Forse il tormento di non amare nessuno è uguale a quello di amare qualcuno. Fretta e senso di spreco. Come siamo convinti: siamo il tesoro che nessuno scopre, siamo gli angeli che nessuno intravede. Ma ora bisogna crescere, essere più onesti. Accettare di essere isolati. Nessuno ha il dovere di amarci. Se qualcuno che amiamo a sua volta ci amerà, non sarà per un nostro diritto ma sarà un dono raro, imprevedibile.
-Marco Mancassola-
"Il mondo senza di me"
domenica 25 ottobre 2009
lunedì 12 ottobre 2009
It's not the red of the dying sun
The morning sheets surprising stain
It's not the red of which we bleed
The red of cabernet sauvignon
A world of ruby all in vain
It's not that red
It's not as golden as Zeus famous shower
It doesn't come, not at all, from above
It's in the open but it doesn't get stolen
It's not that goldIt's not as golden as memory
Or the age of the same name
It's not that gold
I wish this would be your colour
I wish this would be your colour
I wish this would be your colour
Your colour, I wish
It is as black as malevitch's square
The cold furnace in which we stare
A high pitch on a future scale
It is a starless winternight's taleIt suits you well
It is that black
I wish this would be your colour
I wish this would be your colour
I wish this would be your colour
Your colour, I wish
The morning sheets surprising stain
It's not the red of which we bleed
The red of cabernet sauvignon
A world of ruby all in vain
It's not that red
It's not as golden as Zeus famous shower
It doesn't come, not at all, from above
It's in the open but it doesn't get stolen
It's not that goldIt's not as golden as memory
Or the age of the same name
It's not that gold
I wish this would be your colour
I wish this would be your colour
I wish this would be your colour
Your colour, I wish
It is as black as malevitch's square
The cold furnace in which we stare
A high pitch on a future scale
It is a starless winternight's taleIt suits you well
It is that black
I wish this would be your colour
I wish this would be your colour
I wish this would be your colour
Your colour, I wish
Ti criticheranno sempre, parleranno male di te, e sarà difficile che incontri qualcuno al quale tu possa andare bene come sei.
Vivi come credi, fai cosa ti dice il cuore, ciò che vuoi.
Una vita è un'opera di teatro che non ha prove iniziali.
Canta, ridi, balla, ama...
E vivi intensamente ogni momento della tua vita.
Prima che cali il sipario e che l'opera finisca senza applausi.
C. Chaplin
Vivi come credi, fai cosa ti dice il cuore, ciò che vuoi.
Una vita è un'opera di teatro che non ha prove iniziali.
Canta, ridi, balla, ama...
E vivi intensamente ogni momento della tua vita.
Prima che cali il sipario e che l'opera finisca senza applausi.
C. Chaplin
Quando la gente ti dirà che hai sbagliato... e avrai errori dappertutto dietro la schiena, fregatene. Ricordatene. Devi fregartene. Tutte le bocce di cristallo che hai rotto erano solo vita... non sono quelli gli errori... quella è vita... e la vita vera magari è proprio quella che si spacca, quella vita su cento che alla fine si spacca... io questo l'ho capito, il mondo è pieno di gente che gira in tasca con le sue piccole biglie di vetro... le sue piccole tristi biglie infrangibili... e allora tu non smetterla mai di soffiare nelle tue sfere di cristallo... sono belle, a me è piaciuto guardarle, per tutto il tempo che ti sono stato vicino... ci si vede dentro tanta di quella roba... è una cosa che ti mette l'allegria addosso... non smetterla mai... e se un giorno scoppieranno, anche quella sarà vita, a modo suo... meravigliosa vita.
Don’t speak to me this way
Don’t ever let me say
Don’t leave me again
Don’t leave me again
Oh , You never felt this lost before
And the world is closing doors
I never wanted anything more..more
Oh , You never felt this lost before
And the world is closing doors
I never wanted anything more
Don’t hug me this way
Don’t touch me this way
Don’t hurt me again
Don’t hurt me again
Don’t hug me this way
Don’t touch me this way
Don’t hurt me againDon’t hurt me again
Oh , You never felt this lost before
And the world is closing doors
I never wanted anything more
Oh , You never felt this lost before
And the world is closing doors
I never wanted anything more
Don’t let me make the same mistake again
Please, don’t let me make the same mistake again
Please, don’t let me make the same mistake again
Don’t let me make the same mistake again
Oh , You never felt this lost before
And the world is closing doors
I never wanted anything more
Oh , You never felt this lost before
And the world is closing doors
I never wanted anything more
Don’t let me make the same mistake again
Don’t let me make the same mistake again
Please, don’t let me make the same mistake again
Please, don’t let me make the same mistake again
-Moby-
Don’t ever let me say
Don’t leave me again
Don’t leave me again
Oh , You never felt this lost before
And the world is closing doors
I never wanted anything more..more
Oh , You never felt this lost before
And the world is closing doors
I never wanted anything more
Don’t hug me this way
Don’t touch me this way
Don’t hurt me again
Don’t hurt me again
Don’t hug me this way
Don’t touch me this way
Don’t hurt me againDon’t hurt me again
Oh , You never felt this lost before
And the world is closing doors
I never wanted anything more
Oh , You never felt this lost before
And the world is closing doors
I never wanted anything more
Don’t let me make the same mistake again
Please, don’t let me make the same mistake again
Please, don’t let me make the same mistake again
Don’t let me make the same mistake again
Oh , You never felt this lost before
And the world is closing doors
I never wanted anything more
Oh , You never felt this lost before
And the world is closing doors
I never wanted anything more
Don’t let me make the same mistake again
Don’t let me make the same mistake again
Please, don’t let me make the same mistake again
Please, don’t let me make the same mistake again
-Moby-
martedì 6 ottobre 2009
Sabrina
It's not the red of the dying sun
The morning sheets surprising stain
It's not the red of which we bleed
The red of cabernet sauvignon
A world of ruby all in vain
It's not that red
It's not as golden as Zeus famous shower
It doesn't come, not at all, from above
It's in the open but it doesn't get stolen
It's not that gold
It's not as golden as memory
Or the age of the same name
It's not that gold
I wish this would be your colour
I wish this would be your colour
I wish this would be your colour
Your colour, I wish
It is as black as malevitch's square
The cold furnace in which we stare
A high pitch on a future scale
It is a starless winternight's tale
It suits you well
It is that black
I wish this would be your colour
I wish this would be your colour
I wish this would be your colour
Your colour, I wish
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