tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12354270994947276712024-03-29T03:31:35.725+01:00postplexby Paolo MargariPaolo Margarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07621888447490327550noreply@blogger.comBlogger285125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235427099494727671.post-63658340172663176672023-11-06T21:50:00.001+01:002024-01-10T01:08:04.183+01:00suspension<p>no resilience before starting<br />almost there in a war<br />recappin', loading the spring<br />enjoying the breeze a bit more...<br />a suspension feels so good</p><p>till the start, when it’s done<br />secret dusk on your own<br />and wishing more more more more...<br />but it won’t last, cos it’s good</p><p><iframe allow="autoplay" frameborder="no" height="166" scrolling="no" src="https://w.soundcloud.com/player/?url=https%3A//api.soundcloud.com/tracks/1277820853&color=%23333333&auto_play=false&hide_related=false&show_comments=true&show_user=true&show_reposts=false&show_teaser=true" width="100%"></iframe></p><div style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Interstate, "Lucida Grande", "Lucida Sans Unicode", "Lucida Sans", Garuda, Verdana, Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; font-weight: 100; line-break: anywhere; overflow: hidden; text-overflow: ellipsis; white-space: nowrap; word-break: normal;"><a href="https://soundcloud.com/style-disorder" style="color: #cccccc; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank" title="Style Disorder">Style Disorder</a> · <a href="https://soundcloud.com/style-disorder/suspension" style="color: #cccccc; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank" title="Suspension">Suspension</a></div>
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<div><br /></div><div><div><i>nessuna resilienza prima di cominciare</i></div><div><i>ci siamo quasi, in una guerra</i></div><div><i>ricapitolando, caricando la molla</i></div><div><i>godendo la brezza un po' più a lungo...</i></div><div><i>una sospensione fa stare così bene</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>sino all'inizio, quando sarà finita</i></div><div><i>un crepuscolo segreto, per conto proprio</i></div><div><i>desiderando ancora di più, di più, di più, di più...</i></div><div><i>ma non durerà, perché fa bene</i></div></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i> <span><a name='more'></a></span></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">PostPlex by Paolo Margari </div>Paolo Margarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07621888447490327550noreply@blogger.com1040 Etterbeek, Belgium50.8305816 4.389984822.520347763821157 -30.7662652 79.140815436178855 39.5462348tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235427099494727671.post-2397593936315935792023-11-01T00:04:00.013+01:002024-01-23T04:49:02.059+01:00shopping<div><div>All the longing that's sought</div><div>only to grasp what is bought </div><div>Waste is ready for the flock</div><div>all that fog, won't go</div><div><br /></div><div>All the wantings, every note</div><div>Just to hold what could be bought</div><div>Bundled as one, trivial stock, </div><div>through the fog, no more</div><div><br /></div><div>All the longing that's sought</div><div>only to grasp what is bought </div><div>Waste is ready for the floor</div><div>all that fog, won't go</div><div><br /></div><div>All the wantings, every door</div><div>Just to hold what should be thrown</div><div>Bundled as one, trivial stock, </div><div>through the fog, won't go</div></div><div><br /></div>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><img alt="Post shopping in Catania, Sicily. Photo by Paolo Margari" border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="600" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6bVguZpHPwPngf3U2dvy3txawKrKV_RuD1XtuKVnr1nFdtFjPRNadBDowPJA9MWAlch5emO7nP0Sx7EelRW6hRI81fQyGJ4arGxSPBvoS4dxQqCSE3QPAXK_RcVOoTqRyeRDQCM7Da3IXJyZUf7yyHfjdhttRBcGBwSrh7mfQLR_pjt6w6dPB5xhvTKg/s1600/shopping_catania_sicily.jpg"/></div> <div class="blogger-post-footer">PostPlex by Paolo Margari </div>Paolo Margarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07621888447490327550noreply@blogger.comBrussels, Belgium50.8476424 4.357169622.537408563821153 -30.7990804 79.157876236178851 39.5134196tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235427099494727671.post-4931545237659851712023-10-23T20:27:00.022+02:002024-01-13T18:56:29.524+01:00genocides<p>Calm her, there is a breakdown<br />switching framing wasn't smooth, and trust is missing</p><p>Tell her some pillars won't last<br />this rage outbreak won't stop, false truths are sinking</p><p>Try to minimise, sheep tend to forget<br />she just backed another genocide and has nothing to regret</p><p>Crappy roots won't lie, her friends are feeling great<br />for many years ahead bloody cash will keep them safe </p><p><br /></p>
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<div><br /></div><div><div><i>Nello sviluppo della produzione, nel corso degli anni, gran parte delle fasi di progettazione potrebbero essere evitate. Sono solo maquillage, praticamente inutili.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>I cambiamenti non necessari, se adottati in una certa misura, determinano o modellano le tendenze estetiche della moda. I cambiamenti necessari, invece, si riferiscono alle tendenze delle pratiche industriali e, a una scala di conoscenza più elevata, quando sono considerati rivoluzionari, ai paradigmi.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>Per essere efficaci, i cambiamenti – necessari o meno – devono essere adottati. Costringerli (ad esempio per legge), senza un grado di adozione spontaneo e rilevante, non garantirà la loro sopravvivenza una volta terminata l'imposizione.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>Le tendenze più efficaci e durature (sia estetiche che sostanziali) vengono adottate inconsciamente dalla maggioranza degli adottanti, per imitazione di leader culturali, ovvero agitatori (indipendenti) o evangelisti (prevenuti dal cliente) o replica di massa a scopo di accettazione.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>La costante corsa al profitto che alimenta l'ingiusto processo di accumulazione determinato e accolto dal capitalismo (un'ideologia politica come tutti i modelli economici) è il motore principale dei cambiamenti progettuali - non necessariamente un'evoluzione -, in particolare di quelli superficiali, ovvero gli stili.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>Le fasi di progettazione sono la prova di un'obsolescenza programmata – sia essa tecnica o estetica – spesso supportata da leggi che in teoria hanno lo scopo opposto.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>Il profitto è un cattivo profeta. </i></div></div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer">PostPlex by Paolo Margari </div>Paolo Margarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07621888447490327550noreply@blogger.com1040 Etterbeek, Belgium50.8305816 4.389984822.520347763821157 -30.7662652 79.140815436178855 39.5462348tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235427099494727671.post-82019242783095355462023-09-15T07:52:00.004+02:002024-01-08T14:40:10.121+01:00nozze<p>Il fanatismo della mediocrità va a nozze col feticcio della meschinità.</p>
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<iframe seamless="" src="https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/track=817873880/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=333333/tracklist=false/transparent=true/" style="border: 0; height: 442px; width: 350px;"><a href="https://paolomargari.bandcamp.com/track/trust">Trust by Paolo Margari</a></iframe><div><br /></div><div><i>The fanaticism of mediocrity goes together with the fetish of meanness.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i> </i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">PostPlex by Paolo Margari </div>Paolo Margarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07621888447490327550noreply@blogger.com1040 Etterbeek, Belgium50.8305816 4.389984822.520347763821157 -30.7662652 79.140815436178855 39.5462348tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235427099494727671.post-41336337357373146292023-09-07T06:14:00.011+02:002024-01-06T03:47:20.563+01:00autenticità<p>L'autenticità è l'espressione del proprio io, e può permettersi dei vizi.</p><p>I vizi dovrebbero restare una velenosa, circoscritta distrazione dalle ragioni del proprio io, con lo scopo di apprendere esplorando, sperimentando o semplicemente di alleggerire il peso di una costante analisi, abbracciando i piaceri dell'illusione che ogni vizio porta con sè.</p><p>Il contrario - ossia immaginare una situazione viziata che si concede autenticità - non può accadere, poiché il vizio si nutre di autenticità, e delle ragioni dell'io che la deteeminano, annullandone la presenza e il potenziale ricordo sostanziale (ciò che può sopravvivere all'oblio).</p><p>Fra i vizi dalla più pronunciata letalità, vi sono le credenze. </p><p>Ciascun credo è la base della segregazione, dapprima mentale e talvolta, in uno stadio avanzato, fisica.</p><p>Dunque ogni credo lede l'autenticità.</p><p>Può coesistere in minime dosi, ma qialora dal futile o faceto ricorso si passasse all'abuso di credenze, verso una forma totalizzante pee la mente, l'autenticità della stessa scompare, prevaricata dalla schiavitù nei confronti di vizi che genera e giustificazione varie forme di segregazione. </p><hr />
<iframe allow="autoplay" frameborder="no" height="166" scrolling="no" src="https://w.soundcloud.com/player/?url=https%3A//api.soundcloud.com/tracks/1598275623&color=%23333333&auto_play=false&hide_related=false&show_comments=true&show_user=true&show_reposts=false&show_teaser=true" width="100%"></iframe><div style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Interstate, "Lucida Grande", "Lucida Sans Unicode", "Lucida Sans", Garuda, Verdana, Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; font-weight: 100; line-break: anywhere; overflow: hidden; text-overflow: ellipsis; white-space: nowrap; word-break: normal;"><a href="https://soundcloud.com/style-disorder" style="color: #cccccc; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank" title="Style Disorder">Style Disorder</a> · <a href="https://soundcloud.com/style-disorder/twilights" style="color: #cccccc; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank" title="Twilights">Twilights</a></div><div style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Interstate, "Lucida Grande", "Lucida Sans Unicode", "Lucida Sans", Garuda, Verdana, Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; font-weight: 100; line-break: anywhere; overflow: hidden; text-overflow: ellipsis; white-space: nowrap; word-break: normal;"><br /></div><div style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Interstate, "Lucida Grande", "Lucida Sans Unicode", "Lucida Sans", Garuda, Verdana, Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; font-weight: 100; line-break: anywhere; overflow: hidden; text-overflow: ellipsis; white-space: nowrap; word-break: normal;"><br /></div><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/X1_A64Fz_Ak?si=cAitcbA-V1RUOOTd" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe><div><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer">PostPlex by Paolo Margari </div>Paolo Margarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07621888447490327550noreply@blogger.comBrussels, Belgium50.8476424 4.357169622.537408563821153 -30.7990804 79.157876236178851 39.5134196tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235427099494727671.post-58029119963533238602023-08-27T00:14:00.005+02:002023-12-26T04:59:26.155+01:00momento<p>Comunque la si pensi, la razionalità non porta lontano. Al massimo ottimizza il percorso, quando si conosce un obiettivo (situazione non scontata vista l'enorme mole di replicanti perennemente in autopilot mode col freno a mano).</p><p>Gli obiettivi, i percorsi e le ottimizzazioni sono pippe per i mattinieri. </p><p>Il giorno ci copre, la notte ci veste. </p><p>Io non voglio essere portato da nessuna parte. Preferisco stare in disparte, osservando una caterva di disfatte.</p><hr />
<iframe allow="autoplay" frameborder="no" height="166" scrolling="no" src="https://w.soundcloud.com/player/?url=https%3A//api.soundcloud.com/tracks/1624487640&color=%23100909&auto_play=false&hide_related=true&show_comments=false&show_user=true&show_reposts=false&show_teaser=false" width="100%"></iframe><div style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Interstate, "Lucida Grande", "Lucida Sans Unicode", "Lucida Sans", Garuda, Verdana, Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; font-weight: 100; line-break: anywhere; overflow: hidden; text-overflow: ellipsis; white-space: nowrap; word-break: normal;"><a href="https://soundcloud.com/style-disorder" style="color: #cccccc; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank" title="Style Disorder">Style Disorder</a> · <a href="https://soundcloud.com/style-disorder/prompt" style="color: #cccccc; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank" title="Prompt">Prompt</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">PostPlex by Paolo Margari </div>Paolo Margarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07621888447490327550noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235427099494727671.post-88950622584410375192023-08-20T21:42:00.010+02:002024-01-06T03:42:36.682+01:00today<div><div>frozen by routine </div><div>addicted to background noise</div><div>not to hear the screech of guilt</div><div><br /></div><div>lost despite I found the map</div><div>of this senseless maze</div><div>where the exit is the entry point</div><div><br /></div><div>while the time is rolling around</div><div>I was just thinking of you</div><div>isolating from all that madness</div><div><br /></div><div>trying to get away from the crowd</div><div>in a place where to stay</div><div>making love and not caring</div><div>if it’s night or day</div></div><div><div>if it’s night today</div><div><div>if it’s night or day</div></div><div><div>if it’s not today</div></div><div><br /></div></div><span><a name='more'></a></span><div><br /></div><div>
<iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/UTAu9udhj3c" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe></div><div><br /></div><span><!--more--></span><div><br /></div><div><div><i>immobilizzato dalla routine, assuefatto dal rumore di fondo per non sentire il crepitio della colpa</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>perso, nonostante abbia trovato la mappa di questo labirinto senza senso, in cui l'uscita è il punto di partenza</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>mentre il tempo scorre stavo pensando a te, isolandomi da quel caos</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>cercando di allontanarmi dalla folla, spostandomi in un posto dove possiamo stare insieme. fare l'amore e fregarcene se è notte o giorno, se oggi è notte, se è notte o giorno, se non è oggi</i></div></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><span><!--more--></span><i><br /></i></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">PostPlex by Paolo Margari </div>Paolo Margarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07621888447490327550noreply@blogger.com1040 Etterbeek, Belgium50.8305816 4.389984822.520347763821157 -30.7662652 79.140815436178855 39.5462348tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235427099494727671.post-69157877334084942122023-08-11T03:54:00.013+02:002024-01-06T08:17:48.410+01:00mess<p>while you're waiting, set me free<br />while you're thinking of you and me<br />time runs so fast<br />people never know</p><p>you think two contracts and then don't think<br />you talk of lies and then don't speak<br />you keep on changing all ways being<br />the same to meat</p><p>until your age turns too big<br />until your faith does tell me<br />whatever could be true<br />was far away from me and you </p><p>my memories and then my feel<br />your fears end your big smile<br />it's our postmodern threat <br />we'll free ourselves outside this mess</p><p><i>(milan, 2012)</i></p><hr />
<iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/uc1_DcVNslU" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe><div><br /></div><div><div><i>mentre aspetti, liberami</i></div><div><i>mentre pensi a te e a me</i></div><div><i>il tempo scorre troppo veloce</i></div><div><i>la gente non sa mai nulla</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>pensi a un paio di contratti e poi smetti di pensare</i></div><div><i>parli di bugie e poi smetti di parlare</i></div><div><i>continui a cambiare modo di essere</i></div><div><i>così come fai con la carne</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>fin qando la tua età non diventerà troppo grande</i></div><div><i>finché la tua fede non me lo rivelerà</i></div><div><i>qualunque cosa possa essere stata reale</i></div><div><i>era lontana da me e da te</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>i miei ricordi, e quindi le mie sensazioni</i></div><div><i>le tue paure mettono fine al tuo grande sorriso</i></div><div><i>è la nostra minaccia postmoderna</i></div><div><i>ce ne libereremo, al di fuori di questo casino</i></div></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><span><a name='more'></a></span><i><br /></i></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">PostPlex by Paolo Margari </div>Paolo Margarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07621888447490327550noreply@blogger.comMilan, Metropolitan City of Milan, Italy45.4642035 9.18998217.153969663821158 -25.966268 73.774437336178849 44.346232tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235427099494727671.post-1988657626072438152023-07-29T03:03:00.006+02:002023-12-26T03:22:09.358+01:00places<p>Visit and, if you have to, plant your roots in living places rather than fictional showcases set up for the season with temporary and poorly qualified jobs. </p><p>Peripherical regions believe themselves as 'the centre' and hope for an eternal 'relaunch', yet lack the 'launch'.</p><p>The vocation of a periphery should be its own marginality and not the chase towards economic flows that generate a cultural flattening, even in expressions where puppets are built with the illusion of recalling naturally dead traditions. </p><p>Enjoy these coins, if they ever arrive, as a handout from the centre, to create a new market to colonise. In addition to those gleaned from plucking flocks of tired sheep, still willing to graze in the insignificant and circumscribed hours of air of their existence in a place distinguished only by its name. </p><p>Places are not brands! Natural places are the fruit of the daily construction of those living there. </p><p>Few people feel a deep sense of belonging to a place today. Many trample them underfoot with the presumption of defending them, others suffer with the illusion of being pampered by them, and others finally don't give a damn because they don't believe in borders, all the more so when they justify exclusive and partial economic ambitions. </p><hr>
<iframe width="100%" height="166" scrolling="no" frameborder="no" allow="autoplay" src="https://w.soundcloud.com/player/?url=https%3A//api.soundcloud.com/tracks/1514467171&color=%23100909&auto_play=false&hide_related=true&show_comments=false&show_user=true&show_reposts=false&show_teaser=false"></iframe><div style="font-size: 10px; color: #cccccc;line-break: anywhere;word-break: normal;overflow: hidden;white-space: nowrap;text-overflow: ellipsis; font-family: Interstate,Lucida Grande,Lucida Sans Unicode,Lucida Sans,Garuda,Verdana,Tahoma,sans-serif;font-weight: 100;"><a href="https://soundcloud.com/style-disorder" title="Style Disorder" target="_blank" style="color: #cccccc; text-decoration: none;">Style Disorder</a> · <a href="https://soundcloud.com/style-disorder/serendipity" title="Serendipity" target="_blank" style="color: #cccccc; text-decoration: none;">Serendipity</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">PostPlex by Paolo Margari </div>Paolo Margarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07621888447490327550noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235427099494727671.post-10689181563930411582023-07-25T22:42:00.007+02:002024-01-06T04:01:16.543+01:00ignoring<div><div>ignoring tomorrow is feeling like</div><div>in shades of dusk beyond a dyke</div><div>a box of moves is lost in mind</div><div>bypassed by rituals freezing time</div><div><br /></div><div>ignoring tomorrow is feeling like</div><div>a bubble suspended, a pleasure spike</div><div>postponing look and feel</div><div>to catch the deal, to chase another try</div><div><br /></div><div>projecting tomorrow without a light</div><div>absorbed by strengths that rule the night</div><div>pretending it will be, you talk to me</div><div>while silent all this time</div><div><br /></div><div><div>ignoring tomorrow is feeling like</div><div>a bubble suspended, a pleasure spike</div></div><div><div>a box of moves is lost in mind</div><div>bypassed by rituals freezing time</div></div></div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div> <iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/_NP7qgEVmo4" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe></div><div><br /></div><div><div><i>ignorare il domani è come sentirsi nelle ombre del crepuscolo, al di là di una diga</i></div><div><i>un contenitore di comportamenti si perde nella mente, bypassato dalle abitudini che immobilizzano il tempo</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>ignorare il domani è sentirsi come una bolla sospesa, un picco di piacere</i></div><div><i>rimandando l'aspetto estetico per cogliere l'occasione, o per inseguire un ennesimo tentativo</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>proiettando il domani senza alcuna luce, assorbita dalle forze che governano la notte</i></div><div><i>fingendo che qualcosa accadrà, continui a parlarmi in silenzio, per tutto questo tempo</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>ignorare il domani è sentirsi come una bolla sospesa, un picco di piacere</i></div><div><i>un contenitore di comportamenti si perde nella mente scavalcata dalle abitudini che bloccano il tempo</i></div></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><span><a name='more'></a></span><i><br /></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">PostPlex by Paolo Margari </div>Paolo Margarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07621888447490327550noreply@blogger.com1040 Etterbeek, Belgium50.8305816 4.389984822.520347763821157 -30.7662652 79.140815436178855 39.5462348tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235427099494727671.post-36008328550423975052023-05-30T20:36:00.009+02:002024-01-06T08:17:03.896+01:00without<p>Stand above, trust your mind<br />earn the trust, share your shine<br />leave the contrast in a void<br />feed your pleasure with a smile<br />skip a painful waiting line<br />live the moment when it's time<br />hunt the essence, love your choice<br />scrap the surface, shun the noise</p><p>I wonder how to be without you and feeling dazed and confused<br />chasing a meaning, missing your touch<br />drowning in blue</p><p>I wonder how to live without your care and wasting days with no clue<br />just moving to survive<br />lost in a loo[p]</p><hr />
<iframe allow="autoplay" frameborder="no" height="166" scrolling="no" src="https://w.soundcloud.com/player/?url=https%3A//api.soundcloud.com/tracks/1698696633&color=%23100909&auto_play=false&hide_related=true&show_comments=false&show_user=true&show_reposts=false&show_teaser=false" width="100%"></iframe><div style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Interstate, "Lucida Grande", "Lucida Sans Unicode", "Lucida Sans", Garuda, Verdana, Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; font-weight: 100; line-break: anywhere; overflow: hidden; text-overflow: ellipsis; white-space: nowrap; word-break: normal;"><a href="https://soundcloud.com/style-disorder" style="color: #cccccc; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank" title="Style Disorder">Style Disorder</a> · <a href="https://soundcloud.com/style-disorder/without" style="color: #cccccc; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank" title="Without">Without</a></div><hr /><div><i>Resta al di sopra, fidati della tua mente</i></div><div><i>guadagna la fiducia, condividi il tuo splendore</i></div><div><i>lascia il contrasto nel vuoto</i></div><div><i>alimenta il tuo piacere con un sorriso</i></div><div><i>salta una dolorosa fila d'attesa</i></div><div><i>vivi il momento quando è il momento</i></div><div><i>caccia l'essenza, ama la tua scelta</i></div><div><i>raschia la superficie, evita il rumore</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>Mi chiedo come poter stare senza di te e sentirmi stordito e confuso</i></div><div><i>inseguendo un significato, perdendo il tuo tocco</i></div><div><i>annegando nel blu</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>Mi chiedo come vivere senza le tue cure e sprecare giorni senza la minima idea</i></div><div><i>semplicemente muovendomi per sopravvivere</i></div><div><i>perso in un cesso [loop]</i></div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">PostPlex by Paolo Margari </div>Paolo Margarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07621888447490327550noreply@blogger.comBrussels, Belgium50.8476424 4.357169622.537408563821153 -30.7990804 79.157876236178851 39.5134196tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235427099494727671.post-16374501478164353022023-05-17T00:20:00.014+02:002024-01-06T03:19:03.690+01:00alive<p>The night is on.</p><p>Nothing new for the ones not afraid to live,<br />escaping captivity in cages and standard lives.</p><p>Avoiding everyday nonsense<br />like flaunting, getting laid with no passion,<br />dressing up in style,<br />earning more,<br />obeying stupid orders or rules,<br />abusing, oppressing, and telling lies to survive,<br />being impatient to show off on futile occasions or online<br />to a bunch of people who don't give a shit about their fucking life.</p><p>The night keeps going on, pure,<br />it paints our dark side<br />prevented by all that light<br />that dazzles and kills all dreams,<br />and burns the inner mind.</p><p>Day vanities are buried<br />with all their rush to nowhere,<br />and useless competitions, <br />anger and bribery, ridiculous bigotry,<br />social norms, cultures and pride.</p><p>Many little things are worthwhile:<br />small gestures of passion, feeling and care.</p><p>All those nights spent alone or together,<br />with those who deserve to be there,<br />will keep us alive.</p><p><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/BK-UAWzEtZY?si=4nJ4eq40I2XlMrgl" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe></p><hr />
<iframe allow="autoplay" frameborder="no" height="166" scrolling="no" src="https://w.soundcloud.com/player/?url=https%3A//api.soundcloud.com/tracks/1180207495&color=%23000000&auto_play=false&hide_related=false&show_comments=true&show_user=true&show_reposts=false&show_teaser=true" width="100%"></iframe><div style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Interstate, "Lucida Grande", "Lucida Sans Unicode", "Lucida Sans", Garuda, Verdana, Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; font-weight: 100; line-break: anywhere; overflow: hidden; text-overflow: ellipsis; white-space: nowrap; word-break: normal;"><a href="https://soundcloud.com/style-disorder" style="color: #cccccc; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank" title="Qwastasi">Qwastasi</a> · <a href="https://soundcloud.com/style-disorder/alive-1" style="color: #cccccc; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank" title="Alive">Alive</a></div><div style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Interstate, "Lucida Grande", "Lucida Sans Unicode", "Lucida Sans", Garuda, Verdana, Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; font-weight: 100; line-break: anywhere; overflow: hidden; text-overflow: ellipsis; white-space: nowrap; word-break: normal;"><br /></div> <hr /><i><br />
</i><div><i>La notte è iniziata. </i><div><i><br /></i><div><i>Niente di nuovo per chi non ha paura di vivere, fuggendo dalla prigionia in gabbie e da vite standard.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>Evitare le sciocchezze quotidiane come ostentare, scopare senza passione,
vestirsi con stile, guadagnare di più,
obbedire a ordini o regole stupide,
abusare, opprimere e dire bugie per sopravvivere,
essere impaziente di mettersi in mostra in occasioni futili o online
a un gruppo di persone a cui non frega niente della loro fottuta vita. </i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>La notte continua, pura,
dipinge il nostro lato oscuro prevenuto da tutta quella luce che abbaglia e uccide tutti i sogni, e brucia la mente interiore. </i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>Le vanità diurne vengono sepolte con tutta la loro corsa verso il nulla,
e gare inutili, rabbia e corruzione, bigottismo ridicolo,
norme sociali, culture e orgoglio. </i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>Tante piccole cose valgono: piccoli gesti di passione, sentimento e cura.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>Tutte quelle notti trascorse da soli o insieme, con chi merita di essere lì, ci terranno in vita. </i></div><div><br /></div><div><span><a name='more'></a></span></div><div><br /></div></div></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">PostPlex by Paolo Margari </div>Paolo Margarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07621888447490327550noreply@blogger.com1040 Etterbeek, Belgium50.8305816 4.389984828.422439818815647 -30.7662652 73.238723381184357 39.5462348tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235427099494727671.post-7056891954554581632023-05-16T23:31:00.005+02:002024-01-06T03:19:21.667+01:00beautyTo fully express yourself,
you have to bare your desires <div> respect your inner being, and don't abuse it to gain from it. </div><div><br /></div><div> When there's no trace of joy
within whatever case </div><div> the souls involved decay, you have to stop and change the page. </div><div><br /></div><div> Beauty is not cynical,
it spreads on everything, </div><div> it must touch all your senses, or it's just trickery. </div><div><br /></div><div> Do you start to understand
why there is nothing real </div><div> if what comes up in front of you
suddenly disappears.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div> <iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/KI5NxSFwBqQ?controls=0" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe></div><div><br /></div><div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>Per esprimerti pienamente, devi mettere a nudo i tuoi desideri</i></div><div><i>rispetta il tuo essere interiore e non abusarne per trarne profitto.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>Quando non c'è traccia di gioia in qualunque caso</i></div><div><i>le anime coinvolte decadono, bisogna fermarsi e cambiare pagina.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>La bellezza non è cinica, si diffonde su tutto,</i></div><div><i>deve toccare tutti i tuoi sensi, altrimenti è solo un inganno.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>Inizi a capire perché non c'è nulla di reale</i></div><div><i>se ciò che ti si presenta davanti all'improvviso scompare.</i></div></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><span><a name='more'></a></span><i><br /></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">PostPlex by Paolo Margari </div>Paolo Margarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07621888447490327550noreply@blogger.com1040 Etterbeek, Belgium50.8305816 4.389984822.520347763821157 -30.7662652 79.140815436178855 39.5462348tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235427099494727671.post-21382417841687628792023-04-23T20:15:00.011+02:002024-01-06T03:19:33.200+01:00wonderwonder, why should I think of you<div>then
wonder, how long your time is blue</div><div>so wonder if there’s no other place </div><div>or
wonder, if there's nothing real in this space </div><div>so
wonder, this circle never ends </div><div>then
wonder how you could stop one day </div><div>but
wonder, if this is what you want </div><div>so wonder why this comes back again </div><div>
<iframe allow="autoplay" frameborder="no" height="166" scrolling="no" src="https://w.soundcloud.com/player/?url=https%3A//api.soundcloud.com/tracks/1171552513&color=%23eeeeee&auto_play=false&hide_related=false&show_comments=true&show_user=true&show_reposts=false&show_teaser=true" width="100%"></iframe><div style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Interstate, "Lucida Grande", "Lucida Sans Unicode", "Lucida Sans", Garuda, Verdana, Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; font-weight: 100; line-break: anywhere; overflow: hidden; text-overflow: ellipsis; white-space: nowrap; word-break: normal;"><a href="https://soundcloud.com/style-disorder" style="color: #cccccc; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank" title="Qwastasi music">Qwastasi</a> · <a href="https://soundcloud.com/style-disorder/wonder" style="color: #cccccc; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank" title="Qwastasi - Wonder">Wonder</a></div> </div>
<iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/ehL91dYNoqA" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe><div><br /></div><div><div><i>chiediti, perché dovrei pensare a te</i></div><div><i>poi chiediti, per quanto tempo il tuo tempo è blu</i></div><div><i>quindi chiediti se non c'è nessun altro posto</i></div><div><i>o chiediti se non ci sia nulla di reale in questo spazio</i></div><div><i>quindi meravigliati, come mai questo ciclo non finisce mai</i></div><div><i>poi chiediti come potresti fermarti un giorno</i></div><div><i>ma chiediti se è questo ciò che vuoi davvero</i></div><div><i>quindi chiediti perché tutto ciò torna di nuovo</i></div></div><div><br /></div><span><a name='more'></a></span><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer">PostPlex by Paolo Margari </div>Paolo Margarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07621888447490327550noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235427099494727671.post-2488145104168266292023-04-23T08:57:00.006+02:002024-01-06T03:19:50.707+01:00graziaTi accorgi di quanto qualcosa sia autenticamente graziosa quando alcuno sguardo è mai abbastanza per rendersene conto.<div><br /><hr />
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</div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">PostPlex by Paolo Margari </div>Paolo Margarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07621888447490327550noreply@blogger.comBrussels, Belgium50.8476424 4.357169622.537408563821153 -30.7990804 79.157876236178851 39.5134196tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235427099494727671.post-69217305426583630462023-04-15T11:04:00.009+02:002024-01-05T10:13:52.330+01:00culturaleProva indefessamente a ripristinare il suo candore, tipico riflesso dello stato sociale. <div>Ché non si butta via niente, ma si ricicla con ardore anche un'allucinazione venuta male.<div>Il tutto si ripete stancamente, rispettando il ciclo naturale.</div><div>L'apoteosi dell'effimero si condisce di una patina superficiale che ricopre l'impuro essere animale, catalogato in ossequio alla liturgia popolare.</div><div>Si finisce alla rinfusa in fila, proni a consumare un blando schema, definito con orgoglio 'tradizionale', con la convinzione che tale devozione culturale nutra il proprio ego nostalgico-sentimentale.</div><div>'Rete' come ricorrente necessità professionale, comunicazione effimera e bivacco celebrale... saluti, baci e abbracci, la frequenza del colore si ripete puntuale.</div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><iframe allow="autoplay" frameborder="no" height="166" scrolling="no" src="https://w.soundcloud.com/player/?url=https%3A//api.soundcloud.com/tracks/1480573216&color=%23555555&auto_play=false&hide_related=true&show_comments=true&show_user=false&show_reposts=true&show_teaser=false" width="100%"></iframe><div style="color: #cccccc; font-family: "Times New Roman", Interstate, "Lucida Grande", "Lucida Sans Unicode", "Lucida Sans", Garuda, Verdana, Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; font-weight: 100; line-break: anywhere; overflow: hidden; text-overflow: ellipsis; white-space: nowrap; word-break: normal;"><a href="https://soundcloud.com/style-disorder" rel="nofollow noopener" style="color: #cccccc; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank" title="Qwastasi">Qwastasi</a> · <a href="https://soundcloud.com/style-disorder/culturale-bootleg" nofollow="" noopener="" rel="" style="color: #cccccc; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank" title="Culturale (bootleg)">Culturale (bootleg)</a></div><div><br /></div><div><div>Tirelessly try to restore the candor, a typical reflection of the welfare state.</div><div>Since nothing can be thrown away, but it eagerly has to be recycled, even a hallucination that went wrong.</div><div>Everything repeats wearily, respecting a natural cycle: the apotheosis of the ephemeral is seasoned with a superficial patina that covers the impure animal being, cataloged in deference to the popular liturgy.</div><div>End up haphazardly in line, ready to consume a bland scheme, proudly defined as 'traditional', with the belief that this cultural devotion nourishes your nostalgic-sentimental ego.</div><div>'Network' as a recurring professional necessity, ephemeral communication and cerebral bivouac... greetings, kisses and hugs, the frequency of colour repeats itself punctually.</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">PostPlex by Paolo Margari </div>Paolo Margarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07621888447490327550noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235427099494727671.post-33137061332677028132023-04-14T07:11:00.003+02:002023-12-26T03:23:49.111+01:00segmentazioniI vanti audiovisivi, soprattutto se ricamati con suggestivi accordi di archi, esaltano l'orgoglio di deficienti che credono a ciò che vedono, se incline a quello a cui vogliono credere.<div>La credenza è una scelta, non una conclusione, né un'imposizione.<div><div>Si subisce una meschina segmentazione e commodificazione dei pensieri, operata da piccoli sciacalli mediatici mossi solo dal denaro, in ossequio ai dettami di canali avidi del nostro tempo, e a qualche turbamento ossessivo sfociato in una triste selezione virale fra simili. </div></div></div><hr>
<iframe width="100%" height="166" scrolling="no" frameborder="no" allow="autoplay" src="https://w.soundcloud.com/player/?url=https%3A//api.soundcloud.com/tracks/1291223236&color=%23100909&auto_play=false&hide_related=true&show_comments=false&show_user=true&show_reposts=false&show_teaser=false"></iframe><div style="font-size: 10px; color: #cccccc;line-break: anywhere;word-break: normal;overflow: hidden;white-space: nowrap;text-overflow: ellipsis; font-family: Interstate,Lucida Grande,Lucida Sans Unicode,Lucida Sans,Garuda,Verdana,Tahoma,sans-serif;font-weight: 100;"><a href="https://soundcloud.com/style-disorder" title="Style Disorder" target="_blank" style="color: #cccccc; text-decoration: none;">Style Disorder</a> · <a href="https://soundcloud.com/style-disorder/xpectations" title="Xpectations" target="_blank" style="color: #cccccc; text-decoration: none;">Xpectations</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">PostPlex by Paolo Margari </div>Paolo Margarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07621888447490327550noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235427099494727671.post-62387738161351236292023-04-14T06:56:00.002+02:002023-12-26T03:24:11.461+01:00primaLa prima volta è un'immagine che va così, attesa, e finalmente qui. <div>La prima volta, la prima immagine è quella che resta impressa, quella che torna ogni volta, e non si crede che sia vera, ma si crede che sia un sogno, o un bel ricordo.</div><div>Si crede che possa essere qualcosa svanita in un'altra vita,</div><div>e invece è ancora attuale, è reale, e bisogna difenderla, bisogna mantenerla, non basta conquistarla.</div><div>La prima volta non è mai la prima volta, perché ci sono tante prime volte, ogni volta che bisogna mantenere una sorprendente conquista, che ha reso realtà un sogno, o un bel ricordo, svanito in un'altra vita.</div><hr>
<iframe width="100%" height="166" scrolling="no" frameborder="no" allow="autoplay" src="https://w.soundcloud.com/player/?url=https%3A//api.soundcloud.com/tracks/1291194025&color=%23100909&auto_play=false&hide_related=true&show_comments=false&show_user=true&show_reposts=false&show_teaser=false"></iframe><div style="font-size: 10px; color: #cccccc;line-break: anywhere;word-break: normal;overflow: hidden;white-space: nowrap;text-overflow: ellipsis; font-family: Interstate,Lucida Grande,Lucida Sans Unicode,Lucida Sans,Garuda,Verdana,Tahoma,sans-serif;font-weight: 100;"><a href="https://soundcloud.com/style-disorder" title="Style Disorder" target="_blank" style="color: #cccccc; text-decoration: none;">Style Disorder</a> · <a href="https://soundcloud.com/style-disorder/exclusions-1" title="Xclusions" target="_blank" style="color: #cccccc; text-decoration: none;">Xclusions</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">PostPlex by Paolo Margari </div>Paolo Margarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07621888447490327550noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235427099494727671.post-30329115955150372462023-02-21T19:25:00.002+01:002023-12-24T16:17:23.441+01:00sapereIl maestro conosce, e sa cosa conosce.<div>L'esperto, invece, conosce, ma non sa cosa conosce.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">PostPlex by Paolo Margari </div>Paolo Margarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07621888447490327550noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235427099494727671.post-4859744732569322442022-10-14T21:36:00.000+02:002023-12-26T05:51:36.859+01:00rain<div>The rain was falling hard </div><div>with all its energy</div><div><br /></div><div>Our souls finally touch</div><div>as we speak</div><div>as we smile</div><div><br /></div><div>Our souls made love</div><div>we felt it</div><div>the rain was falling hard</div><div><br /></div><div>We were distant</div><div>we were together</div><div>we're still here</div><div>we'll be forever</div><div><br /></div><hr />
<iframe allow="autoplay" frameborder="no" height="166" scrolling="no" src="https://w.soundcloud.com/player/?url=https%3A//api.soundcloud.com/tracks/1499097229&color=%23333333&auto_play=false&hide_related=false&show_comments=true&show_user=true&show_reposts=false&show_teaser=true" width="100%"></iframe><div style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Interstate, "Lucida Grande", "Lucida Sans Unicode", "Lucida Sans", Garuda, Verdana, Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; font-weight: 100; line-break: anywhere; overflow: hidden; text-overflow: ellipsis; white-space: nowrap; word-break: normal;"><a href="https://soundcloud.com/style-disorder" style="color: #cccccc; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank" title="Style Disorder">Style Disorder</a> · <a href="https://soundcloud.com/style-disorder/rain" style="color: #cccccc; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank" title="Rain">Rain</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">PostPlex by Paolo Margari </div>Paolo Margarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07621888447490327550noreply@blogger.comBrussels, Belgium50.8476424 4.357169622.537408563821153 -30.7990804 79.157876236178851 39.5134196tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235427099494727671.post-2497914301564456462022-10-01T05:56:00.003+02:002023-12-26T05:16:14.392+01:00oppostiNulla è 'in eterno'. <div><br /></div><div>Tutto ciò che è definibile in quanto stato ha un inizio e una fine. <div><br /><div>La definizione è l'inizio. L'oblio è la fine.<div><br /></div><div>Ciò che non ha un opposto è solo nella testa, ed è incomparabile in quanto presente solo in una testa, in una forma, per giunta variabile nel suo impatto, ma a insaputa dell'oggetto.</div></div></div><div><br /></div></div><hr>
<iframe width="100%" height="166" scrolling="no" frameborder="no" allow="autoplay" src="https://w.soundcloud.com/player/?url=https%3A//api.soundcloud.com/tracks/1299534805&color=%23100909&auto_play=false&hide_related=true&show_comments=false&show_user=true&show_reposts=false&show_teaser=false"></iframe><div style="font-size: 10px; color: #cccccc;line-break: anywhere;word-break: normal;overflow: hidden;white-space: nowrap;text-overflow: ellipsis; font-family: Interstate,Lucida Grande,Lucida Sans Unicode,Lucida Sans,Garuda,Verdana,Tahoma,sans-serif;font-weight: 100;"><a href="https://soundcloud.com/style-disorder" title="Style Disorder" target="_blank" style="color: #cccccc; text-decoration: none;">Style Disorder</a> · <a href="https://soundcloud.com/style-disorder/other-lives" title="Other Lives" target="_blank" style="color: #cccccc; text-decoration: none;">Other Lives</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">PostPlex by Paolo Margari </div>Paolo Margarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07621888447490327550noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235427099494727671.post-6306228109870882912022-10-01T05:50:00.000+02:002023-12-26T05:30:10.362+01:00disposablePoor, rich, poor. Like in a game, where the subtle prize is a poshy stressful life with no freedom of expression, despite so many servant journalists, no freedom of movement despite so many planes, and no freedom at all, despite so much, useless money.<div>Entrepreneurial money kills freedom.</div><div>Entrepreneurs are disposable machines, hoping to turn entrepreneurial money into passive income. </div><div>Until they call themselves entrepreneurs, the active income sucks their best asset, non fungible, differently than money: time.</div><div>Whatever the ideas and their success, time is the most valuable asset ever, and a disposable attitude, like the one that moves a freelance, an employee or an entrepreneur, will never pay off even a small part of the waste, that, in the best circumstance ever, happens on a golden cage, soon to turn into a golden grave.</div><hr>
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<div class="blogger-post-footer">PostPlex by Paolo Margari </div>Paolo Margarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07621888447490327550noreply@blogger.com1040 Etterbeek, Belgium50.8305816 4.389984822.520347763821157 -30.7662652 79.140815436178855 39.5462348tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1235427099494727671.post-42389941529190038202022-10-01T05:07:00.002+02:002024-01-05T05:47:14.760+01:00leaderCi sarebbe da chiedergli: perché lo fai?<div>E lì resterebbe muto, consapevole di essere stato colpito al cuore. O se ancora inconsapevole, scosso dalla comprensione.</div><div>Asteroide ricoperto di camaleontici surrogati di insicurezze, orgoglioso di mostrare le proprie debolezze che in realtà erano lì a dissuadere i curiosi da un suo sistema fragile di consenso, alieno alle vicende più grandi, pronte a risucchiare il tutto in un rutto cosmico.</div><div><br></div><hr>
<iframe width="100%" height="166" scrolling="no" frameborder="no" allow="autoplay" src="https://w.soundcloud.com/player/?url=https%3A//api.soundcloud.com/tracks/794619196&color=%23333333&auto_play=false&hide_related=true&show_comments=false&show_user=true&show_reposts=false&show_teaser=false"></iframe><div style="font-size: 10px; color: #cccccc;line-break: anywhere;word-break: normal;overflow: hidden;white-space: nowrap;text-overflow: ellipsis; font-family: Interstate,Lucida Grande,Lucida Sans Unicode,Lucida Sans,Garuda,Verdana,Tahoma,sans-serif;font-weight: 100;"><a href="https://soundcloud.com/paolomargari" title="Paolo Màrgari" target="_blank" style="color: #cccccc; text-decoration: none;">Paolo Màrgari</a> · <a href="https://soundcloud.com/paolomargari/a-ogni-passo-morgan-cover" title="A ogni passo" target="_blank" style="color: #cccccc; text-decoration: none;">A ogni passo</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">PostPlex by Paolo Margari </div>Paolo Margarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07621888447490327550noreply@blogger.comIxelles, Belgium50.8335711 4.36643322.523337263821155 -30.789817 79.143804936178839 39.522683