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I'm Tired Bored by Dreams - BadPeople - CrazyFamily (performance voice electronics song, suicide) --->(LookALL & after Click Here!)

noreply@blogger.com (Nniet Brovdi) — Mon, 28 Apr 2014 21:30:00 +0200

Bad People Bad Family

Yes. I'm sure. I'm tired and bored by dreams ... Yesterday. Today. Tomorrow ... Yesterday again yesterday

Yesterday again yesterday Yesterday again yesterday Yesterday again yesterday
I'll not be here tomorrow. And when you cry, tomorrow will be too late for us

When you cry when you cry when you cry

Yes. I'm sure. I'm tired and bored by my dreams ... Yesterday. Today. Tomorrow ...

Yesterday again yesterday Yesterday again yesterday Yesterday again yesterday

I'm tired and bored of being loved by your emptiness and your absenceMy heart is dead My brain is alive My cock is dead in empty cold words

Yesterday again yesterday Yesterday again yesterday Yesterday again yesterday

Yes. I'm sure. I'm tired and bored by dreams ... Yesterday. Today. Tomorrow ...

But, I don't die for your nonsense, because because because

Yes. I'm sure. I'm tired and bored by (my)dreams ...

(a Short-Story Of My Tragedy Circumstance. In My Home)

I would kill, mother & father and myself. But. I love my mother.

But I love my father. But I love my sucidail brother.

But I love myself. Maybe

What do you believe? Eh?! Do you think that I'm a stupid man...(?)I say to you I say to you I say to you - You are indeed a fool without feeling and with a lot of badness!

You are an inhuman ignorant. You are a Beast. Beast. Beast.

You don't have a good brain

You have only power of money with my art

You're nothing nothing nothing.

You're not the truth.

Tomorrow you die like me. Tomorrow you die like me. Tomorrow you die like me. You're not a eternal human. Not

I don't die for your nonsense

I'm a naked man, at at at you without the "Bad People Crazy Family"

Nniet B.: voice, electronics, words, shots, images, poem made to measure for performance + video art

(copyright Minimal Production XH Private Collection)

Cattiva Gente Cattiva Famiglia

Ieri ancora ieri. Ieri ancora ieri. Ieri ancora ieri

Si. Certo. Sono stanco e annoiato dai (miei) sogni... Ieri . Oggi. Domani...

Iieri ancora Ieri Ieri ancora Ieri Ieri ancora Ieri

Domani non sarò qui.

E quando tu piangi domani, sarà troppo tardi per noi

Sono stanco e annoiato di essere amato dal vuoto della tua assenza

Il mio cuore è morto Il mio cervello è vivo Il mio cazzo è morto nelle fredde parole

Ma io, non muoio. Non muoio per le tue sciocchezze, perché...

Si. Sono certo. Sono stanco e annoiato dai (miei)sogni...

(Un Breve Racconto Tragico Di Circostanza. Nella Mia Casa)

Vorrei uccidere, madre & padre e me stesso. Ma

amo mia madre. amo mio padre. amo mio fratello suicida. Ma...

- Cosa Credi? Eh?! Che io sia un uomo stupido... Eh!

Dico: (3) - Sei davvero sciocco senza sensibilità e cattiveria!

Sei disumano ignorante. Sei una Bestia. Bestia. Bestia.

Non hai intelligenza. Non hai. Non hai. Non hai.

Hai solo potere del denaro con la mia arte. Non sei niente.

Niente. Niente. Niente.

Non sei. E domani muori come me. E domani muori come me. E domani muori come me. Eh eh!

Non sei eterno! No.

Ma io non muoio per le tue sciocchezze

Sono un uomo nudo......nudo senza la "cattiva gente folle famiglia"

my passion-tie

noreply@blogger.com (Nniet Brovdi) — Tue, 8 Apr 2014 23:23:00 +0200

Please Please Please excuse me Jesus, Please Please Please Jesus excuse me please Jesus don't cry for me

Excuse me Jesus Please Please Please don't cry for me don't cry for me me me Please Please Please

Oh Jesus please don't save me Jesus Please Please Please don't save me Excuse me

Nniet Brovdi : Red-Tie, images, words
copyright Private Collection XH nnb

Hamlet Drunk II (sad & happy)

noreply@blogger.com (Nniet Brovdi) — Tue, 25 Feb 2014 01:10:00 +0100

Hamlet says:
- This is not love This is not love This is not love
In this Holy night, I'm with you, oh my Mad Ophelia!
I'm with men and women around the complicated world
You, don't be jealous, Please Please Please, because I gift to you my happiness and my cock
I'm sad and happy. I'm still alive
(silence in this moment...)

(Minimal production XH Nniet B. :(my short Story) words, exhibition (work in progress/ hamlet Drunk..now in this Night), body, music, voice, physicall Theater...)

Amleto dice:- Questo non è amore.
In questa Santa notte, io sono con te, oh mia pazza Ofelia!
Io sono con uomini e donne in tutto questo complicato mondo
Tu, non essere gelosa, perchè io dono a te la mia felicità e il mio cazzo
Sono triste e felice. Sono ancora vivo

HAMLET DRUNK I have a lamp

noreply@blogger.com (Nniet Brovdi) — Sat, 22 Feb 2014 22:44:00 +0100

OUT FROM THE LINE-HAMLET DRUNK (of this silly world)

I'm locked in my room. I'm locked in the bar. I'm drunk I'm drunk I'm drunk I'm drunk I'm drunk I'm drunk I'm drunk (number 7) and my mind is out is out is out is out! My mind is good, good, good. You are an inhumane. You're not anything!You're nothing if you're liar in this world.

I have a light. I have a light. I have a light.

I have a lamp that illumines my Mind...Your stupid mind

Now. I say: Fuck you, your lies in this rotten and smelly world.ddddddddddddddddddd

God did not light. The world has no light. I'm the light

I'm Heaven in the night

(c)Minimal Production XH Nniet B.: Self-Portrait in Bar, images, words, performer,...work in progress, made to measure for Physical Theater

Winter-Hope

noreply@blogger.com (Nniet Brovdi) — Wed, 29 Jan 2014 12:38:00 +0100

I'm going back home
I have a home
Here, There. In this place. In that place. I don't care
In my home there is silence and hope at the end of winter
I can grow flowers of patience
then I can paint, sing, music, write. Forget the places
Here, There. In this place. In that place. I don't care
I'm going back home
Forget the places Forget the places Forget the places
(copyright Minimal Production XH. Nniet B.: images, holy book, body, words)

Torno a casa
Una casa ce l'ho
Qui, Lì. In questo luogo. In quel luogo.Non mi importa.
Nella mia casa dove c'è il silenzio e la speranza della fine dell'inverno
Io posso coltivare i fiori della pazienza
e poi posso dipingere, cantare, musicare, scrivere . Dimenticare i luoghi
Qui, Lì. In questo luogo. In quel luogo. Non mi importa.
Torno a casa
Dimenticare i luoghi(3v)

24 Tears

noreply@blogger.com (Nniet Brovdi) — Fri, 24 Jan 2014 21:36:00 +0100

in Memory Of My Brother

Death, flowers, blood, spirits and ghosts in my torn heart
No words No World No hope
Madness in my mind
Again Again Again
Death, flowers, blood, spirits and ghosts in my torn heart
et nunc et semper

Morte, fiori, sangue, spiriti e fantasmi nel mio lacerato cuore
Niente parole Niente Mondo Niente Speranza
Follia nella mia mente
Ancora Ancora Ancora
et nunc et semper
(Nniet B: images, words; Minimal Production XH)

PASSAGE/NO Empty Words For Me

noreply@blogger.com (Nniet Brovdi) — Mon, 30 Dec 2013 21:30:00 +0100

PASSAGE/NO Empty Words For Me (Please Please Please)

We, since we live as ghosts in two parallel worlds,
Our virtual words are stupid
Words in rotten air.These words, delude us, ourselves for a liar-life
I'm not a virtual machine at the service of stupid people
I'm a virtual machine when I want to be just alone. And I think.I laugh.I breath.
I fuck your useless, loving words, because they are, lies in your mind
If you are able, fuck my life
Fuck my wife, my Son, my Dad, my

Mom, my Brother, my Lover that I didn't
Fuck my life
Our virtual words are stupid

I don't live here anymore

This is a PASSAGE

The spirit is made to measure for the Saints
The flesh is made to measure for the people
The spirit and the body, are made to measure for humans

I'm.(Bad & Good)
PARDON MY HEART
(Nniet Brovdi: Short story, Ghost Performer, Ghost Human, Words, Images, shots, electronics Acustic Mute-Music-Sound)

Niente Vuote Parole Per Me

Noi, da quando viviamo come fantasmi in due mondi paralleli
Le nostre, sono stupide parole-virtuali
Parole nella putrida aria. Queste parole ci illudono per una falsa-vita
Io non sono una macchina virtuale al servizio degli stupidi
Io sono una macchina virtuale quando voglio stare solo. E io penso. Io rido. Io respiro.
Io fotto le tue inutili, amorevoli parole, perché sono bugie nella tua mente
Se tu sei capace, fotti la mia vita
Fotti mia moglie, mio padre, mia madre, mio fratello, l'amore che non ho
Fotti la mia vita
Le nostre, sono stupide parole virtuali

Io non vivo più qui Questo è un PASSAGGIO

Lo Spirito è fatto a misura per i Santi
La carne è fatta a misura per gli uomini
Lo Spirito e il Corpo, sono fatti a misura per gli umani
Io (Buono & cattivo)
PARDON MY HEART

MY MIND MY MIND in your Ghost Life

noreply@blogger.com (Nniet Brovdi) — Mon, 30 Dec 2013 18:47:00 +0100

THE FINAL WORDS
eh eh eh- ... Maybe. I'm here. I'm There
(Nniet Brovdi: NoWords, Images, performer Self-silly-portraits)
Minimal Production XH nnb

Nniet In City Rome. Why? (Alcoholic Bar)

noreply@blogger.com (Nniet Brovdi) — Mon, 30 Dec 2013 18:23:00 +0100

"Now I'm in City Rome." Why?

Maybe it's a mystery that I 'm here.But I'm here and I'm not there eh eh!I love this wonderful World. I love your soul. I love your brain. I love your heart. I love your sensual Body.

I don't Love me, but I love you in this strange World. I'm not Sad, but , I'm Bad Man when you dream.

FUCK MY DREAMS. FUCK MY HAPPY & SAD DREAM. OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOh. Eh Eh! I'm in City-Rome. Why?

Maybe it's a mystery that I 'm here.But I'm here and I'm not there eh eh! I'm don't have my Land. I'm don't have my World. I've the love for you. Just little, Just little, Just little BiT.LISTEN TO MY HEART BEAT..."

Nniet Brovdi in City- Rome (Alcoholic Bar)

Copyright Minimal Production XH from "NO TEARS FOR ME" (NNB :words, poem, performance in Alcohlic Bar, Future songs, theater & music-video) work in progress sssssssssssssssh!- self-out-shots............ME

SUMMERTIME for XMAS (in last xmas day) loop

noreply@blogger.com (Nniet Brovdi) — Mon, 30 Dec 2013 17:59:00 +0100

SUMMERTIME song for xmas (in last xmas day) loop
(Nniet Brovdi: voice, words, sax, pipe-organ, noise, electronics; images, performer)

The sun.
Summertime-Eh eh!

The Words arn't enough to me The Words arn't enough to me The Words arn't enough to me

I'm outside an alcoholic Bar
Summertime
I feel cold I feel cold I feel cold
Many people walk in front of my eyes. I just, I recognise humans.Them, walking like shadows and ghosts in this atmosphere of moist fog,cold, Russian alcoholic, my friend oh oh yes

Walking like shadows my friends alcoholics-Russian

Now I'm in City Rome. Why? Maybe it's a mystery that I 'm here. Again Again Again

Three geese walk as soldiers. They sing off-key Christmas song! ah ah! (I love Christmas songs)

The Words arn't enough to me The Words arn't enough to me The Words arn't enough to me
You don't believe what others say
The snow, the fog and the insidious obfuscated shadows of humans.
They walk up and down like crazy restless. Outside an alcoholic Bar. This is a strange summertime oh yes sure!-

Hi there! Do you want a drink? No? Do you not...Now, many people are laughing about me. (Maybe I'm a fool kind kind kind...Maybe)
BUT I don't believe in what they say
Now, I take my sax. I play and sing and shout a Christmas Song

I sing out of tune up to touch the sky, the Heaven

I'm a man- bad-shadow, desperate, happy and save!
Summertime.
Now it's Christmas, and I can demand money who walks. Yes

Many people walk in front of my eyes. I just, I recognise humans.Them, walking like shadows and ghosts in this atmosphere of moist fog, cold, Russian alcoholic, my friend oh oh yes

Three geese walk as soldiers. They sing off-key Christmas song! ah ah!
Walk Three piglets and singing the Christmas song

OH!This is a complicated Bar

Walking three men dressed as women wedding Bridal! ehhhh uhhhh ohhhh
Three men have white-veil and orange flowers!

Now, I'singing a silly song like me!

Three Holy sisters walk dancing and pray like crazy Africa-humans
Walking like shadows my friends alcoholics-Russian
Three geese walk as soldiers. They sing off-key Christmas song! ah ah! (I love Christmas songs)
Walk Three piglets and singing the Christmas song
You must be crazy if you want to live in this world

Happy Holy Days Happy Holy Days Happy Holy Days

This is a double vision This is a double life This is another trick

The Words arn't enough to me The Words arn't enough to me The Words arn't enough to me

In my heart I feel white voices of baby-angels LACRYMOSA LACRYMOSA LACRYMOSA in Heaven
I feel the intense incense in my head My brother, from distant worlds of death, He protects me
One IS FOR ME One IS FOR ME One IS FOR ME

And walk three guys-priests with holy water for you

Three geese walk as soldiers. They sing off-key Christmas song! ah ah!
Walk Three piglets and singing the Christmas song
Three Holy sisters walk dancing and pray like crazy Africa-humans
Walking like shadows my friends alcoholics-Russian
Three geese walk as soldiers. They sing off-key Christmas song! ah ah! (I love Christmas songs)
Walk Three piglets and singing the Christmas song
And walk three guys-priests with holy water for you

My wife is dead like Ophelia. She calls me. - Are you coming with me in the river? - I can't commit suicide. I can give you the flowers in Eternity

Now, we play with the snow the snow the snow

Three geese walk as soldiers. They sing off-key Christmas song! ah ah!
Walk Three piglets and singing the Christmas song
Three Holy sisters walk dancing and pray like crazy Africa-humans
Walking like shadows my friends alcoholics-Russian
Three geese walk as soldiers. They sing off-key Christmas song! ah ah! (I love Christmas songs)
Walk Three piglets and singing the Christmas song
And walk three guys-priests with holy water for you

Now, we play with the snow the snow the snow

loop loop loop Xmas Nniet Brovdi xxx th copyright Minimal Production XH 2013

The Circle Of The Brain - Song for Me (part 01)

noreply@blogger.com (Nniet Brovdi) — Fri, 20 Dec 2013 00:19:00 +0100

My Big Crazy Party 01 02 03 00 zero zero zero , ONE....go!

I'm the fool kid who plays in the circle of the brain.
the circle of the brain
the circle of the brain

The thoughts round & round

These are the games of the bad kids
ehi ehi kids-men
ehi ehi kids-men
ehi ehi kids-men

Fuck your last dreams

They have taken, many parts of their brain
Brains, have them fondled, raped them, have them destroyed

These are the games of the bad kids
ehi ehi kids-men
ehi ehi kids-men
ehi ehi kids-men

Fuck your last dreams

Nothing is like before
Nothing works in this box-brain
Only the soul was right
And also God, hurts and laughs at us

Fuck your last dreams

I'm the fool kid who plays in the circle of the brain.
the circle of the brain
the circle of the brain

And I laugh about God And I laugh about God And I laugh about God

We laugh about illusions We laugh about dreams We laugh about the deceptions
We laugh, not to die.

I'm the fool kid who plays in the circle of the brain.

Fuck your last dreams Fuck your last dreams Fuck your last dreams 03-03-03

Now comes My Big Crazy Party (made to measure for silly kids)

(Nniet Brovdi: Words, voice, clarinet, piano solo, voice, electronics, noises, performer- part I Made to Measure for BAD KIDS...oh! love you... NNB: images)
copyright Minimal Production XH

Orange, Happy Suicide (my confusion) & my Dog

noreply@blogger.com (Nniet Brovdi) — Tue, 3 Dec 2013 17:03:00 +0100

"My Body is Good For The Angry Dogs" Dogs Dogs Dogs...ohhhh

(The first lament in my soul)

Dogs Dogs Dogs

I eat, I devour, sinners!

Dogs Dogs Dogs

Love can save us. (Maybe!)
Your flesh disgusts me!

Dogs Dogs Dogs

Your flesh is good for Devils and Angels

Dogs Dogs Dogs

Nniet Brovdi xxx th from " My Holy Book II "

Nniet B. : Self Portrait & Body Art- From Live-Performance , contemporary performance, Physicall Theater
(Body, piano, voice, organ, clarinet, electronics)

You Can't Live On Nothing (loop)

noreply@blogger.com (Nniet Brovdi) — Sun, 1 Sep 2013 09:41:00 +0200

You Can't Live On Nothing (loop) (dedicated to Jean M.)

You Can't Live On Nothing

Father and mother. Yes. Those. There
They are like bad-smelling dung. You don't exist
Father and mother. No-Hope

Relatives of mine. Yes. Those. There
The relatives are like poisonous snakes
They give to you dreams of liar, senvy and death
Relatives. No-Hope

Friends, don't have time for you. Yes. Those. There
You exist in their minds (Ok. So Right. Sometimes)
Friends. No-Hope

Love. Yes. That. there
Love is like murder. Love kills you
Love. No-Hope

Humans. Yes. Those. There
Humans just ain't no good
Humans. No-Hope

Every day Every day Every day
I write with my blood on my "Holy-Book". This is no use
My father says that I'm a good-for-nothing
My art. My knowledge. No-Hope
My World. No-Hope

I just didn't write my destiny
No No No 3
copyright Minimal Production XH (Nniet Brovdi: words, voice, clarinet, pipe organ, electronics; images-performance, video)

Non Si Può Vivere Di Niente (loop)

Padre & madre. Si. Quelli. Lì. Un letame puzzolente. Tu non esisti.
Padre & madre. Senza speranza.

Parenti. Si. Quelli. Lì.
I parenti sono come serpenti velenosi.
Ti regalano "sogni bugiardi", invidia e morte.
Parenti. Senza speranza.

Gli amici. Si. Quelli. Lì. Non hanno tempo per te.
Esisti nella loro mente. (Va bene così. Qualche volta)
Gli amici. Senza speranza.

Amore. Si. Quello. Lì.
L'amore è come l'omicidio. L'amore ti uccide.
Amore. Senza speranza.

Gli umani. Si. Quelli. Lì.
Gli "umani" non sono per niente buoni.
Umani. Senza speranza.

Ogni giorno Ogni giorno Ogni giorno
Scrivo con il mio sangue sul mio "Santo-Libro". Non serve a niente.
Mio padre dice che sono un buon a nulla.
La mia arte. Il mio sapere. Senza speranza.
Il mio mondo. Senza Speranza.

Io certo non ho scritto il mio destino.
No No No 3
copyright Minimal Production XH (Nniet Brovdi: words, voice, clarinet, pipe organ, electronics;images-performance, video)

number 7

noreply@blogger.com (Nniet Brovdi) — Thu, 15 Aug 2013 00:47:00 +0200

To Die Of Grief

Every sorrow pass through the body.It's a delicious sharp flower.

Seven sorrow
Seven wounds
Seven guardian angels

The first cut, reminds "me" the slight wind among the sunny cornfields.
I had my arms scratched by ears of corn. My paternal grandmother.
She refreshed my inpertinent arms with the olive oil.
At that time, I was a curious child. (now I'm tired)

The second cut, is the "father". He laid his hand on the head of his "son". (now he is confused)
The third cut, is the "mother" of all unknown thoughts. (now she is uncomfortable)
The fourth cut, is the "brother" that accompanies the lost souls.(now he is dead)
The fifth cut, is the "holy-river-water" for alone humans. It's pass through the lungs.
The sixth cut, is the "flower of love" that does not, not never die in the heart.
The seventh cut, is the "food of the poor". This is the food to save the modern empty souls.

After the seventh cutting, back the slight wind.
I don't remember anything. Nothing but nothing. I have lost words to say something right.
Now I'm bad for you.

Everything comes to an end. It won't last forever.
(but...I don't believe)
(copyright Minimal Production XH -Nniet Brovdi: words, imagine, song)

Ogni dolore passa attraverso il corpo. Un delizioso fiore tagliente.

7 i dolori
7 le ferite
7 gli angeli custodi

Il primo taglio, "mi ricorda" il vento leggero tra i campi di grano assolati.
Avevo le braccia graffiate da spighe di grano. Mia nonna paterna.
Lei rinfrescava le mie braccia impertinenti con olio di oliva.
In quel tempo, io ero un curioso bambino.(ora stanco)

Il secondo taglio, è il "padre". Posa la mano sul capo del "figlio".(ora confuso)
Il terzo taglio, è la "madre" di tutti gli ignoti pensieri.(ora sconfortata)
Il quarto taglio, è il "fratello" che accompagna le anime perdute.(ora morto)
Il quinto taglio è il "fiume di acqua santa" per gli uomini soli. Attraversa i polmoni.
Il sesto taglio, è il "fiore dell'amore" che non muore, non muore mai, mai nel cuore. No.
Il settimo taglio, è il "cibo dei poveri". Questo è il cibo per salvare le vuote anime moderne.

Dopo il settimo taglio, torna la leggera brezza del vento.
Non ricordo più niente. Niente altro che niente. Ho perso le parole per dire qualcosa di giusto.
Ora sono cattivo per te.

Tutto passa.
Passerà anche questa volta.
(ma non ci credo)
(copyright Minimal Production XH -Nniet Brovdi: words, imagine, song)

Y 3 xxx th

noreply@blogger.com (Nniet Brovdi) — Fri, 10 May 2013 21:55:00 +0200

The Stake (In My Mind)

And here comes the dawn with fire to burn your body like dead after succumbed to long battles of unknown love.The Knights are well-armored sheltered by pitfalls sad, garbled.Your body has danced for 3 times in 3 years and for 3 devilish hermaphrodites.

He had nothing to say. He never spoke.He had nothing for nothing.Every thing is a rule of God or of the Wise Men.They crossed the short life

And here comes the water with the wind to banish the fire
And here comes the water with the wind to banish the fire
And here comes the water with the wind to banish the fire

I don't speak I don't speak I don't speak

The stake, the body,the stake, the body
the putrid stench of meat down her throat and the smoke like nails in the eyes.

I'm tired

You don't look who haunts your soul. You don't follow the traitors who praise the flag of good.You don't harass those who doesn't understand.
You follow the death like another way to bless.A Salvation.(She is) Putrid...

(copyright minimal production XH) private collection 3Archive13 Nniet B: selfportrait fireimage,words, song, voice, clarinet, electronics

E arriva l’alba con il fuoco per bruciare il tuo corpo esàmine dopo aver ceduto alle lunghe battaglie di amore ignoto. I cavalieri sono ben corazzati al riparo di insidie tristi, incomprensibili. Il tuo corpo ha danzato per 3 volte in 3 anni e per 3 ermafroditi diabolici. Ebbe ben poco da dire e ben poco parlò. Ebbe niente per niente. Tutto nella regola stabilita da Dio o forse dai Saggi passati nel breve corso della vita.
E arriva l’acqua con il vento per bandire il fuoco
E arriva l’acqua con il vento per bandire il fuoco
E arriva l’acqua con il vento per bandire il fuoco
Non parlo. Non parlo. Non parlo.
Il rogo, il corpo, il puzzo putrido della carne in gola e il fumo come chiodi negli occhi.
Sono stanco.
Non guardare chi tormenta la tua anima. Non seguire chi del bene ne fa una bandiera traditrice. Non tormentare chi non comprende.
Segui la morte come fosse un’altra via da benedire. Una Salvezza. Putrida...
private collection 3Archive13 Nniet Brovdi xxx th

NIGHT L M

noreply@blogger.com (Nniet Brovdi) — Fri, 26 Apr 2013 13:45:00 +0200

Night Night Night

Lisa M Lisa Lisa

To look To look To Look

Night at Night Distance

M Lisa

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-uh uh uh there my guys!

noreply@blogger.com (Nniet Brovdi) — Sat, 2 Mar 2013 15:57:00 +0100

-uh uh uh there my guys!
Silence. Joke. antics!
You.You. You. I'm sure. We have fake money in your pocket, because we are bad confused boys.
The hypocrisy is on our heads like Jesus Christ.
Help me Jesus. Help me Jesus. Help me Jesus
Hi There!... Looks good in your mind. Wake up. F.u.c.k. the silly man!
Among some, there is another era!
I'm sure! Sure Sure Sure!
I have a sweet little candy ready for you and a poison for the silly guys!
I'm your ghost and I will never leave thee ever alone.
I'm the naughty poet of light in your soul.
My hands for you

-uh uh uh there my guys!
Silenzio. Scherzo. buffonate!
ehiTu! Lo so. Noi abbiamo dei soldi falsi in tasca, perchè siamo cattivi ragazzi confusi.
L'ipocrisia è sulla nostra testa come Gesù Cristo.
Aiutami Gesù Cristo
Hi. Guarda bene nella tua mente. Svegliati! Fotti gli stupidi dormienti!
Tra un po' c'è un'altra era!
Sono certo! Certo Certo Certo!
Ho una dolce piccola caramellina pronta per te e un veleno per gli stupidi ragazzi!
Sono il tuo fantasma e non ti lascerò mai in pace.
Sono il cattivo poeta della luce nella tua anima.
Le mie mani per te
(copyright Minimal Production XH nnb 2013, Nniet Brovdi: images,words,short story in this empty world- by "The Holy Book")

24 in Memory of my Brother F.

noreply@blogger.com (Nniet Brovdi) — Thu, 24 Jan 2013 22:21:00 +0100

NEQUITIA NON EST TAM FORTIS QUAM VIRTUS
(in memory of my brother F.)
The roses in my garden are dead. Today.
Dark tears. Today.
Yesterday... 24 24 24
Le rose nel mio giardino sono morte. Oggi.
Lacrime oscure. Oggi.
Ieri... et nunc et semper

(Nniet Brovdi: images, words, blood, tears; Copyright Minimal Production XH nnb;private collection)

The End Of Given Circumstance

noreply@blogger.com (Nniet Brovdi) — Mon, 31 Dec 2012 22:04:00 +0100

The end of given Circumstances

xopheliax - Oh, My Lord! How come you are so sad on this day between the end and the beginning of nothing?
xhamletx - My dear xopheliax.
I am mortified by your patience towards me and it deeply grieves me that time passes untasted although foreboding.
It is fair to love the present that flees before one may picture it.
It (Alas!The present and the past,never come back).Never.
I know, all things that occur in the palm of my hand are now beyond comprehension, but open to mutation.
We can be human and so foolish.
(Nniet Brovdi xxx th copyright XH NNB: Short story, words, images, performance, musics)

La fine di un Tempo

xofeliax- Oh Monsignore!Come mai siete così triste in questo giorno tra la fine e l'inizio di niente?
xhamletx- Mia cara Ofelia.
Sono mortificato per la vostra pazienza verso di me e sono profondamente addolorato per il tempo che passa senza averlo apprezzato anche nel suo disastroso divenire.
E' bene amare il presente che fugge prima ancora di averlo pensato. Esso (il preseente e passato, ahimè non tornano più).
Io so che ogni cosa che passa sul palmo della mia mano, ora è incomprensibile, ma è aperta al cambiamento.
Noi possiamo essere umani e tanto folli.(Nniet Brovdi xxx th copyright XH NNB: Short story, words, images, performance, musics)

My SILLY SONG FOR XMAS (red Berlin)

noreply@blogger.com (Nniet Brovdi) — Mon, 24 Dec 2012 23:36:00 +0100

my SILLY SONG FOR XMAS
I see Christmas lights in the empty towns of the world.
I'm not crying. I'm not laughing. I'm not dying.
I wait for the evening light when one Heavenly bird sings.
And I'm happy. Don't be sad. Don't be sad. Don't be sad

(Nniet Brovdi:SHORT XMAS STORY; Images, words, performer, silly song; minimal production XHAMLETX xxx th)
my SILLY SONG FOR XMAS
Vedo le luci di Natale nelle città vuote del mondo.
Non piango. Non rido. Non sto morendo.
Aspetto la luce serale quando un "Solo Uccello Paradisiaco" canta.
E sono felice.
Non stare triste. Non stare triste. Non Stare triste.

MY Disastrous Life (I)

noreply@blogger.com (Nniet Brovdi) — Tue, 11 Dec 2012 22:21:00 +0100

I DON'T LOVE MY DISASTROUS LIFE. YES, I'M SURE.

Now this is My Disastrous Life (The Heaven is Dead II) 2012 (self portrait II (frame) made to measure for my "performance...work in progress 2012)

(self portrait II (frame) made to measure for my "performance...work in progress 2012) Nniet Brovdi xxx century — in Berlino-Roma copyright XH xhamletx xxx th_____

Blood in Berlin for my Wall-Love (part I)

noreply@blogger.com (Nniet Brovdi) — Tue, 11 Dec 2012 20:40:00 +0100

Now I don't say anything.Now I don't say anything.Now I don't say anything.
Here there are the walls and Windows of Heaven.
The blood of the people of this my World.
I'll give you this
If you kiss me, kiss me, kiss me
the drops of blood and tears and tears
on my Holy hands
Yes.
I'm a Saint. _________________(maybe...)
And you wouldn't believe it
Ever
I know
I love your wooden head I love your wooden head I love your wooden head.

Now I don't say anything.
(images :Nniet Brovdi in Berlin; Words, Short Story(Part I) (made to measure for performance)- copyright Minimal production XH 2012 Berlin

Io ora non dico nulla.
Quì ci sono le Mura e Celesti finestre .
Il sangue degli uomini di questo mio Mondo
Io questo ti donerò
se tu mi baci le gocce di sangue e di pianto
sulle mie mani sante
Si.
Sono un Santo.______________(Forse...)
E tu non mi crederai.
Mai
Lo so
Io amo la tua testa di legno Io amo la tua testa di Legno Io amo la tua testa di legno
Io ora non dico nulla.
Images:Nniet Brovdi in Berlin; Words, Short Story(Part I) (made to measure for performance)- copyright Minimal production XH 2012 Berlin)

NO ME (Song & Performance in Berlin)

noreply@blogger.com (Nniet Brovdi) — Tue, 24 Jul 2012 00:06:00 +0200

NO ME (song Made to Measure for Performance in Berlin; work in progress)

Oh Jesus Don't Save Me

oh Jesus don't save me
please please please don't save me oh my Lord

My voice is not my voice. My words are on the streets where I walk
and look at it. I feel. I listen.
I listen to the chaos of holy city
I listen the silence of my holy home, in my
stupid mind.

I don't know if I find something.
Oh no! Jesus don't save me please please please
I don't know nothing,
nothing else, nothing, when I walk and I think.
Maybe. Maybe. Maybe

Oh Jesus don't save the good people
the good people is gost people
3 2 1 and zero no no no no no no
please don't save me, no me
please don't save me, no me
Give me only the peace in my heart, in my hat oh my Lord!

I'm alone in these places. I'm not alone in these places.
I don't follow anyone.
Nothing is for myself.
Nothing Nothing
no me no me no me no me

Oh Jesus don't ask me. I can't help You

(Nniet Brovdi: Musician-Composer; performer,videoart; voice, piano, sax, clarinet, electronics, words;
Images in Berlin 2012...minimal production XH; work in progress...)
Copyright Minimal Production XH 2012

Silly & Alone

noreply@blogger.com (Nniet Brovdi) — Sat, 26 May 2012 16:11:00 +0200

I'm silly & alone. Alone. I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. The silly people don't kill me , never never never. I love the good world. The people are not good. I'm sure. You think that I'm crazy, but you are wrong. Now, the world is OUT. I'm sad for this. I'm tired for this. Dark Tears in this Hempty World...Dark Tears, Sad Dark tears in this wonderful & sad World. I don't know what to think. Only my sick soul is for you. maybe maybe maybe (Nniet Brovdi xxx th)

Sono sciocco & solo; solo. Sto bene. Sto bene . Sto bene. La gente (stupida) non mi uccide. Mai . Mai. Mai. Amo il mondo. La gente non è per niente buona. Ah no! Sono certo. Pensi:- Io sono pazzo, eh certo, ma ti sbagli! Ora il Mondo è sbagliato, fuori di sè. Sono rammaricato.
Lacrime Oscure in questo VUOTO MONDO... Lacrime Oscure. Tristi Lacrime in questo meraviglioso e triste mondo. Io non dico. Non so più pensare. (Che dire?) Solo la mia malata anima è per te.
Forse. Forse. Forse... (Nniet Brovdi xxx secolo)
(from "Dark Tears" copyright XH nnb minimal production 2012)
(Nnb: image, selfshot, words,,,)

MR.LIE + 1 = 0+0

noreply@blogger.com (Nniet Brovdi) — Sat, 17 Dec 2011 13:04:00 +0100

NON SI VIVE DI SOLO SANGUE

Nothing is holy in the wrong world. Nothing is correct in what you do.You kill the other. You hate others and others walk the streets.

I would not be you. Never Never.I have a burning fire inside my throat and and and my stomach...burns.

If I'm alone, I'm not alone. not. never. For these reasons, I'm eating the first consecrated bread and the blood of the suffering Paradise.And then, I laugh, I laugh, I laugh like a mad man in these empty streets.

Nothing is holy in wrong world. Nothing is correct in what you do.You kill the other. You hate others and others walk the streets.

This is the truth.

This is the lie.

(Copyright Minimal Production XH 2011 private collection From "My Holy Book")

Nniet Brovdi: Wordsong, composer, images & other

XHAMLETX

I'm Tired Bored by Dreams - BadPeople - CrazyFamily (performance voice electronics song, suicide) --->(LookALL & after Click Here!)

my passion-tie

Hamlet Drunk II (sad & happy)

HAMLET DRUNK I have a lamp

Winter-Hope

24 Tears

PASSAGE/NO Empty Words For Me

MY MIND MY MIND in your Ghost Life

Nniet In City Rome. Why? (Alcoholic Bar)

SUMMERTIME for XMAS (in last xmas day) loop

The Circle Of The Brain - Song for Me (part 01)

Orange, Happy Suicide (my confusion) & my Dog

You Can't Live On Nothing (loop)

number 7

Y 3 xxx th

NIGHT L M

Night Night Night

Lisa M Lisa Lisa

To look To look To Look

Night at Night Distance

M Lisa

M Lisa

M Lisa

copyright minimal production XH Nniet Brovdi xxx th Nnb: words, image, shot

-uh uh uh there my guys!

24 in Memory of my Brother F.

The End Of Given Circumstance

The end of given Circumstances

La fine di un Tempo

My SILLY SONG FOR XMAS (red Berlin)

MY Disastrous Life (I)

Now this is My Disastrous Life (The Heaven is Dead II) 2012 (self portrait II (frame) made to measure for my "performance...work in progress 2012)

(self portrait II (frame) made to measure for my "performance...work in progress 2012) Nniet Brovdi xxx century — in Berlino-Roma copyright XH xhamletx xxx th_____

Blood in Berlin for my Wall-Love (part I)

Now I don't say anything.(images :Nniet Brovdi in Berlin; Words, Short Story(Part I) (made to measure for performance)- copyright Minimal production XH 2012 Berlin

NO ME (Song & Performance in Berlin)

Silly & Alone

MR.LIE + 1 = 0+0

Now I don't say anything.
(images :Nniet Brovdi in Berlin; Words, Short Story(Part I) (made to measure for performance)- copyright Minimal production XH 2012 Berlin