Simple Twist of Fate (Bob Dylan)

foto: Mario Spinola, attendendo la Nord del Gran Paradiso, Giugno 2011

They sat together in the park
As the evening sky grew dark
She looked at him and he felt a spark tingle to his bones
’Twas then he felt alone and wished that he’d gone straight
And watched out for a simple twist of fate

They walked along by the old canal
A little confused, I remember well
And stopped into a strange hotel with a neon burnin’ bright
He felt the heat of the night hit him like a freight train
Moving with a simple twist of fate

A saxophone someplace far off played
As she was walkin’ by the arcade
As the light bust through a beat-up shade where he was wakin’ up,
She dropped a coin into the cup of a blind man at the gate
And forgot about a simple twist of fate

He woke up, the room was bare
He didn’t see her anywhere
He told himself he didn’t care, pushed the window open wide
Felt an emptiness inside to which he just could not relate
Brought on by a simple twist of fate

He hears the ticking of the clocks
And walks along with a parrot that talks
Hunts her down by the waterfront docks where the sailors all come in
Maybe she’ll pick him out again, how long must he wait
Once more for a simple twist of fate

People tell me it’s a sin
To know and feel too much within
I still believe she was my twin, but I lost the ring
She was born in spring, but I was born too late
Blame it on a simple twist of fate

I'll remember you (Bob Dylan)

foto: Mario Spinola, il ritorno dalla grande parete, Giugno 2011

I'll remember you
When I've forgotten all the rest,
You to me were true,
You to me were the best.
When there is no more,
You cut to the core
Quicker than anyone I knew.
When I'm all alone
In the great unknown,
I'll remember you.

I'll remember you
At the end of the trail,
I had so much left to do,
I had so little time to fail.
There's some people that
You don't forget,
Even though you've only seen'm
One time or two.
When the roses fade
And I'm in the shade,
I'll remember you.

Didn't I, didn't I try to love you?
Didn't I, didn't I try to care?
Didn't I sleep, didn't I weep beside you
With the rain blowing in your hair?

I'll remember you
When the wind blows through the piney wood.
It was you who came right through,
It was you who understood.
Though I'd never say
That I done it the way
That you'd have liked me to.
In the end,
My dear sweet friend,
I'll remember you.

il Viandante (Schmidt)

foto: Pietro Galli, la parete del Rosa, Settembre 2008

Vengo dalla montagna,
La vallata è piena di nebbia, il mare mugghia
Cammino in silenzio, il cuore è gonfio di tristezza
Sospirando, non smetto di domandare: dove?

Il sole mia appare così freddo,
Il fiore appassito, la vita così carica d'anni,
E ciò che mormorano non è che un'eco vana,
Ovunque sono straniero.

Dove sei patria mia amata?
Inseguita, sentita e mai trovata?
Patria, patria ove la speranza risplende,
Patria, ove fioriscono le rose.

Dove i miei amici camminano,
dove i miei morti resuscitano,
patria che la mia stessa lingua parla,
O patria, dove sei?

Cammino in silenzio, il cuore è gonfio di tristezza,
Non smetto di domandare, sospirando: dove?
Una voce di morte in un sussurro mi risponde:
"Dove non sei, lì è la felicità".

Ciao Walter

Ventanas (Van de Sfroos)

foto: Andrea Prina, l'infinto tutto attorno, Luglio 2011

Veent de segunda risma,
svolza la föja ferma...
veent a cavàll de l'unda
ogni pees lassa che'l funda...

Sbroja tüta la matassa,
quajcoss ciàpa quajcoss làssa...
tira tira drizz el fiil
e pö làssa che'l se rillàssa...

Veent cunt'el pàss balòss
quell che vöri mea tirum via de dòss
slàrga el fiaa e bùfa in giir i stell,
lassa el to' disegn in sö la mia pell...

Tirum via la smàgia
della mia pagüüra
e scancela el pass
de quaand che gira l'ura...

Ciàpa i mè suspiir
e porta indree i suriis
basa la muntagna
cunt i cavej griis....

Neta la mia fàcia
neta la mia umbrìa
fàmm una carèzza
prèma de nà via....

Like a Rock (Bob Seger)

foto: Pietro Galli, lo Stolember all'alba, Luglio 2009

Stood there boldly
Sweatin' in the sun
Felt like a million
Felt like number one
The height of summer
I'd never felt that strong
Like a rock

I was eighteen
Didn't have a care
Working for peanuts
Not a dime to spare
But I was lean and
Solid everywhere
Like a rock

My hands were steady
My eyes were clear and bright
My walk had purpose
My steps were quick and light
And I held firmly
To what I felt was right
Like a rock

Like a rock, I was strong as I could be
Like a rock, nothin' ever got to me
Like a rock, I was something to see
Like a rock

And I stood arrow straight
Unencumbered by the weight
Of all these hustlers and their schemes
I stood proud, I stood tall
High above it all
I still believed in my dreams

Twenty years now
Where'd they go?
Twenty years
I don't know
Sit and I wonder sometimes
Where they've gone

And sometimes late at night
When I'm bathed in the firelight
The moon comes callin' a ghostly white
And I recall
Recall

Like a rock. standin' arrow straight
Like a rock, chargin' from the gate
Like a rock, carryin' the weight
Like a rock

Like a rock, the sun upon my skin
Like a rock, hard against the wind
Like a rock, I see myself again
Like a rock

Born to be Wild (Steppenwolf)

foto: Mario Spinola, tornando dalla Grand Rochere, Maggio 2011

Get your motor running
Head out on the highway
Looking for adventure
In whatever comes our way

Yeah, darling
Gonna make it happen
Take the world in a love embrace
Fire all of your guns at once and
Explode into space

I like smoke and lightning
Heavy metal thunder
Racing in the wind
And the feeling that I'm under

Yeah, darling
Gonna make it happen
Take the world in a love embrace
Fire all of your guns at once and
Explode into space

Like a true nature child
We were born
Born to be wild
We have climbed so high
Never want to die
Born to be wild
Born to be wild

Behind Blue Eyes (The Who)

foto: il Duca, la via verso il cielo, Aprile 2011

No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
No one knows what it's like
To be hated
To be fated
To telling only lies

But my dreams
They aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be

I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free

No one knows what it's like
To feel these feelings
Like I do
And I blame you

No one bites back as hard
On their anger
None of my pain and woe
Can show through

But my dreams
They aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be

I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free

When my fist clenches, crack it open
Before I use it and lose my cool
When I smile, tell me some bad news
Before I laugh and act like a fool

If I swallow anything evil
Put your finger down my throat
If I shiver, please give me a blanket
Keep me warm, let me wear your coat

No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes

Time (Pink Floyd)

foto: il Duca


attraversando i nevai


Giugno 2009












Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine
Staying home to watch the rain
And you are young and life is long
And there is time to kill today
And then one day you find
Ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run
You missed the starting gun

And you run, and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter
Never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to nought
Or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desparation is the English way
The time is gone
The song is over
Thought I'd something more to say

Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
When I come home cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells

The Rising (Bruce Springsteen)

Foto: Gustavo Corti, una mano sulle rocce del Rwenzori, Giugno 2006

Can't see nothin' in front of me
Can't see nothin' coming up behind
I make my way through this darkness
I can't feel but this chain that binds me
Lost track of how far I've gone
How far I've gone, how high I've climbed
On my back a sixty pound stone
On my shoulder a half mile line

Come on up for the rising
come on up, lay your hands in mine
Come on up for the rising
Come on up for the rising tonight

Left the house this morning
Bells ringing filled the air
Wearin' the cross of my calling
On wheels of fire I come rollin' down here

Come on up for the rising
Come on up, lay your hands in mine
Come on up for the rising
Come on up for the rising tonight

Spirits above and behind me
Faces gone, black eyes burnin' bright
May their precious blood forever bind me
Lord as I stand before your fiery light

I see you Mary in the garden
In a garden of a thousand sighs
There's holy pictures of our children
Dancin' in a sky filled with light
May I feel your arms around me
May I feel my blood mix with mine
A dream of life comes to me
Like a catfish dancin' on the end of the line

Sky of blackness and sorrow (a dream of life)
Sky of love, sky of tears (a dream of life)
Sky of glory and sadness (a dream of life)
Sky of mercy, sky of fear (a dream of life)
Sky of memory and shadow (a dream of life)
Your burnin' wind fills my arms tonight
Sky of longing and emptiness (a dream of life)
Sky of fullness, sky of blessed life (a dream of life)

Come on up for the rising
Come on up, lay your hands in mine
Come on up for the rising
Come on up for the rising tonight

Born Free (Kid Rock)

foto: Pizzo di Gino, in Cima, Gennaio 2011

Fast, on a rough road riding
High, through the mountains climbing
Twisting, turning further from my home.
Young, like a new moon rising
Fierce, through the rain and lightning
Wandering out into this great unknown.

And I don't want no one to cry,
But tell 'em if I don't survive:

I was born free!

Free, like a river raging
Strong, if the wind I'm facing.
Chasing dreams and racing fathered time.
Deep like the grandest canyon,
Wild like an untamed stallion.
If you can't see my heart you must be blind.

You can knock me down and watch me bleed
But you can't keep no chains on me.

I was born free!

And I'm not good at long goodbyes,
But look down deep into my eyes,

I was born free!

Calm, facing danger,
Lost like an unknown stranger,
Grateful, for my time with no regrets.
Close to my destination,
Tired, frail and achin',
Waitin' patiently for the sun to set.

And when it's done believe that
I will yell it from that mountain high!

I was born free!

I will bow to shining seas
And celebrate God's grace on me!

da "Solid Rock" (Dire Straits)

foto: Mario Spinola, salendo il canale dell'Arera, Dicembre 2010

I wanna live on solid rock
I'm gonna live on solid rock
I wanna give I don't wanna be blocked
I'm gonna live on solid rock
I'm solid rock now