Inizio a scrivere poi la penna fa presto.

Gli dei ci salveranno
realtà biblica
agli uomini doneranno
dignità
indennità

Gli dei ci puniranno
volontà statica
conscia perplessità
svanirà
in fabbrica o in clinica

Quintorigo - Egonomia

Postato da: Mullmuzzler a 19:50 | link | commenti (4) |
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E ti vengo a cercare - Battiato

Questo sentimento popolare
nasce da meccaniche divine
un rapimento mistico e sensuale
mi imprigiona a te.
Dovrei cambiare l'oggetto dei miei desideri
non accontentarmi di piccole gioie quotidiane
fare come un eremita
che rinuncia a sé.
E ti vengo a cercare
con la scusa di doverti parlare
perché mi piace ciò che pensi e che dici
perché in te vedo le mie radici.

Postato da: Mullmuzzler a 09:34 | link | commenti |
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Invibile - Cristina Donà

Rimani,
ti parlerò del mio silenzio.
Lo sai è così reale,
ma io mi sento

invisibile come sempre
quando ti vorrei dire
che non sopravvivo.
Invisibile o forse
è solo una mia immagine.

Postato da: Mullmuzzler a 18:01 | link | commenti (6) |
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Nick Cave & Kylie Minogue - Where The Wild Roses Grow

CHORUS:
They call me The Wild Rose
But my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day

From the first day I saw her I knew she was the one
As she stared in my eyes and smiled
For her lips were the colour of the roses
They grew down the river, all bloody and wild

When he knocked on my door and entered the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and with a careful hand
He wiped the tears that ran down my face

CHORUS

On the second day I brought her a flower
She was more beautiful than any woman I'd seen
I said, 'Do you know where the wild roses grow
So sweet and scarlet and free?'

On the second day he came with a single rose
Said: 'Will you give me your loss and your sorrow?'
I nodded my head, as I layed on the bed
He said, 'If I show you the roses will you follow?'

CHORUS

On the third day he took me to the river
He showed me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing I heard was a muttered word
As he stood smiling above me with a rock in his fist

On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
As I kissed her goodbye, I said, 'All beauty must die'
And lent down and planted a rose between her teeth

CHORUS

Postato da: Mullmuzzler a 08:10 | link | commenti (2) |
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