Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Parla Italiano?

one minute as an hour a day or maybe more
care forget even for a minute tonight
one minute for a minute more...
a minute to react with the head or the heart
one minute more to hate and not forgive
one minute for a minute more...

a minute's silence will light the eye
please take a minute to remove evil
a minute to think about death and laugh
one minute for a minute more...
one minute as an hour a day or maybe more
care forget even for a minute tonight
another minute and then an eternity
one minute for a minute more ...


  1. I am trying to learn Italian in prep for my upcoming trip.

    Beautiful lyrics. :-)

  2. ...there's only one Italian word one needs to know... and that's "ciao".

    Just use it like Eddie Izzard does.

  3. A woman always notices the shoes.
    But his eyeshadow was nice, too. ;-)

  4. There's no truth to that urban myth about shoe sizes, ya know.... ;-)

  5. Joe!

    for I was simply referring to my natural love of shoes!

    And for what it's worth, there's no truth to the myth that shoe size matters, either.

    :for shame!:

    oh, it's so good to laugh. ;-)

  6. Congrats to the Giants...AGAIN!

    Put your broom away. ;-)

  7. Sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.....

    Oooops. Do we really have to go to Texas now?

  8. C'mon. Don't be afraid.
    Everybody knows how much Texans love hippies.

  9. I didn't know that Coloradons hated hippies!

    I thought they hated Texans more than anybody.

    Maybe they hate everybody?

    I rather like hippies...or at least happy hippies. You know, the kind that share their brownies and don't cause nobody no trouble. :P

    Disclaimer: Yes, I inhaled.

    Whew. I'm so glad to tell you that.
    (this is just random chatter...much like what I do face to face. Feel free to cue crickets.)

  10. You inhaled? So did I. ;)

    I'm just a poor California boy who got sent off to military school for straightening out. I guess it worked "just enough". I don't waste my time baking brownies, but I still seem to take a lot of "head trips".

  11. Well, my rebellion has come much later in life. I haven't been sent away...physically anyway. ;-)

    Head trips are okay, but they can be scary when there's nobody there with you.

    But then...maybe that's ultimately best? I don't know. And maybe...there is somebody there.

  12. Usually. Plato, Rousseau, Nietzsche, Freud...

    ...somebody who makes the trip worthwhile. ;)

  13. The solo trips are usually a LOT less enlightening, but I do get an occasional AHA!

    Or maybe it's a HA-HA. It's hard to distinguish, sometimes.

  14. Nietzsche definitely.
    Jung, too. (Read his autobiography.)

    It's difficult for me to rely on dead folks for enlightenment. I guess it's a weakness.

  15. Sorry... but for someone with "trust" issues, dead people make a GREAT source for enlightenment.

  16. btw - You should read JJ Rousseau's autobiography ("Confessions"). Talk about "trust" issues.

  17. I see it differently. I think that someone with trust issues cannot trust themselves, ultimately. I speak for myself.

    If you have trust issues, do you find it helpful or just comforting to read someone who is like-minded?

  18. I find it BOTH, but then, I "usually" trust myself. Perhaps that is what make my occasional "excursions" from reality so troubling. Either I shouldn't OR there really are people out there who are/were both "out to get me" AND "out to save me".

  19. I'm thinking on that.
    I suppose there could be, in either case.
    But living in fear of either doesn't seem a viable option.

    I think that there are some people who are "out to get" anybody. Some people are just miserable and want to hurt others for the thrill, a drug to dull their misery, I guess. Same goes for "saving" someone. ?? But they aren't too common...I hope.

    I suppose we all (okay...I!!) have both of those tendencies at times, but not to the extremes. I want to hurt when I've been hurt, and I want to help someone when I see them hurting. I'm working on keeping my hands off in both situations.

    Love/Grace, is doing just that, right?

    I don't know. I'm fairly clueless.

    It's been a shitty couple of days with my half-crazy uncle calling and texting me all hours of the night leaving profane messages of hatred and damnation.

    I swear.

    damned if you do, damned if you don't.

  20. damned if you do, damned if you don't.

    Life certainly is paradoxical. ;)