BLOOD PASSIO N NIET

BLOOD PASSIO N NIET

30.12.13

PASSAGE/NO Empty Words For Me

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

THE FINAL WORDS
eh eh eh- ... Maybe. I'm here. I'm There
(Nniet Brovdi: NoWords, Images, performer Self-silly-portraits)
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Nniet In City Rome. Why? (Alcoholic Bar)

"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

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

20.12.13

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

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)
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3.12.13

Orange, Happy Suicide (my confusion) & my Dog

"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)

1.9.13

You Can't Live On Nothing (loop)

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
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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
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15.8.13

number 7

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)

10.5.13

Y 3 xxx th

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

26.4.13

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

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2.3.13

-uh uh uh there my guys!





-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")

24.1.13

24 in Memory of my Brother F.

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)