—hungry city with a million hungry hearts—
As you tread your path through a jaundiced corridor
Where each day has no beginning and no end
There are those out here who claim to be so good
I suspect that Jesus holidayed in hell
..il gusto della vita..(rieseguire)
jutros samo lagani san remo, cvike na glavu i guštanje..
Non so dove i gabbiani
abbiano il nido,
ove trovino pace.
Io son come loro
in perpetuo volo.
La vita la sfioro
com’essi l’acqua
ad acciuffare il cibo.
E come forse anch’essi
amo la quiete,
la gran quiete marina,
ma il mio destino è vivere
balenando in burrasca.
Vincenzo Cardarelli
autor: DonTravolta, 10/06/2022
Vezane objave
Arhiva
No, it’s not getting better, man.. It’s just getting old
One more minute in this city’s going to give me a breakdown
One more night in this bar is going to give me the blues
An Altima with one headlight out
Slipping sliding spinning around
Joanie I’m going to take care of you
She thinks she missed the train to Mars, she’s out back counting stars (but the sky is full of clouds)
She’s not at work, she’s not at school
She’s not in bed, I think I finally broke her
I bring her home everything I want, and nothing that she needs
I thought she’d be there holding daisies, she always waits for me
She thinks she missed the train to Mars, she’s out back counting stars
‘Cause I’ve been gunning for redemption and I think I’ll hit the bullseye soon
Put on a gown that touches the ground
Float on a river forever and ever
