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Wednesday, December 07, 2005 - ore 09:23
E a capodanno
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
Tutti in maschera, vestiti da folletti. Olèèèè.
BANG!Sto Maracaibo, musica a parte, è un posticino coi controfiocchi, ho bevuto uno dei migliori cocktail della mia storia recente. E in precedenza ho rischiato di tranciarmi a metà la macchina in parcheggio. E stasera al DNA ci sono due band di cui non so nulla, se non che una delle due è composta dai tizi degli Effettoplacebo che fanno pezzi loro. Come mai di mercoledì?
Ma perchè domani è vacanza,
amori!
Bright Eyes - A perfect sonnet (1999)Lately I’ve been wishing I had one desire
something that would make me never want another
something that would make it so that nothing matters
all would be clear then.
But I guess I’ll have to settle for a few brief moments
and watch all dissolve into a single second
and try to write it down into a perfect sonnet
or one foolish line.
Because that’s all that you’ll get so you’ll have to accept
you are here and then you’re gone.
But I believe that lovers should be tied together and
thrown into the ocean in the worst of weather
and left there to drown
left there to drown
in their innocence.
But as for me I’m coming to the final chapter
I read all of the pages and there is still no answer
only all that was before I know must soon come after
that is the only way it can be.
So I stand in the sun
and I breathe with my lungs
trying to spare me the weight of the truth.
Saying everything you have ever seen was just a mirror
and you’ve spent your whole life sweating in an endless fever
and now you are laying in a bathroom full of freezing water
wishing you were a ghost.
But once you knew a girl and you named her lover
and danced with her in kitchens through the greenest summer
but autumn came, she disappeared
you don’t remember where she said she was going to.
But you know that she is gone because she left you a song
that you don’t want to sing.
We’re singing I believe that lovers should be chained together
and thrown into a fire with their songs and letters
and left there to burn in their arrogance.
But as for me I’m coming to my final failure
I’ve killed myself with changes trying to make things better
but I still ended up becoming something other than what I had planned to be.
Now I believe that lovers should be draped in flowers
and layed entwined together on a bed of clover
and left there to sleep
left there to dream of their happiness.
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