Occhi accesi

Meganoidi – Occhi accesi

Non ritornerò mai più in quella stanza
vuota
Le pareti mi hanno tolto ogni sorso d’aria
Non riesco più a nascondermi dalla mia
fame
Voglio ritrovare un’anima per la mia carne
Penso che scriverò
Senza immagini
Quando rileggerò
Troverò soltanto i sogni più lucenti e
limpidi
Partirò gridando la mia voce non la sento
Viaggerò sfidando e sconfiggendo il
tormento
Navigo la notte occhi accesi e faro spento
Si festeggia la mia vita perché non mi
pento
Perché non mi pento
Ora riesco a farmi amare senza farmi male
Le pareti sono trasparenti e vedo il mare
Non voglio più nascondere le mie mani
Ora voglio raccontarmi solo con gli sguardi
Penso che scriverò
Senza immagini
Ora che sono qui
Varcherò i confini più lontani e invalicabili
Partirò gridando la mia voce non la sento
Viaggerò sfidando e sconfiggendo il
tormento
Navigo la notte occhi accesi e faro spento
Si festeggia la mia vita perché non mi
pento
Perché non mi pento
Perché non mi pento

Jul

Impressioni di Settembre

PFM Premiata Forneria Marconi – Impressioni di Settembre

Quante gocce di rugiada intorno a me,
cerco il sole ma non c’è…
Dorme ancora la campagna, forse no,
è sveglia, mi guarda, non so.
Già l’odore della terra odor di grano,
sale adagio verso me.
e la vita nel mio petto batte piano,
respira la nebbia, penso a te.
Quanto verde tutto intorno a ancor piú in là,
sembra quasi un mera l’erba,
e leggero il mio pensiero vola e va
ho quasi paura che si perda…
Un cavallo tende il collo verso il prato
resta fermo como me:
faccio un passo, lui mi vede, è già
fuggito…
Respiro la nebbia, penso a te.
No, cosa sono adesso non lo so
sono como, un uomo in cerca di se stesso
no, cosa sono adesso non lo so
sono solo, solo il suono del mio passo…
Ma intanto il sole tra la nebbia filtra già:
il giorno come sempre sarà.
Aria tersa d’un settembre che pare senza fine
aria già fredda
acqua già fredda…
intorno irrepetibili colori e silenzi
e foglie cadute e cadute
e nubi bige a rimpiettino
e il mio rabbrividire…
ia giacca stretta al petto…
un sapore di uva…
e dita attaccatticca…
e il giorno
come vai bello
come sempre possente:
Come sempre….

 Jul 

Two thousand and eleven

Hi everyone!
Well, I’ve just seen the email that WordPress sent me with the report of my blog’s activity during the past year and I’m so excited and glad to announce that I’ve received something like 1,600 views!
So I wanna say
THANK YOU
whoever you are, wherever you come from, well, I can just thank you with all my heart.
You know, 2011 hasn’t been my best year ever, so every good thing – even the tiny one – that makes me think that the past year hasn’t been a big waste of time makes me happy.

Love,

Jul

post scriptum I wish you to enjoy this new year, with the hope that all of  your dreams will become true! <3

Perfect

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The Smashing Pumpkins – Perfect

And I’ve known

We’re just like old friends
We just can’t pretend
That lovers make amends
We are reasons so unreal
We can’t help but feel
That something has been lost

But please
You know you’re just like me
Next time I promise we’ll be perfect
Perfect
Perfect

Strangers down the line
Lovers out of time
Memories unwind
So far, I still know who you are
But now I wonder who I was
Angel, you know it’s not the end
We’ll always be good friends
The letters have been sent on

So please
You always were so free
You’ll see, I promise we’ll be perfect
Perfect

Strangers when we meet
Strangers on the street
Lovers walk asleep

Perfect
You know this has to be
We always were so free
We promised that we’d be
Perfect
Perfect

Jul

The Engine Driver

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The Decemberists – The Engine Driver

I’m an engine driver
On a long run, on a long run
Would I were beside her
She’s a long one, such a long one

And if you don’t love me let me go
And if you don’t love me let me go

I’m a county lineman
On the high line, on the high line
So will be my grandson
There are powerlines in our bloodlines

And if you don’t love me let me go
And if you don’t love me let me go

And I am a writer, writer of fictions
I am the heart that you call home
And I’ve written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones
My bones
My bones

I’m a money lender
I have fortunes upon fortunes
Take my hand for tender
I am tortured, ever tortured

And if you don’t love me let me go
And if you don’t love me let me go

And I am a writer, writer of fictions
I am the heart that you call home
And I’ve written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones
I am a writer, I am all that you have hoped on

And I’ve written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones
My bones
My bones

(And if you don’t love me let me go)
And if you don’t love me let me go
(And if you don’t love me let me go)

And if you don’t love me let me go

Jul

Home

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Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros – Home

Alabama, Arkansas, I do love my Ma & Pa
Not the way that I do love you

Holy roly, me, oh my, you’re the apple of my eye
Girl, I’ve never loved one like you

Man, oh man, you’re my best friend, I scream it to the nothingness
There ain’t nothin’ that I need

Well, hot & heavy, pumpkin pie, chocolate candy, Jesus Christ
There ain’t nothin’ please me more than you

Chorus:
Ahh, Home
Let me come Home
Home is wherever I’m with you
(2x)
La la la la, take me Home
Baby, I’m coming Home

I’ll follow you into the park, through the jungle, through the dark
Girl, I’ve never loved one like you

Moats & boats & waterfalls, alley ways & pay phone calls
I’ve been everywhere with you

That’s true

We laugh until we think we’ll die, barefoot on a summer night
Nothin’ new is sweeter than with you

And in the sticks we’re running free like it’s only you and me
Geez, you’re something to see.

Chorus

“Jade?”
“Alexander?”
“Do you remember that day you fell out of my window?”
“I sure do, you came jumping out after me.”
“Well, you fell on the concrete and nearly broke your ass and you were bleeding all over the place and I rushed you off to the hospital. Do you remember that?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Well, there’s something I never told you about that night.”
“What didn’t you tell me?”
“While you were sitting in the backseat smoking a cigarette you thought was going to be your last, I was falling deep, deeply in love with you and I never told you ‘til just now.”
“Now I know.”

Ahh, Home
Let me come Home
Home is whenever I’m with you
Ahh, Home
Let me come Home
Home is when I’m alone with you

Home
Let me come Home
Home is wherever I’m with you

Ahh, Home
Yes, I am Home
Home is when I’m alone with you.

Alabama, Arkansas, I do love my Ma & Pa
Moats & boats & waterfalls & pay phone calls

Ahh, Home
Let me come Home
Home is wherever I’m with you
Ahh, Home
Let me come Home
Home is when I’m alone with you

Jul 

For the Widows in Paradise, for the Fatherless in Ypsilanti

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Sufjan Stevens – For the Widows in Paradise, for the Fatherless in Ypsilanti

I’ve have called you children
I have called you son
What is there to answer
If I’m the only one
Morning comes in Paradise
Morning comes in light
Still I must obey
Still I must invite

If there’s anything to say
If there’s anything to do
If there’s any other way
I’ll do anything for you

I was dressed in embarassment
I was dressed in white
If you had a part of me
Will you take your time
Even if I come back
Even if I die
Is there some idea
To replace my life

Like a father to impress
Like a mother’s morning dress
If we ever make a mess
I’ll do anything for you

I have called you preacher
I have called you son
If you have a father
Or if you haven’t one

I’ll do anything for you
I did everything for you

Jul