A tranquil April 25: beautiful sunny day, hot and crowded enough. In the afternoon of the first huge bowl of ice cream with friends of all time, an evening spent wandering in the car, without a clear destination to the background of a CD consists of songs closely associated with memories of the life of each. Every day I see more and more conto che le cose stanno cambiando, che noi siamo cresciute. A volte sembra di essere più distanti: le priorità mutano, gli interessi pure; magari tra un pò la vita ci allontanerà ancora di più, però per adesso voglio solo pensare a quanto è bello capirsi ancora solo con uno sguardo.
Tanto per essere ancora più "stucchevole", come QUALCUNO sicuramente mi definirà posto il testo di una canzone che da giorni mi ronza in testa e che io sinceramente trovo bella:
Di canzone in canzone
di casello in stazione
abbiam fatto giornata
che era tutta da fare
la luna ci ha presi
e ci ha messi a dormire
o a cerchiare la bocca
to amaze and smoking as if the angels were there
to say that it is entirely possible
Goodnight Italy has a little 'rest
so much to guard is a nice piece of sea there
yellowing in the moss this crib
that is not changed, that is not removed
mosquitoes and vampires that suck if there
pumping blood in a beautiful belly
Goodnight Italy so that you do or you die or pass the
night wanting to buy
as if the angels were there
to say that it is entirely possible
as if the devils were a bit '
to say no, they are all fairy tales
Goodnight Italy who has his work cut out
all the history books do not make
sleep lying down on the world with a sky suite
between St. Peter and Madonnas
between progress and
between a sin but tomorrow comes which appears in
apnea and signs yesterday that no longer go away to caress caress
certainty in all this beauty without astonishment
browser as if the angels were there
to say that it is entirely possible
as if the devils were a bit '
to say no, are all fables
Goodnight Italy with scars in the heart
drip attached and who has all the power and looks distracted
like a wife in the attic as a game that took away the cravings and
a star sheds light without much
because it forces you to see everything there is
Goodnight Italy that you do or you die or
spends the night in volersela do ...