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Laughing with… (image from Ospedale Oltre exhibition)

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No one laughs at God in a hospital
No one laughs at God in a war
No one’s laughing at God
When they’re starving or freezing or so very poor

No one laughs at God
When the doctor calls after some routine tests
No one’s laughing at God
When it’s gotten real late
And their kid’s not back from the party yet

No one laughs at God
When their airplane start to uncontrollably shake
No one’s laughing at God
When they see the one they love, hand in hand with someone else
And they hope that they’re mistaken
No one laughs at God
When the cops knock on their door
And they say we got some bad news, sir
No one’s laughing at God
When there’s a famine or fire or flood

But God can be funny
At a cocktail party when listening to a good God-themed joke, or
Or when the crazies say He hates us
And they get so red in the head you think they’re ‘bout to choke
God can be funny,
When told he’ll give you money if you just pray the right way
And when presented like a genie who does magic like Houdini
Or grants wishes like Jiminy Cricket and Santa Claus
God can be so hilarious
Ha ha
Ha ha

No one laughs at God in a hospital
No one laughs at God in a war
No one’s laughing at God
When they’ve lost all they’ve got
And they don’t know what for

No one laughs at God on the day they realize
That the last sight they’ll ever see is a pair of hateful eyes
No one’s laughing at God when they’re saying their goodbyes

But God can be funny
At a cocktail party when listening to a good God-themed joke, or
Or when the crazies say He hates us
And they get so red in the head you think they’re ‘bout to choke
God can be funny,
When told he’ll give you money if you just pray the right way
And when presented like a genie who does magic like Houdini
Or grants wishes like Jiminy Cricket and Santa Claus
God can be so hilarious

No one laughs at God in a hospital
No one laughs at God in a war
No one laughs at God in a hospital
No one laughs at God in a war
No one laughing at God in hospital
No one’s laughing at God in a war
No one’s laughing at God when they’re starving or freezing or so very poor

No one’s laughing at God
No one’s laughing at God
No one’s laughing at God
We’re all laughing with God

Laughing With by Regina Spektor

 

Annunci

Autumn Leaves

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Autumn Leaves ©NicolaNigri

“The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold

Since you went away the days grow long
And soon I’ll hear old winter’s song
But I miss you most of all my darling
When autumn leaves start to fall”

Nat King Cole – Autumn Leaves

Ospedale Oltre

©-Nicola Nigri
©-Nicola Nigri
“Non è necessario essere medici o infermieri per vivere da missionari…: in qualsiasi momento in molte circostanze della nostra vita, ci è data l’opportunità di fermarci, di riflettere, di commuoverci di fronte a situazioni in cui possiamo renderci utili, dare tutto noi stessi.”

Pensieri tratti da un Discorso di Peppino Tricarico: Uomo, Medico e Padre

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Chains…

Angeli di Rosora, Italy, Chains by ©NicolaNigri 2015
Angeli di Rosora, Italy, Chains by ©NicolaNigri 2015

Le persone sono molto abituate alla propria immagine, crescono attaccate alle proprie maschere, amano le proprie catene, si dimenticano chi sono in realtà, e se cerchi di ricordarglielo loro ti odiano.

Jim Morrison


It’s true, we’re locked in an image, an act – and the sad thing is, people get so used to their image, they grow attached to their masks. They love their chains. They forget all about who they really are. And if you try to remind them, they hate you for it, they feel like you’re trying to steal their most precious possession.

Jim Morrison

 

Blurry Girl in Rome (short skirt/long Jacket)

Rome, Italy, Blurry Girl in Rome by ©NicolaNigri 2015
Rome, Italy, Blurry Girl in Rome by ©NicolaNigri 2015

“Short Skirt / Long Jacket” by CAKE

I want a girl with a mind like a diamond
I want a girl who knows what’s best
I want a girl with shoes that cut
And eyes that burn like cigarettes

I want a girl with the right allocations
Who’s fast and thorough
And sharp as a tack
She’s playing with her jewelry
She’s putting up her hair
She’s touring the facility
And picking up slack

I want a girl with a short skirt and a lonnnng jacket……

I want a girl who gets up early
I want a girl who stays up late
I want a girl with uninterrupted prosperity
Who uses a machete to cut through red tape
With fingernails that shine like justice
And a voice that is dark like tinted glass

She is fast and thorough
And sharp as a tack
She’s touring the facility
And picking up slack

I want a girl with a short skirt and a lonnnnng…. lonnng jacket

I want a girl with a smooth liquidation
I want a girl with good dividends
At Citibank we will meet accidentally
We’ll start to talk when she borrows my pen

She wants a car with a cupholder arm rest
She wants a car that will get her there
She’s changing her name from Kitty to Karen
She’s trading her MG for a white Chrysler La Baron

I want a girl with a short skirt and a lonnnnggggggggg jacket

A day in Rome

A day in Rome
Rome, Italy, A day in Rome ©NicolaNigri
Rome is the city of echoes, the city of illusions, and the city of yearning.”
“Roma è la città degli echi, la città delle illusioni, e la città del desiderio.”
Giotto