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lunedì 10 settembre 2012
domenica 9 settembre 2012
Hoobastank ♫ Slow Down
Sometimes I forget to breathe
Life can be overwhelming
Always pushing and pulling on me
Away from what really matters
And I keep forgetting to remind myself
I keep forgetting to remind myself
I keep forgetting to remind myself
Slow down
No one ever said this journey was a race
What's the hurry?
Slow down
I'll go anywhere I want at my own pace
Without a worry
I've gotta slow down
It's never easy letting go
When the feeling is so familar
Of always being in control
Maybe it's an illusion
Slow down
No one ever said this journey was a race
What's the hurry?
Slow down
I'll go anywhere I want at my own pace
Without a worry
Slow Down
Let go now
Slow Down
Slow Down
Let go now
Slow Down
I hope that it's not too late
Cause everything's all a blur
On and on
On and on
I hope that it's not too late
Cause everything's all a blur
On and on
On and on
I keep forgetting to remind myself
Life can be overwhelming
Always pushing and pulling on me
Away from what really matters
And I keep forgetting to remind myself
I keep forgetting to remind myself
I keep forgetting to remind myself
Slow down
No one ever said this journey was a race
What's the hurry?
Slow down
I'll go anywhere I want at my own pace
Without a worry
I've gotta slow down
It's never easy letting go
When the feeling is so familar
Of always being in control
Maybe it's an illusion
Slow down
No one ever said this journey was a race
What's the hurry?
Slow down
I'll go anywhere I want at my own pace
Without a worry
Slow Down
Let go now
Slow Down
Slow Down
Let go now
Slow Down
I hope that it's not too late
Cause everything's all a blur
On and on
On and on
I hope that it's not too late
Cause everything's all a blur
On and on
On and on
I keep forgetting to remind myself
Kahlil Joseph ~ Until The Quiet Comes
Directed by Kahlil Joseph
Music by Flying Lotus
Filmed on 35mm in Los Angeles, CA
sabato 8 settembre 2012
Diario Notturno 173
Non era distante dalla realtà una certa filosofia greca quando affermava che il Tempo misurasse soltanto l'esistenza delle cose.
Le forze della materia hanno anticipato quelle della vita e con ogni probabilità gli sopravviveranno. Quindi è verosimile immaginare che l'Universo rappresenti la durata di ciò che è inanimato.
Le forze della materia hanno anticipato quelle della vita e con ogni probabilità gli sopravviveranno. Quindi è verosimile immaginare che l'Universo rappresenti la durata di ciò che è inanimato.
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Jan Garup, Haïti |
Gerd Ludwig ~Tomorrowland: Astana
In northern Kazakhstan, a futuristic city has risen from the forsaken landscape and post-Soviet rubble. In 1997 President Nazarbayev had declared that the country’s capital would no longer be located in Almaty, Kazakhstan’s largest city. Built with zealous political ambition and oil money, and renamed Astana, it is Kazakhstan’s new capital city. Soviet-era buildings were demolished and replaced by soaring pinnacles of commerce, entertainment, and culture, designed by international star-architects like Norman Foster and Kisho Kurokawa. Perhaps most notably is the Baiterek, the monumental symbol of Astana. Representing a poplar tree, it is emblematic of Kazakhstan’s self-image: constructed of steel, concrete, and glass, it holds court in the middle of a majestic central avenue lined with futuristic buildings. The Palace of Peace and Reconciliation is a pyramid that spans 62 meters. A 400-million-dollar mall resembles a nomadic tent, and the President’s Palace looks like Washington’s White House. In a stunning contradiction of worlds, today’s Astana looks like a Manhattan-in-the-Steppe. As exotic as Dubai, it is lit at night like Disneyland, but in part displays the vast emptiness of North Korea’s capital city, Pyongyang. The results are eclectic, visually arresting, and not to everyone’s taste. But love it or hate it, Astana is brash and grandiose — and wildly attractive to young strivers seeking success.
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