lunedì, giugno 21, 2010

SE TI PIACESSE, UN GIORNO
sai quei discorsi che si fanno tra amici
tipo, ma secondo te è meglio essere ciechi o sordi?
sai quel tipo di discorsi li?
beh, ecco, io non potrei
questa mattina, sul molto presto
ho pensato
quanto mi piace starti a guardare
ascoltare
se ti piacesse, un giorno
ti porto al mare
guidi tu
io canto le canzoni nel tragitto

guido catalano

venerdì, giugno 11, 2010

Fuck you, fuck you very, very much (so, please don't stay in touch)

















Fuck You Very Much
Songwriters: Allen, Lily Rose; Kurstin, Gregory;

lyrics

Look inside, look inside your tiny mind
Then look a bit harder
'Cause we're so uninspired, so sick and tired
Of all the hatred you harbor

So you say it's not okay to be gay
Well, I think you're just evil
You're just some racist who can't tie my laces
Your point of view is medieval

Fuck you, fuck you very, very much
'Cause we hate what you do
And we hate your whole crew
So please don't stay in touch

Fuck you, fuck you very, very much
'Cause your words don't translate
And it's getting quite late
So please don't stay in touch

Do you get, do you get a little kick
Out of being small minded?
You want to be like your father
It's approval you're after
Well, that's not how you find it

Do you, do you really enjoy
Living a life that's so hateful?
'Cause there's a hole where your soul should be
You're losing control a bit
And it's really distasteful

Fuck you, fuck you very, very much
'Cause we hate what you do
And we hate your whole crew
So please don't stay in touch

Fuck you, fuck you very, very much
'Cause your words don't translate
And it's getting quite late
So please don't stay in touch

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you

You say you think we need to go to war
Well, you're already in one
'Cause it's people like you that need to get slew
No one wants your opinion

Fuck you, fuck you very, very much
'Cause we hate what you do
And we hate your whole crew
So please don't stay in touch

Fuck you, fuck you very, very much
'Cause your words don't translate
And it's getting quite late
So please don't stay in touch

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you

sabato, giugno 05, 2010

pomeriggio spirituale
























eccetto il mio castoro di peluche,
non ho altro interlocutore.

nessuna pastiglia in cui confidare.

nessun saggio oracolo mi può rivelare
il quando perchè e l 'esatta dinamica
di come è finito un mio sacco d'amore
nel sacco adibito alla spazzatura organica.
francesca genti

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