Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Questo e Nient'altro

Il calore del sole sui pensieri...questo e nient'altro.
Il respiro che si perde sulle strade polverose...questo e nient'altro.
La voce che si tuffa aldilà delle nuvole...questo e nient'altro.
Lo sguardo perso in un sorriso che diventa stella...questo e nient'altro.
L'abbraccio di chi sa fermare il tempo...questo e nient'altro.
Il tempo di fermare un abbraccio...questo e nient'altro.
La magia di una chiaccherata che si perde in un alba...questo e nient'altro.
I sentimenti che fuggono nell'odore della lavanda matura...questo e nient'altro.
Accarezzare delle labbra con un sospiro...questo e nient'altro.
Perdersi in un orizzonte...questo e nient'altro.
Saper vedere in un'onda la speranza...questo e nient'altro.

Monday, June 23, 2008

Storia

La storia umana non è che un continuo tentativo di sconfiggere l'insicurezza

Someday Never Comes

"First thing I remember was askin papa, why?
For there were many things I didnt know.
And daddy always smiled;
took me by the hand,
Sayin, someday youll understand.

Well, Im here to tell you now each and evry mothers son
You better learn it fast; you better learn it young,
cause,someday never comes.

Well, time and tears went by
and I collected dust,
For there were many things I didnt know.
When daddy went away, he said, try to be a man,
And, someday youll understand.

Well, Im here to tell you now each and evry mothers son
You better learn it fast; you better learn it young,
cause, someday never comes.

And then, one day in april,
I wasnt even there,
For there were many things I didnt know.
A son was born to me; mama held his hand,
Sayin someday youll understand.

Well, Im here to tell you now each and evry mothers son
You better learn it fast; you better learn it young,
cause, someday never comes.

Think it was september,
the year I went away,
For there were many things I didnt know.
And I still see him standing, tryn to be a man;
I said, someday youll understand.

Well, Im here to tell you now each and evry mothers son
You better learn it fast; you better learn it young,
cause, someday never comes.

Mmmm-mmmm-mmmm...."

CCR

Monday, June 09, 2008

Oltre Se Stessi

Fissai una foglia, finchè non capii che il mio sguardo era la sua gabbia...
allora la ascoltai...
e sentii il vento insegnarle a volare.