L'approdo digitale dei miei pensieri raminghi, a volte stupidi, altre no.
Found what I've lost inside
My spirit has been purified
Take a thorn from my pride
And hand in hand we'll take a walk outside
Thank you for the sun, the one that shines on everyone
Who feels love
Now there's a million years between my fantasies and fears
I feel love
I'm leaving all that I see
Now all my emotions fill the air I breathe
Now you understand that this is not the promised land
They spoke of
There's nothing more to be if you can be the remedy
Who heals love
I thank you for the sun, the one that shines on everyone
Who feels love
Now there's a million years between my fantasies and fears
I feel love
I Thank you for the sun, the one that shines on everyone
Who feels love
Now there's a million years between my fantasies and fears
I feel love
My spirit has been purified
Take a thorn from my pride
And hand in hand we'll take a walk outside
Thank you for the sun, the one that shines on everyone
Who feels love
Now there's a million years between my fantasies and fears
I feel love
I'm leaving all that I see
Now all my emotions fill the air I breathe
Now you understand that this is not the promised land
They spoke of
There's nothing more to be if you can be the remedy
Who heals love
I thank you for the sun, the one that shines on everyone
Who feels love
Now there's a million years between my fantasies and fears
I feel love
I Thank you for the sun, the one that shines on everyone
Who feels love
Now there's a million years between my fantasies and fears
I feel love
Impegnato...
...raffreddato...
...a volte sco@#]onato...
...azzoppato (eh si: viva il calcio)...
...a tratti euforico...
...congruente...
...incongruente...
...Obamizzato...
...precarizzato...
...propositivo...
...irriverente...
...riverente...
...sospeso...
...acido...
...basico...
...arrapato...
...pigro...
...teleindipendente...
...pensoso...
............
........
...
Insomma:
sono ancora vivo.
Stay tuned
...raffreddato...
...a volte sco@#]onato...
...azzoppato (eh si: viva il calcio)...
...a tratti euforico...
...congruente...
...incongruente...
...Obamizzato...
...precarizzato...
...propositivo...
...irriverente...
...riverente...
...sospeso...
...acido...
...basico...
...arrapato...
...pigro...
...teleindipendente...
...pensoso...
............
........
...
Insomma:
sono ancora vivo.
Stay tuned
Treated you like a rusty blade
A throwaway from an open grave
Cut you loose from a chain gang
And let you go
And on the day you said it's true
Some love holds, some gets used
Tried to tell you I never knew
It could be so sweet
Who could ever be so cruel,
Blame the devil for the things you do
It’s such a selfish way to lose
The way you lose these wasted blues
These wasted blues
Tell me that it's nobody's fault
Nobody's fault
But my own
That it's nobody's fault
Nobody's fault
But my own
When the moon is a counterfeit
Better find the one that fits
Better find the one that lights
The way for you
When the road is full of nails,
Garbage pails and darkened jails
And their tongues
Are full of heartless tales
That drain on you
Who would ever notice you
You fade into a shaded room
It's such a selfish way to lose
The way you lose these wasted blues
These wasted blues
Tell me that it's nobody's fault
Nobody's fault But my own
Tell me that it's nobody's fault
Nobody's fault
But my own tell me that it's nobody's fault
Nobody's fault
But my own tell me that it's nobody's fault
Nobody's fault
But my own
Tell me that it's nobody's fault
Nobody's fault
But my own
Tell me that it's nobody's fault
Nobody's fault
(Beck - Mutations)
A throwaway from an open grave
Cut you loose from a chain gang
And let you go
And on the day you said it's true
Some love holds, some gets used
Tried to tell you I never knew
It could be so sweet
Who could ever be so cruel,
Blame the devil for the things you do
It’s such a selfish way to lose
The way you lose these wasted blues
These wasted blues
Tell me that it's nobody's fault
Nobody's fault
But my own
That it's nobody's fault
Nobody's fault
But my own
When the moon is a counterfeit
Better find the one that fits
Better find the one that lights
The way for you
When the road is full of nails,
Garbage pails and darkened jails
And their tongues
Are full of heartless tales
That drain on you
Who would ever notice you
You fade into a shaded room
It's such a selfish way to lose
The way you lose these wasted blues
These wasted blues
Tell me that it's nobody's fault
Nobody's fault But my own
Tell me that it's nobody's fault
Nobody's fault
But my own tell me that it's nobody's fault
Nobody's fault
But my own tell me that it's nobody's fault
Nobody's fault
But my own
Tell me that it's nobody's fault
Nobody's fault
But my own
Tell me that it's nobody's fault
Nobody's fault
(Beck - Mutations)
Mentre il traguardo della laurea si avvicina, arrivano anche le prime offerte di lavoro...ora devo solo preparare un curriculum decente...
Qualcuno mi aiuta? :D
Freedom means a lot to me
In between the place i've been
And where i'm going
I can see america
Trying not to show her age
Even though the winds of change
Keep on blowing
And i would lay your body down and rock your tears away
But it's much too late for now to be like yesterday
And the time is running out and we still have to say
Goodbye
Remember, philadelphia
When the world was young and warm
So in love and living for
Everything new
But i know, philidelphia
The winter wind will slowly take
Your heart and soul until it makes
Nothing of you
And i would lay your body down and rock your tears away
But it's much too late for now to be like yesterday
And the time is running out and we still have to say
Goodbye
Flash a peace sign take a bow
Though we may not know it now
Things are never gonna be the same
Here on seventh avenue
I tip my old top hat to you
I hope you find somebody who
Will love you like i do
'cause i would lay your body down and rock your tears away
But it's much too late for now to be like yesterday
And the time is running out and we still have to say
Goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye, philidelphia
Connelly again.Il poliziesco/noir non è di certo il mio genere preferito, ma il bravo Michael è riuscito a creare un personaggio (Harry Bosch) malinconico e combattivo allo stesso tempo, particolarmente affine ai toni più blu del mio carattere.
Spero che anche questo secondo romanzo non mi deluda.
Spero che anche questo secondo romanzo non mi deluda.
Salve amabile gente di Splinder!
Finalmente sono tornato dal mio prolungato periodo di assenza spirituale/mentale, e presto sarò da voi con le mie ultime cronache!
Sono ancora vivo (sempre che ve lo siate chiesti :D)
...dove sono finito?
Non lo so, non me lo chiedete.
Non lo so, non me lo chiedete.
