Venti di sale - Corde Oblique, Ashram, Flo

«Molte volte la cultura pu?

essere una forte

inibizione

(„questa maledetta cultura!“ esclamava Dubuffet).»

(Federico

Zeri)

Grotte rupestri lass?

spiazzano le menti pi?

gi?,

cubi di case

sono

spose del mare e del…

sale…

Venti di sale,

venti di chi…

sali vento di mare,

gioca con me…

mare, venti di mare,

venti di te,

venti di chi non risponde…

sali, vento di mare,

canta con me,

riporta

Dio nelle case e sali, vento di mare,

canta con me nelle lampare

nere,

scalda la notte e anche me.

Quante sono le menti che

incoraggiano

solo s?

stesse

e parlano di semplicit?,

che esiste solo nei romanzi.

Certe

canzoni attraversano

le mura con sacre ironie

e parlano, senza

parole,

quell’unica lingua ch'?

il suono:

«oh oh…»

Sono troppe le menti che

incoraggiano solo s?

stesse

e parlano di semplicit?,

che esiste

nei loro romanzi.

Certe canzoni accarezzano

le fronti con sacre ironie

parlano, senza parlare,

con l’unica lingua ch'?

il suono:

«oh oh…»

«A lot of times knoweldge can be a strong

inibition

(„this damned knoweldge“ said Dubuffet)»

(Federico Zeri)

Caves

in the rock over there,

they slang the minds down here,

cubes of houses, they

are

the brides of the sea and of…

salt…

Winds of salt,

winds of who…

raise, wind of the sea,

play with me…

sea, winds of the sea,

winds

of you,

winds of who doesn’t answer…

raise, wind of the sea,

sing with

me,

bring God back inside the houses, and

raise, wind of the sea,

sing with

me in the black lamparas,

warm the night and me too.

How many are the

minds who

only encourage themselves

and talk about «simplicity»,

a word that

exists just in their romances.

There are songs that

cross the walls with

sacred ironies,

they talk without words,

that unique language that is the

sound:

«oh oh…»

Too many are the minds that

encourage only

themselves

and talk about «simplicity»,

a word that exists just in their

romances.

There are songs that

caress the minds with sacred ironies,

they

talk without words,

that unique language that is the sound:

«oh oh…»

«Many times the culture can?

be strong

inhibition

(„This cursed culture!“ Exclaimed Dubuffet). "

(Federico

Zeros)

Rock caves up there?

displace the minds more?

already,

cubes of houses

I am

brides of the sea and ...

salt…

Twenty of salt,

twenty of whom ...

go up the sea wind,

play with me…

sea, sea winds,

twenty of you,

twenty of those who do not answer ...

come up, sea wind,

sing with me,

reports

God in the houses and salt, sea wind,

sing with me in the lamps

black,

warms the night and me too.

How many minds are that

encourage

only s?

same

and they speak of simplicity,

which exists only in novels.

Certain

songs go through

the walls with sacred ironies

and they speak, without

words,

that one language that?

the sound:

"Oh oh ..."

There are too many minds that

only encourage s?

same

and they speak of simplicity,

that exists

in their novels.

Some songs caress

the foreheads with sacred ironies

they speak, without speaking,

with the only language that?

the sound:

"Oh oh ..."

"A lot of times knoweldge can be a strong

inhibition

(„This damned knoweldge" said Dubuffet) "

(Federico Zeri)

Caves

in the rock over there,

they slang the minds down here,

cubes of houses, they

are

the brides of the sea and of…

jump ...

Winds of salt,

winds of who ...

raise, wind of the sea,

play with me ...

sea, winds of the sea,

winds

of you,

winds of who doesn't answer ...

raise, wind of the sea,

sing with

myself,

bring God back inside the houses, and

raise, wind of the sea,

sing with

me in the black lamparas,

warm the night and me too.

How many are the

minds who

only encourage themselves

and talk about "simplicity",

a word that

exists just in their romances.

There are songs that

cross the walls with

sacred ironies,

they talk without words,

that unique language that is the

sound:

"Oh oh ..."

Too many are the minds that

encourage only

themselves

and talk about "simplicity",

a word that exists just in their

romances.

There are songs that

caress the minds with sacred ironies,

they

talk without words,

that unique language that is the sound:

"Oh oh ..."