trying to reason on the subject
harmony
we realized that we do not know
nothing but we recognize his leap of the
blood when an unusual body sings
in the amazement of a public in the hall
perhaps it may be that this body that is
stretched out in a hug of the world
this set of differences can be
that this is the harmony of life when
whitman states the song is for the
singer and to him back he knew well that the
singing when part in the return has
gathered all the passionate listening and
that eternity of life is in that
moment of the encounter between a voice and one
clash then harmony is a song
in the eternity of time
[Music]
then the night
[Applause]
now all
[Applause]
[Music]
[Applause]
[Music]
[Applause]
[Music]
I expect
[Applause]
[Music]
you feel all these
relationships
that advance are not verbal and screech
of scrap metal feet heels
naked to earth the land marked by
this passage
it makes noise like the ocean of whales
feel the plow of dreams makes furrows
deep
because the birds can not pray
they rain petals
pedals
half
[Music]
[Music]
Hello
[Music]
yes no
no
[Music]
[Applause]
[Music]
all
[Music]
holy holy holy holy holy all e
saint writes allen ginsberg
after which follows a list of names of
what’s this
now maybe it’s time to add to
that list to those holy ginsberg names
holy poetry holy mouths that say
poetry and poetry in pouring lapo
other mouths must be added saints
social media facebook because they are
antidote to the plague of this millennium
that is solitude
then we humans with our time
we will learn how to dose well to use
good for them to be an opportunity to meet
of bodies and bodies are full of expectations
of meetings for words to flourish
of curiosity of intelligence because the
words fill the heart of the world the
the heart of things maybe harmony is the
patience of looking for to talk to each other about life
with life
even the strange bodies like mine are
beautiful I thought I was ugly to see
but if there are
it means that I must be watched
I am every body even if it is different
someone’s child
I am too
in time, the list of things I would not have
could have been stretched out of all proportion
sure to hear it tell
I look a little sick
yet and while I look at myself I say to myself
I’m fine I’m fine
we are all children born of a body of
woman survived a labor at one
childbirth and with excellent probability
we will survive the next death
great andaloni ealoni and invoice
worn in such elegance by
uneven bodies, men, perhaps, so we are
we are all Ulysses we are bodies
that we wear the born and dead world of
placenta and placenta of black in black is
invasion of life even in form
obscure of absence
in the meantime, there is this life together
there is this opportunity that possibility
of joy together what we want to do
let us let those who think that death die out
it’s forever
or we want to win thinking that death
beauty is birth
hurts and gives the window a window
because humans say I was on the blood
blue the sky are green your eyes
knowing you was a pleasure
natural invitation to the party of living
harmony begins when a word is a
photon that crosses simultaneously
two loopholes your mouth and my eyes
will be a rainbow of skins will be a
market of looks and the sky the sky
deaf it was again will be a gesture will be a
kiss
it will be a trace to lead a love and
invasion of life we must learn to
choose the heart of words
we all need love
we all have a wellbeing from
reach to conquer but the heart
of words means that well-being is
be good and need love is one
tool to distinguish gods
cardiac tachycardias from wanting the other
really happy then the harmony is the
choice that we make between living
together or the dying of the other
if it is destiny that you die
we are the number more than enough and 6
we live less we are bigger the will be
our part of glory, please do not
to desire a single man more or less who
you do not feel the soul to fight
today go home
we will give him the pass and the
we will put money in the bag for the
travel
none of us would like to die in
company of someone who was afraid of
being a companion in death today is the
feast of the Crispin and Christian saints
the one who will survive in this day and
will return home will rise on the tips
hearing of mentioning this day and yes
will make it taller and show everyone his
scars and will say these wounds
I received the day of San Crispino
from whom you forget
here is that others will soon forget
I will remember the deeds with great pride
of this day
then our names familiar to him
as domestic words will be black
reminded toast and will relive a few
but important brands that today will fight
he will be my brother
then chart gentlemen now to bed in
homeland will be cursed for not being
stayed here with us and minutes in them
truth always do not mention who has
fought with us
today once I attacked I would have
the net friends
once again ori we will close the gap
with the bodies of our dead in time of
peace does not know it says so much to man
how much moderation
calm and unity but when it rings
at the time the tomb of war
then limited
the tiger’s action stiffened i
muscles appeal to your blood
hide the natural mildness under the
fury with a fierce face lent to
your looks a terrible expression
that the eyes peer through the
field casts like bronze cannons
tighten now the many
thin out the nostrils hold your breath
and you stretch each energy to the extreme each
preparatory is made six heart ready to
beating know your places has
donated 1
we are this is neither a theater all the
men will be free in a thousand years a
starting immediately and from my life
this handful of irreducible this is
nor a theater are bodies
we are all bodies each with his own
deficits enlisted in the army of art
theater engineers with a vision
of humanity that is not that of today
it is not that of today that dies under the
bombs that dies for alleged enmities
we are the majority of humanity
we are monica piero danielo stefania
maria stella alpina manuela luca sofia
alessandro jessica and many many
many others with all of you included
[Applause]
harmony
we realized that we do not know
nothing but we recognize his leap of the
blood when an unusual body sings
in the amazement of a public in the hall
perhaps it may be that this body that is
stretched out in a hug of the world
this set of differences can be
that this is the harmony of life when
whitman states the song is for the
singer and to him back he knew well that the
singing when part in the return has
gathered all the passionate listening and
that eternity of life is in that
moment of the encounter between a voice and one
clash then harmony is a song
in the eternity of time
[Music]
then the night
[Applause]
now all
[Applause]
[Music]
[Applause]
[Music]
[Applause]
[Music]
I expect
[Applause]
[Music]
you feel all these
relationships
that advance are not verbal and screech
of scrap metal feet heels
naked to earth the land marked by
this passage
it makes noise like the ocean of whales
feel the plow of dreams makes furrows
deep
because the birds can not pray
they rain petals
pedals
half
[Music]
[Music]
Hello
[Music]
yes no
no
[Music]
[Applause]
[Music]
all
[Music]
holy holy holy holy holy all e
saint writes allen ginsberg
after which follows a list of names of
what’s this
now maybe it’s time to add to
that list to those holy ginsberg names
holy poetry holy mouths that say
poetry and poetry in pouring lapo
other mouths must be added saints
social media facebook because they are
antidote to the plague of this millennium
that is solitude
then we humans with our time
we will learn how to dose well to use
good for them to be an opportunity to meet
of bodies and bodies are full of expectations
of meetings for words to flourish
of curiosity of intelligence because the
words fill the heart of the world the
the heart of things maybe harmony is the
patience of looking for to talk to each other about life
with life
even the strange bodies like mine are
beautiful I thought I was ugly to see
but if there are
it means that I must be watched
I am every body even if it is different
someone’s child
I am too
in time, the list of things I would not have
could have been stretched out of all proportion
sure to hear it tell
I look a little sick
yet and while I look at myself I say to myself
I’m fine I’m fine
we are all children born of a body of
woman survived a labor at one
childbirth and with excellent probability
we will survive the next death
great andaloni ealoni and invoice
worn in such elegance by
uneven bodies, men, perhaps, so we are
we are all Ulysses we are bodies
that we wear the born and dead world of
placenta and placenta of black in black is
invasion of life even in form
obscure of absence
in the meantime, there is this life together
there is this opportunity that possibility
of joy together what we want to do
let us let those who think that death die out
it’s forever
or we want to win thinking that death
beauty is birth
hurts and gives the window a window
because humans say I was on the blood
blue the sky are green your eyes
knowing you was a pleasure
natural invitation to the party of living
harmony begins when a word is a
photon that crosses simultaneously
two loopholes your mouth and my eyes
will be a rainbow of skins will be a
market of looks and the sky the sky
deaf it was again will be a gesture will be a
kiss
it will be a trace to lead a love and
invasion of life we must learn to
choose the heart of words
we all need love
we all have a wellbeing from
reach to conquer but the heart
of words means that well-being is
be good and need love is one
tool to distinguish gods
cardiac tachycardias from wanting the other
really happy then the harmony is the
choice that we make between living
together or the dying of the other
if it is destiny that you die
we are the number more than enough and 6
we live less we are bigger the will be
our part of glory, please do not
to desire a single man more or less who
you do not feel the soul to fight
today go home
we will give him the pass and the
we will put money in the bag for the
travel
none of us would like to die in
company of someone who was afraid of
being a companion in death today is the
feast of the Crispin and Christian saints
the one who will survive in this day and
will return home will rise on the tips
hearing of mentioning this day and yes
will make it taller and show everyone his
scars and will say these wounds
I received the day of San Crispino
from whom you forget
here is that others will soon forget
I will remember the deeds with great pride
of this day
then our names familiar to him
as domestic words will be black
reminded toast and will relive a few
but important brands that today will fight
he will be my brother
then chart gentlemen now to bed in
homeland will be cursed for not being
stayed here with us and minutes in them
truth always do not mention who has
fought with us
today once I attacked I would have
the net friends
once again ori we will close the gap
with the bodies of our dead in time of
peace does not know it says so much to man
how much moderation
calm and unity but when it rings
at the time the tomb of war
then limited
the tiger’s action stiffened i
muscles appeal to your blood
hide the natural mildness under the
fury with a fierce face lent to
your looks a terrible expression
that the eyes peer through the
field casts like bronze cannons
tighten now the many
thin out the nostrils hold your breath
and you stretch each energy to the extreme each
preparatory is made six heart ready to
beating know your places has
donated 1
we are this is neither a theater all the
men will be free in a thousand years a
starting immediately and from my life
this handful of irreducible this is
nor a theater are bodies
we are all bodies each with his own
deficits enlisted in the army of art
theater engineers with a vision
of humanity that is not that of today
it is not that of today that dies under the
bombs that dies for alleged enmities
we are the majority of humanity
we are monica piero danielo stefania
maria stella alpina manuela luca sofia
alessandro jessica and many many
many others with all of you included
[Applause]
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