Friday, October 30, 2009

Working Class Hero

"As soon as your born they make you feel small,
By giving you no time instead of it all,
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all,
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.

They hurt you at home and they hit you at school,
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool,
Till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules,
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.

When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years,
Then they expect you to pick a career,
When you can't really function you're so full of fear,
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.

Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV,

And you think you're so clever and classless and free,
But you're still fucking peasents as far as I can see,
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.

There's room at the top they are telling you still,

But first you must learn how to smile as you kill,
If you want to be like the folks on the hill,
A working class hero is something to be.
A working class hero is something to be.

If you want to be a hero well just follow me,

If you want to be a hero well just follow me..."

J.W.Lennon

Friday, October 23, 2009

Non Avrai Altro Dio All'Infuori di Me

Un dio debole quello che deve costringerti a credergli ed adorarlo, nonchè insicuro se ha paura che tu preferisca altri a lui, quindi in definitiva umano, troppo umano.
Allora forse è vero, siamo fatti a sua immagine e somiglianza, ma fortunatamente abbiamo la possibilità di crescere e liberarci.

Monday, October 12, 2009

Rapporti di Coppia

E ancora guardo ogni giorno la melodia del tempo, sperando finalmente gli uomini abbiano imparato ad essere vento sul quale le donne possano volare luminose.
E ancora sento ogni giorno i colori sperando che le donne abbiano imparato ad essere sfumatura, quella sfumatura con la quale il vento degli uomini possa creare melodie.
E poi respiro...