Ecco.

Non ho bisogno che sia facile,
ho bisogno che ne valga la pena.
(L. Wayne)

Parachutes

In a haze, a stormy haze,
I’ll be around
I’ll be loving you always,
Always

Here I am, and I’ll take my time,
Here I am and I’ll wait in line
Always

Sentirsi come...

...un gabbiano che vola su Via Tuscolana a Roma.
Chissà se anche lui si starà chiedendo "mmmmh...avrò sbagliato strada?!"

19 Novembre 2012

Intolleranza al mondo.
Intolleranza alle persone, alle cose, ai luoghi, alle situazioni.
Intolleranza ai modi di dire e ai modi di fare. Intolleranza a chi è intollerante perchè pensa che tutti i problemi più grandi siano suoi.
E invece sapessi quanti cavoli ho io...ma me li tengo per me e faccio la personcina brava ed educata. Poi magari dentro mi sento lo spirito del kamikaze o del terrorista che ha come unico obiettivo quello di fare stragi.
Ecco sì, ho l'animo di una molotov appena accesa. Che palle.

Wishing I had strength to stand...

This is not the end 

This is not the beginning, 
Just a voice like a riot 
Rocking every revision 
But you listen to the tone 
And the violet rhythm 
Though the words sound steady 
Something empty's within 'em 

We say Yeah! 
With fists flying up in the air, 
Like we're holding onto something 
Thats invisible there, 
Cuz we're living at the mercy of 
The pain and the fear 
Until we dead it, Forget it, 
Let it all dissapear. 

Waiting for the end to come 
Wishing I had strength to stand 
This is not what I had planned It's out of my control...

Flying at the speed of light 
Thoughts we're spinning in my head 
So many things were left unsaid 
It's hard to let you go... 

oh, I know what it takes to move on, 
I know how it feels to lie, 
All I wanna do 
Is trade this life for something new 
Holding on to what I haven't got 

Sitting in an empty room 
Trying to forget the past 
This was never meant to last, 
I wish it wasn't so... 

oh, I know what it takes to move on, 

I know how it feels to lie, 
All I wanna do 
Is trade this life for something new 
Holding on to what I haven't got 

What was left when that fire was gone? 
I thought it felt right but that right was wrong 
All caught up in the eye of the storm 
And trying to figure out what it's like moving on 
And i don't even know what kind of things I've said 
My mouth kept moving and my mind went dead 
So, picking up the pieces, now where to begin? 
The hardest part of ending Is starting again! 

All I wanna do 
Is trade this life for something new 
Holding on to what i haven't got 

This is not the end 
This is not the beginning, 
Just a voice like a riot 
Rocking every revision 
But you listen to the tone 
And the violet rhythm 
Though the words sound steady 
Something empty's within 'em 
(Holding on to what i haven't got) 

We say Yeah! 
With fists flying up in the air 
Like we're holding onto something 
Thats invisible there, 
Coz we're living at the mercy of 
The pain and th fear 
Until we dead it, Forget it, 
Let it all dissapear 
(Holding on to what i haven't got!)

We’ll never feel bad anymore

On an island in the sun
We’ll be playing and having fun
And it makes me feel so fine
I can’t control my brain

We’ll run away together
We’ll spend some time forever
We’ll never feel bad anymore

I've got another confession my friend, I'm no fool. I'm getting tired of starting again...

Uno ci prova  anche a cambiare. Respira piano e a fondo. Prova a mettere più pazienza, più tolleranza. Cerca con cura le parole, sfodera sorrisi. Ce la mette tutta.
Quando poi vede che è tutto assolutamente inutile perchè gli sforzi restano lì inermi, non raccolti o nemmeno lontanamente recepiti, allora  a quel punto viene spontaneo pensare "Fanculo va".