March, 7th, 2015

REQUIEM DE L’HEUREUX QUI AIME

Finisce sempre così. Con la morte. Prima, però, c’è stata la vita, nascosta sot to il bla bla bla bla bla. È tut to sedimenta to sot to il chiacchiericcio e il rumore. Il silenzio e il sentimen to. L’emozione e la paura. Gli sparuti incostanti sprazzi di bellezza. E poi lo squallore disgrazia to e l’uomo miserabile. Tut to sepol to dalla coperta dell’imbarazzo dello stare al mon do. Blah. Blah. Blah. Blah. Altrove, c’è l’altrove. Io non mi occupo dell’altrove. Dunque, che ques to romanzo abbia inizio. In fon do, è solo un trucco. Sì, è solo un trucco.” #LAGRANDEBELLEZZA #PAOLOSORRENTINO
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Molti pensano che un funerale, sia un even to causale, privo di regole. Non è così. Il funerale è l’appuntamen to mondain par excellence. A un funerale, #ReiKawakubo @commedesgarconsofficial non dimentica, si va in scena .. con la musique macabre di #MaxRichter. As I lay on the cold cement ground, my back pushing between the cracks, my arms spread like an angels wings, so heavy I can’t lift a finger, my heart spread across my sleeve and the colour in my eyes fading as I numbly stare in to the darkening clouds building mass, a couple of rain drops spill, hobbling down my paling cheeks, replacing the tears these ducts dried up of a very long time ago and I begin to forget why I’m here, my sadness still there, my dreams, my passions, the person I wished to become, all distancing at once, I finally realise, it wasn’t death I wished for this entire time, no the agony hadn’t disappeared along with the rest of my essence, It’s at that point, when the world turns in to a blurry haze, I realise what I had actually wished for. I had wished in the moment of fearing death that I might, for a brief instance, experience for the first time, what wanting to stay alive felt like. Do I wish you farewell… or should I curse you for my terrorising pain? Who knows. I haven’t decided yet. I don’t care enough to. I see nothing before me, yet I’m aware of what I’m expecting, as though you’re about to enter a room you haven’t yet opened the door to but you’ve already seen what’s inside. Hell of my paradise.
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#ALESSANDROBERGA | L’ÉDITOR
#PARIS #PFW #MODEDIPLOMATIQUE (at Muséum national d’His toire naturelle)