03.23.07
Parents…
Parents, why won’t they shut up? Parent’s they’re so fucked up… They treat me like a fool, they take me for a fool… Parents… They’re so fucking dense, they look into the past for future reference… Parents… They don’t even know! I’m a boy just treat me like a toy… But little do they know that one day I’ ll explode! Parents…
-Descendents-
03.22.07
…Problems…
…They know a doctor
Gonna take you away
They take you away
And throw away the key
They don’t want you
And they don’t want me
You got a problem
The problem is you
Problem… the problem is you!!!!!!!
What you gonna do?
Problem… problem… problem …
-Sex Pistols-
03.21.07
Another Day
Live another day
Climb a little higher
Find another reason to stay
Ashes in your hands
Mercy in your eyes
If you’re searching for a silent
sky…
You won’t find it here
Look another way
You won’t find it here
So die another day
The coldness of this words
The message in his silence,
“Face the candle to the
wind…”
This distance in my voice
Isn’t leaving you a choice
So if you’re looking for a time
to run away…
You won’t find it here
Look another way
You won’t find it here
So try another day
They took pictures of our
dreams
Ran to hide behind the stairs
And said maybe when it’s right
for you, they’ll fall
But if they don’t come down
Resist the need to pull them in
And throw them away
Better to save the mystery
Than surrender to the secret
You won’t find it here
Look another way
You won’t find it here
So try another day
-Dream Theater-
03.20.07
…Irish Poetry…
THE LAKE ISLE OF INNISFREE
By William Butler Yeats
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a-glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear the water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.
1892
Il Tuo Sorriso
Toglimi il pane, se vuoi,
toglimi l’aria, ma
non togliermi il tuo sorriso. Non togliermi la rosa,
la lancia che sgrani,
l’acqua che d’improvviso
scoppia nella tua gioia,
la repentina onda
d’argento che ti nasce.
Dura è la mia lotta e torno
con gli occhi stanchi,
a volte, d’aver visto
la terra che non cambia,
ma entrando il tuo sorriso
sale al cielo cercandomi
ed apre per me tutte
le porte della vita.
Amor mio, nell’ora
più oscura sgrana
il tuo sorriso, e se d’improvviso
vedi che il mio sangue macchia
le pietre della strada,
ridi, perché il tuo riso
sarà per le mie mani
come una spada fresca.
Vicino al mare, d’autunno,
il tuo riso deve innalzare
la sua cascata di spuma,
e in primavera, amore,
voglio il tuo riso come
il fiore che attendevo,
il fiore azzurro, la rosa
della mia patria sonora.
Riditela della notte,
del giorno, della luna,
riditela delle strade
contorte dell’isola,
riditela di questo rozzo
ragazzo che ti ama,
ma quando apro gli occhi
e quando li richiudo,
quando i miei passi vanno,
quando tornano i miei passi,
negami il pane, l’aria,
la luce, la primavera,
ma il tuo sorriso mai,
perché io ne morrei.
- Pablo Neruda -
03.16.07
Welcome to my blog!
Ciao a tutti!!!
Kome potete vedere il blog è appena nato… quindi nn lamentatevi se nn è il massimo… Farò in modo d farlo diventare abbastanza carrrrrrino…=)
Donc, Je vous laisse…
A presto!
Laura
