The Thinker

After such a long time with absence of artistic inspiration, I've written a new song. This one expresses preciselly the absence of inspiration. I hope it gives the sensation of being-in-a-cage that I intended, and that it makes everyone think about the origin of this dissapearanca of time (it is the conquest of space, by all means), of progress (note Fukuyama's theory of the end of history and Baudrillard's theory of the illusion of the end). It's a shame you have to read it, for the music I've ...

The power of power resides not in the fact that it can control, determine and un-freedomize actions and thoughts, but that it can do that with hopes and fears. Our abilities are reduced by our limitations, and this is what makes us human beings: that our acts will never exceed our hopes, and our thoughts will never overcome our fears. We must look forward into the future, forgeting hopes and fears, and centering on the process of life.

These are four paragraphs I wrote an afternoon, without the need of reflection: they appeared in front of my mind as these words are appearing on the screen from the moment my fingers press the letters. The 'fingers' in my mind are the experiences. There is no connection between them, not even in area, but they all are interesting observations. I hope they make the reader think, on life and nature, but, most importantly, on his life and his nature. To create the feeling of identification is the ...

Here I give a selection of my favourite parts of songs by Pink Floyd.

This I dedicate to my school teachers, and anyone who thinks schools are good educational institutions:
We don't need no education
We don't need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teachers leave the kids alone
Hey teacher leave us kids alone
All in all you're just another brick in the wall
All in all you're just another brick in the wall ...

Into what philosophy means to me, I quote the Irish writer Oscar Wilde, who, in his letter De Profundis, coincided his feelings to nature with mine to philosophy: “Society, as we have constituted it, will have no place for me, has none to offer; but nature, whose sweet rains fall on unjust and just alike, will have clefts in the rocks where I may hide, and secret valleys in whose silence I may sweep undisturbed. She will hang the night with stars so that I may walk abroad in the darkness without ...