Hymne à la beauté

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Venga tu dal cielo o dall'inferno, che importa, Bellezza, mostro immane, mostro candido e fosco, se il tuo sguardo, il tuo piede, il tuo riso, le porte m'aprono a un infinito ch'amo e non conosco?
Arcangelo o sirena, da Satana o da Dio, che importa, o fata dagli occhi di velluto, luce, profumo, musica, unico bene mio, se rendi più dolce il mondo, meno triste il minuto?

London - first day

The Clash - London Calling

…and I’m coming back to “her”!

(Fonte: classicrockneverdies)

The Full Monty

(Fonte: corseque)

rumpled:

The Full Monty (1997)


Suffocation (by Madeline RM)
You take one. 
Drink. 
Wait.  
Everything’s gonna move around you. And you want to move too.  
Dance.  
Something inside you make you move like a puppet. The string attached to your hand rises and falls, the same to your legs, and all your body. 
You feel powerfull. 
You don’t care about people or other. You dance, 
you see, 
you kiss  
as never before. 
And that makes you finally  feel 
alive.

You take one. Drink. Wait.
Everything’s gonna move around you. And you want to move too. Dance.
Something inside you make you move like a puppet. The string attached to your hand rises and falls, the same to your legs, and all your body.
You feel powerfull. You don’t care about people or other.
You dance, you see, you kiss
as never before.
And that makes you finally
feel alive.

maudelynn:

Chorus Girls in Dance Class, by Alfred Eisenstaedt, c.1936

maudelynn:

Chorus Girls in Dance Class, by Alfred Eisenstaedt, c.1936