piccole rondini che si muovono dal seno
occhi macchiati di sole
piedi liberi di correre
spazi ampi luminosi e vorticosi
nessun suono
prima della pioggia
giovedì 25 agosto 2011
domenica 21 agosto 2011
martedì 16 agosto 2011
lunedì 15 agosto 2011
Up to the mountain
In memoriam
I went up to the mountain
Because you asked me to
Up over the clouds
To where the sky was blue
I could see all around me
Everywhere
I could see all around me
Everywhere
Sometimes I feel like
I've never been nothing but tired
And I'll be walking
Till the day I expire
Sometimes I lay down
No more can I do
But then I go on again
Because you ask me to
Some days I look down
Afraid I will fall
And though the sun shines
I see nothing at all
Then I hear your sweet voice, oh
Oh, come and then go, come and then go
Telling me softly
You love me so
The peaceful valley
Just over the mountain
The peaceful valley
Few come to know
I may never get there
Ever in this lifetime
But sooner or later
It's there I will go
Sooner or later
It's there I will go
Patty Griffin
I went up to the mountain
Because you asked me to
Up over the clouds
To where the sky was blue
I could see all around me
Everywhere
I could see all around me
Everywhere
Sometimes I feel like
I've never been nothing but tired
And I'll be walking
Till the day I expire
Sometimes I lay down
No more can I do
But then I go on again
Because you ask me to
Some days I look down
Afraid I will fall
And though the sun shines
I see nothing at all
Then I hear your sweet voice, oh
Oh, come and then go, come and then go
Telling me softly
You love me so
The peaceful valley
Just over the mountain
The peaceful valley
Few come to know
I may never get there
Ever in this lifetime
But sooner or later
It's there I will go
Sooner or later
It's there I will go
Patty Griffin
Where did you sleep last night
Qualcosa che ribolle ed esplode. Interpretazione fenomenale.
My girl, my girl, don't lie to me
Tell me where did you sleep last night?
In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun never shines
My body shivered all night
My girl, my girl, don't lie to me
Tell me where did you sleep last night?
In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun never shines
My body shivered all night
Her husband was a hardworking man
About a mile away from here
His head was found in a driving wheel
But his body never was found
My girl, my girl, don't lie to me
Tell me where did you sleep last night?
In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun never shines
And my body shivered for you
My girl, my girl, where will you go?
I'm going where the cold wind blows
To the pines, to the pines
Where the sun never shines
My body shivers for you
My girl, my girl, don't lie to me
Tell me where did you sleep last night?
In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun never shines
My body shivered for you
My body shivered
My body shivered
My body shivered
My girl, my girl, don't lie to me
Tell me where did you sleep last night?
In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun never shines
My body shivered all night
My girl, my girl, don't lie to me
Tell me where did you sleep last night?
In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun never shines
My body shivered all night
Her husband was a hardworking man
About a mile away from here
His head was found in a driving wheel
But his body never was found
My girl, my girl, don't lie to me
Tell me where did you sleep last night?
In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun never shines
And my body shivered for you
My girl, my girl, where will you go?
I'm going where the cold wind blows
To the pines, to the pines
Where the sun never shines
My body shivers for you
My girl, my girl, don't lie to me
Tell me where did you sleep last night?
In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun never shines
My body shivered for you
My body shivered
My body shivered
My body shivered
mercoledì 10 agosto 2011
Visioni
Stamattina, in auto, ho visto Gabo già grande, ragazzo, giovane adulto. Ho provato un profondo senso di vuoto. Di solitudine. Di malinconia. Non siamo fatti per salti improvvisi di questo tipo. Meglio un giorno alla volta.
In bagno, scopro che la carta igienica ha un difetto. A ogni foglio che si srotola, si alterna una strisciolina di un centimetro. Srotolo per vedere dove finisce e non finisce, la strisciolina prosegue per tutto il rotolo. Saranno così i rotoli dei Puffi?
Alla finestra, guardo fuori, in faccia Milano. E mi arriva improvvisa l'immagine delle spiagge assiepate di persone. Mi prende la nausea, per un attimo. Sento il caos, il movimento, la mancanza di spazio. E provo amore per questa città svuotata. Potessi solo avere un po' di sano ozio.
In bagno, scopro che la carta igienica ha un difetto. A ogni foglio che si srotola, si alterna una strisciolina di un centimetro. Srotolo per vedere dove finisce e non finisce, la strisciolina prosegue per tutto il rotolo. Saranno così i rotoli dei Puffi?
Alla finestra, guardo fuori, in faccia Milano. E mi arriva improvvisa l'immagine delle spiagge assiepate di persone. Mi prende la nausea, per un attimo. Sento il caos, il movimento, la mancanza di spazio. E provo amore per questa città svuotata. Potessi solo avere un po' di sano ozio.
venerdì 5 agosto 2011
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