The Bronx, NY: My origin. My blood. This is the official seal of The Bronx. The inscription reads:
“Yield Not To Evil”

“I just hope that one day – preferably when we’re both blind drunk – we can talk about it.”
J.D.Salinger

The road to Hell is paved (un-like many of the roads here, in Vermont) with the best intentions. I have 8 lanes of straight, open road clear beyond the distant horizon! (No tolls and no border guards either.) It’s about a year now, of time spent here, in The North Country that I’ve always Loved for about as long as I can recall. The time has slipped by quickly… SO quickly! It’s been quite amazing and well worth the Journal. I’ve been very Happy here, and, like-wise, I have experienced the Greatest Misery I’d ever imagined and, at present, cannot and will not tolerate. How odd to think that I’ve come from and lived most of my entire life in a place where the official motto is: “Yield Not To Evil”, and that is exactly what I’ve done with my entire life; yet here, in this state of Vermont, I have been accused, unjustly, of perpetrating the very antithesis of that motto, of my Life. I came here to “LIVE”, to work, to become, as I’ve always done in the places where I’d arrived with the sincerest hope, to call this place my “Home”. As time has passed and I’ve striven to assimilate and become a productive and supportive member of a community here, there have been relative moments where my goals have been met. I did find Peace… momentarily. Yet, to-date, that Peace has become transient, and now, with the single false accusation of someone who knows nothing about me, my past, my present, my existence, my Life, I find myself at a precipice, glaring only down-ward, into the deepest, blackest abyss I have ever experienced in all of my years in Creation. And I find myself no longer willing to even so much as vaguely ponder the possibility of not relinquishing myself to… the end. If anything exists at the bottom, if there is a bottom at all, of this void, it can only be an improvement on what exists here and now. And I welcome that. This is the Journal of the days that began, seemed to come to an end and then, unexpectedly, like many of the packed clay dirt road in this state, veered and began even newer. These were the days I referred to as a “Life”, and, as with all “Life”, this one too will end. This is the DeadArtistBTV Journal… the Loup Nordique Journal… the BDM* Journal.

Que mes draps se souviennent - De nos matins livides
Que le sang de mes veines - Se fige ou bien se vide
Que mes doigts ne retiennent - Que l’odeur de ta peau
Que mon corps t’appartienne - Bien au delà des mots
Je t’oublierai, je t’oublierai, je t’oublierai
Je t’oublierai, je t’oublierai
Que tout autour de moi - Se souvienne de toi
Je t’oublierai, je t’oublierai
Que mes pieds se souviennent - Du sable où tu marchais
Que ta voix me revienne - Dans un supermarché
Que la télévision - Me renvoie ton regard
Qu’on appelle ton prénom - Dans un aérogare
Je t’oublierai, je t’oublierai, je t’oublierai
Je t’oublierai, je t’oublierai
Que tout autour de moi - Se souvienne de toi
Je t’oublierai, je t’oublierai
La lune et le soleil - Se souviendraient de toi
Comment veux-tu que moi - Tout à coup je t’oublie
Même si dans mon sommeil - Je te touche, je te vois
Je ne reconnais pas - -Le jour d’avec la nuit
Je t’oublierai, je t’oublierai, je t’oublierai
Je t’oublierai, je t’oublierai
Que tout autour de moi - Se souvienne de toi
Je t’oublierai, je t’oublierai
Rien ne s’ra plus pareil - Après t’avoir aimé
Je ne reconnais pas - Les lieux où l’on allait
Tes yeux ont mis le feu - A mes rêves, mes envies
Et tu as détourné - La ligne de ma vie
Que les néons des villes - Te donnent rendez-vous
Dans des bars où les filles - Sont pareilles partout
Et que les grands murs blancs - De mon appartement
Se referment sur moi - Comme un Cinérama
Je t’oublierai, je t’oublierai, je t’oublierai
Je t’oublierai, je t’oublierai
Que tout autour de moi - Se souvienne de toi
Je t’oublierai, je t’oublierai
Je t’oublierai, je t’oublierai, je t’oublierai
Je t’oublierai, je t’oublierai
Que tout autour de moi - Se souvienne de toi
Je t’oublierai, je t’oublierai
Je t’oublierai, je t’oublierai, je t’oublierai
Je t’oublierai, je t’oublierai
Que tout autour de moi - Se souvienne de toi
Je t’oublierai, je t’oublierai

All I ever wanted was some love and peace and harmony
I could dance in the raw in the sun underneath the stars
When I walk over to my money tree ain’t nobody there
Trying to take from me
When they ask “Are you truly free?” I’d say “Yes, truly”
But down here in reality everybody knows there ain’t
No such thing
And It’s clear
It’s obviously this is not the place I’m supposed to be
On and on and on I’ve searched
What I’m looking for is not here on earth
I can’t stand I can’t take no more
So I know that I gotta go
So long everybody
Mama don’t be sad for me
Life was a heartache and now I am finally free
Don’t know where I’m headed
Hope I see you someday soon
So long everybody
I have gone beyond the moon
All I ever wanted was some love and peace and harmony
Just to be live and shine
When I get ready I up and fly
And I can’t remember none of the things that I want
To forget
It’s the best – satisfaction no less
Ask if I’m free and I’ll say “Oh yes”
But down here in reality everybody knows there ain’t
No such thing
And It’s clear
It’s obviously this is not the place I’m supposed to be
On and on and on I’ve searched
What I’m looking for is not here on earth
I can’t stand I can’t take no more
So I know that I gotta go
So long everybody
Mama don’t be sad for me
Life was a heartache and now I am finally free
Don’t know where I’m headed
Hope I see you someday soon
So long everybodyMacy Gray

 

 





Quando sono solo sogno all’orizzonte
e mancan le parole
si lo so che non c’luce
in una stanza quando manca il sole
se non ci sei tu con me, con me
su le finestre
mostra a tutti il mio cuore
che hai acceso chiudi, dentro me
la luce che hai incontrato per strada

Con te partiro paesi che non ho mai
veduto e vissuto con te
adesso sui li vivro
Con te partiro su navi per mari
che io lo so no, no, non esistono piu
con te io li vivro

Quando sei lontana sogno all’orizzonte
e mancan le parole
e io solo so che sei con me, con me
tu mia luna tu sei qui con me
mio sole tu sei qui con me, con me, con me, con me

Con te partiro
Paesi che non ho mai
veduto e vissuto con te
adesso so li vivro
Con te partiro
su navi per mari che, io lo so
no, no, non esistono piu
con te io li rivivo
Con te partiro
su navi per mari che, io lo so
no, no, non esistono piu
con te io li rivivro
Con te partiro…

Io con te!

Andrea Bocelli

 

*BellaDonnaMartini

jketernal
“Who wants flowers when you’re dead? Nobody.”
― J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye