jueves, julio 29, 2010

Dove sono i Desideri...

Dove sono i desideri?, non sono qui, hanno partito per le spiaggie, e Io sono solo, sedutto sulla sedia, con il cuore blu. Voglio scrivere un'altra storia, ma non ho la penna neanche la forza per faccere questo. Voglio stare nel'altroieri, ma con vogliare non si facce niente. La felicità significca speme, amore e anche unione. Dove sono i desideri? non faccio questa domanda più, perchè già so la riposta. Non sono qui nella città, sono fuori, nel mondo, non sono in un computer, neanche in un libro, sono nella vita.

Per questo Io vado a vivire, ma non per un'altra persona, per nessuno mai, che me. Ciao, bonna sere e saluti a tutti

One day

One day, when I hear the call,
I'll lose myself under the waterfall.
But until then I'll keep knockin' on your door.
Tell me, what you waitin' for.

Come out and away with me,
Let's build a rafter and sail away to sea,
We'll take ten cases of wine.
Don't worry about tomorrow 'cause all we got's time.

Come on, fly away with me,
Stretch your arms into the sky, and let your heart beat,
Up here swimming in a sea of clouds we can at last be free
By tomorrow we'll be on the banks of La Senne enjoying Hemingway's Paris.

One day, when I feel the cold.
There won't be anymore rock 'n roll to soothe this tired soul.
But until then I'll sing my life away my friend of friends
Just hope you're there, the day my days come to an end.

Guess this is goodbye,
My number came up just now,
But though this is the last time I'll close my eyes,
I know I'll see you again somehow.


Only through yer own eyes can you really start to see mate. Society's not the way, and if it is, it's the wrong one. It's whole concept's based on the assumption that we're all alike, when we're not, we're different, and it's whithing that difference that exists our humanity. So fuck the white collars and the legislatures, the law-makers and the lawyers, the politicians and the lobbiests, the judges and the criminals, the cops and the felons, hang them all, and let them all burn slowly in the pire. Burn the flags and constitutions from every country in the world, disband the nations and bring down the boarders and limits. Burn the wallstreet-behaving bastards along with all the bankers and all the other money-mungering whores who fuck people up for a living. Burn the labels you have on God, abandon the believe that those narrow and hard to walk fucking paths, those box size jails, that all the various religions are, are the only ways to peace and love, 'cuz they really lead only to one place, destruction. And those two things everyone's always yappin' on about, exist withing ourselves, they reside only in our souls, they cannot be found out there in the world. That's why some people are miserable in one particular place and others are happy in the same fucking place. Happiness and peace, we choose to show them or hide them, in the end it's up to you, you wanna be happy? Burn the "social" version of "you", exorcise it if you will, only then will you trully come to know who the fuck you are, what you're fucking made of. See life through your own eyes, not through someone else's. Be yourself, let things be, stop trying to be perfect, and be free, only then will you trully be happy and at peace... CHEERS!