sabato 20 agosto 2011

venerdì 19 agosto 2011

La voce a te dovuta

"Cominciano ad accendersi
le domande alla notte.
Ve ne sono distanti, quiete,
immense, come astri:
chiedono da lassù
...sempre
la stessa cosa: come sei.
Altre, fugaci e minute,
vorrebbero sapere cose
lievi di te e precise:
misura
delle tue scarpe
nome
dell’angolo del mondo
dove potresti aspettarmi.
Tu non le puoi vedere,
ma il tuo sonno
è circondato tutto
dalle mie domande."

(Pedro Salinas)

venerdì 12 agosto 2011

I turn the music up, I got my records on...

Every teardrop is a waterfall

I turn the music up, I got my records on
I shut the world outside until the lights come on
Maybe the streets alight, maybe the trees are gone
I feel my heart start beating to my favourite song

And all the kids they dance, all the kids all night
Until Monday morning feels another life
I turn the music up
I’m on a roll this time
And heaven is in sight

uh...

I turn the music up, I got my records on
From underneath the rubble sing a rebel song
Don’t want to see another generation drop
I’d rather be a comma than a full stop

Maybe I’m in the black, maybe I’m on my knees
Maybe I’m in the gap batween the two trapezes
But my heart is beating and my pulses start
Cathedrals in my heart
as we saw oh this light
I swear you, emerge blinking into
To tell me it’s alright
As we soar walls,
every siren is a symphony
And every tear’s a waterfall
Is a waterfall
Oh
Is a waterfall
Oh oh oh
Is a is a waterfall
Every tear
Is a waterfall
Oh oh oh

So you can hurt, hurt me bad
But still I’ll raise the flag

Oh
It was a wa wa wa wa wa-a-terfall
A wa wa wa wa wa-aterfall

Every tear  Every tear
Every teardrop is a waterfall

Every tear  Every tear

Every teardrop is a waterfall