Un’altra canzone

Blackbird singing in the dead of night 
Take these broken wings and learn to fly 
All your life 
You were only waiting for this moment to arise. 
Blackbird singing in the dead of night 
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see 
All your life 
You were only waiting for this moment to be free. 
Blackbird fly 
Blackbird fly 
Into the light of the dark black night. 
Blackbird fly 
Blackbird fly 
Into the light of the dark black night. 
Blackbird singing in the dead of night 
Take these broken wings and learn to fly 
All your life 
You were only waiting for this moment to arise 
You were only waiting for this moment to arise 
You were only waiting for this moment to arise

Una canzone

Speranza



La speranza è davvero l’ultima a morire:
prima che muoia c’è tutta una serie di figure di merda da fare…


Anima Mentalmente Ynstabile

La morte di Amy Winehouse ha avuto un piccolo effetto positivo: farmi venire a conoscenza di questa canzone, che sembra scritta per me, e che mi fa domandare se le mie lacrime si asciugheranno mai da sole.

All I can ever be to you, 
Is a darkness that we knew, 
And this regret I had to get accustomed to, 
Once it was so right, 
When we were at our high, 
Waiting for you in the hotel at night, 
I knew I hadn’t met my match, 
But every moment we could snatch, 
I don’t know why I got so attached, 
It’s my responsibility, 
And you don’t owe nothing to me, 
But to walk away I have no capacity 
He walks away, 
The sun goes down, 
He takes the day but I’m grown, 
And in this grey, in this blue shade 
My tears dry on their own, 
I don’t understand, 
Why do I stress a man, 
When there’s so many better things at hand, 
We could a never had it all, 
We had to hit a wall, 
So this is inevitable withdrawal, 
Even if I stop wanting you, 
A Perspective pushes thru, 
I’ll be some next man’s other woman soon, 
I shouldn’t play myself again, 
I should just be my own best friend, 
Not fuck myself in the head with stupid men, 
He walks away, 
The sun goes down, 
He takes the day but I’m grown, 
And it’s OK, 
In this blue shade, 
My tears dry on their own, 
So we are history, 
Your shadow covers me 
The sky above, 
A blaze only that lovers see 
He walks away, 
The sun goes down, 
He takes the day but I’m grown, 
And it’s OK, 
In this blue shade 
My tears dry on their own, 
I wish I could say no regrets, 
And no emotional debts, 
And as we kiss goodbye the sun sets, 
So we are history, 
The shadow covers me, 
The sky above a blaze that only lovers see, 
He walks away, 
The sun goes down, 
He takes the day but I’m grown, 
And it’s OK, 
In this blue Shade, 
My tears dry on their own, 
He walks away, 
The sun goes down, 
He takes the day but I’m grown, 
And it’s OK, 
My deep shade, 
My tears dry 
He walks away, 
The sun goes down, 
He takes the day but I’m grown, 
And it’s OK, 
My deep shade, 
My tears dry

Modi di dire mod.



Mal comune, gaudio un cazzo.


but it goes to waste

Ma perché sono tricotillomane?!
Ma non avrei potuto mangiarmi le unghie
o scaccolarmi
o avere tre capezzoli
o essere idiota
come tutti?!
Perché proprio tricotillomane?!