"Il treno ringhiando passa,
È il diretto delle sei
Ho il freddo nelle ossa
Dimmi come stai.
Questa panchina è tanto fredda
Ma restiamo cara ancora un po’
Io non posso offrirti altro
Vedi, è tutto ciò che ho."
Alessandro Bono - Bambina
golden conquering a cast of the space under my cheap plastic chair with fake kid smile
Please, please please: can I have Michael Stipe all to myself just for one day? I promise I’ll be good from now on!
I raised my head from the riverbed and i tasted the air tired eyes, open wide (Tired eyes - Hey Rosetta!)
i built my home of oak and stone and i feasted on the animals and earth
i raised my kids in modern beds and i taught them to take what’s theirs
i built this town on god and doubt and science (an economy of fear)
i drained the pond and the woods beyond for dinner, and the river for a song
the more i’ve got the more i want. i’m blinded…but i’m waking up!
blossom iris into lily white
tired eyes, open wide
salty brine - bluest sky
tired eyes, open wide
either side - all these veins of light!
"I don’t mind repeating
I am not complete
I have never been the gifted type
….
I know, I know that this is changing
we walk the streets to feel the ground I’m chasing through Überlin
I am flying on a star into a meteor tonight
I am flying on a star, a star, a star
I will make it through the day and then the day becomes the night
I will make it through the night"
Überlin - R.E.M.
And yet another R.E.M. song tailored on my needs. I wonder how they do that. But they saved my life, once again.
"Before you go to bed tonight
You must turn off all your headlights
Count the stars instead of crying
Life is only slowly dying"
Headlights - Sean Lennon
"
you
you and i made a pact
a deal that as we lay dying
we’d think about eachother then
and smile as we’re taken in
i
i listened like a little child
to the story of your earthbound pilot
he plummeted so violent
a parachute not opening
and rushing to oblivion
he broke into that knowing grin
i
i think about that a lot
cause a lot is what i’ve not got
and a smile is what i least expect
in the clutches of this darkness
you
you i was surprised to hear
your birdsong velvet in my ear
the phone broke its silent stint
i pulled the cord and i needed it
you billowed like a bowl of silk
and slowed me from my ruining
We made a pact - Hey Rosetta!
Anyone else but you
I kiss you on the brain in the shadow of a train
I kiss you all starry eyed, my body’s swinging from side to side
I don’t see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you
Here is the church and here is the steeple
We sure are cute for two ugly people
I don’t see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you
…
You are always trying to keep it real
I’m in love with how you feel
I don’t see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you
E’ possibile amare così tanto, dopo così tanto tempo? E’ possibile trovare familiare ogni piccolo gesto, ogni sguardo, il calore del tuo corpo, il tuo odore, eppure non averne mai abbastanza? Vederti muovere le mani e sapere esattamente cosa farai dopo, sentirsi sopraffare dall’anticipazione, dal desiderio.. Sentirsi al sicuro, sapere di avere un porto sicuro, la casa a cui tornare sempre, anche se una casa ancora non ce l’abbiamo. Ma tu sei la mia casa dell’anima. Perché noi la nostra casa ce l’abbiamo già. Ed è Parigi, Praga, Vienna, Stoccolma.. E’ tutti i posti in cui siamo stati insieme. E’ Berlino. E’ Torino, dove tu eri con me nei giorni grigi, nelle strade buie, nel freddo, nelle camminate interminabili. E’ Pisa. Dove ci siamo incontrati, conosciuti. Dove ho imparato ad amare quando mi sono innamorata di te. Dove continuo ad amare, oggi, come 8 anni e mezzo fa. Oggi più di allora, quando quei gesti per me erano nuovi. Quando ancora non eri casa mia. Quando speravo che lo saresti diventato. Grazie per avermi insegnato tutto questo, grazie per accogliermi sempre. Ti amo.
On the Fly - R.E.M.
"I stood there naked by the trains again
Frozen stock still in the yard
A Heron waiting for the fish to jump
I never let down my guard
I’ve been exclusive when it comes to you
I don’t recieve at all
I wish I felt the same when you called me late
I almost wished you wouldn’t call
God knows what I’m looking for
And god knows what I am"
On the Fly - R.E.M.
Sometimes I think this cycle never ends
We slide from top to bottom and we turn and climb again
And it seems by the time that I have figured what it’s worth
The squeaking of our skin against the steel has gotten worse
But if I move my place in line I’ll lose
And I have waited the anticipation’s got me glued
I am waiting for something to go wrong
I am waiting for familiar resolve
Expo’86 - Death Cab for Cutie
