rive dei tropici, proiettavano, sulla immensità che le precede, il loro molle sentore come una brezza profumata: si scivola in quell'estasi e non importa se l'orizzonte non si vede.