lunedì 12 novembre 2007

mercoledì 17 ottobre 2007

The Enemy - Had Enough

Give me a, good enough reason
Why I should not, cut you down
You're been taking too much, ever since you started hanging round, this crowd

And I've had enough, had enough
Yes you let me down, let me down
And now I'm giving up, giving up
Yes i'll see you round, see you round and now now

Hey hey
What's the matter with your face, face?
When you have it your way, way
Won't you give me some time, to understand you're mine?

Ooooo it's alright
Ooooo it's alright

Let me say what I want
Don't you know what was on the tip of my tongue?
If you ?? take a look outside
You will see, you're wrong

And I've had enough, had enough
Yes you let me down, let me down
And now I'm giving up, giving up

Yes i'll see you round, see you round and now now

Hey hey
What's the matter with your face, face?
When you have it your way, way
Won't you give me some time, to understand you're mine?

Ooooo it's alright
Ooooo it's alright

Had enough
Had enough
Had enough
Had enough
Had enough
Had enough
(Let me down
Had enough
Had enough
(See you round)
Had enough
Had enough
(Let me down
Had enough
Had enough
(I'll see you round)

Hey hey
What's the matter with your face, face?
When you have it your way, way
Won't you give me some time, to understand you're mine?

venerdì 12 ottobre 2007

"1234" - Feist

One Two Three Four
Tell me that you love me more
Sleepless long nights
That is what my youth was for
Old teenage hopes are alive at your door
Left you with nothing but they want some more

Oh, you're changing your heart
Oh, You know who you areSweetheart bitterheart now I can tell you apart

Cosy and cold, put the horse before the cart
Those teenage hopes who have tears in their eyes
Too scared to own up to one little lie

Oh, you're changing your heart
Oh, you know who you are

One, two, three, four, five, six, nine, or ten
Money can't buy you back the love that you had then
One, two, three, four, five, six, nine, or ten
Money can't buy you back the love that you had then

Oh, you're changing your heart
Oh, you know who you are
Oh, you're changing your heart
Oh, you know who you are
Oh, who you are

For the teenage boys
They're breaking your heart
For the teenage boys
They're breaking your heart

martedì 25 settembre 2007

Non ricordatemi le lacrime


Chi l'ha detto che la vita è più facile per chi ha un cuore di ghiaccio?
Semplicemente quello che appare è che non voglio ulteriori complicazioni.
E' un modo per tenere lontane le persone che potrebbero farmi soffrire.
Si, perché anche quando si ha un buco al posto del cuore si può ancora soffrire.
Io non lo so se lo voglio riempire quel buco.
Non mi fido più di nessuno.
So solo che persino chi non mi conosce vede nei miei occhi le tracce che il dolore ha lasciato
e continua a lasciare.
Io vorrei che non si vedesse niente.
Che non mi venisse un nodo alla gola quando penso a come sto.
Vorrei che la gente non mi chiedesse più come sto.
O che almeno si accontentassero di una risposta superficiale.
Basta! Non guardatemi più negli occhi.
Non ricordatemi più quello che so.
Io non voglio pensare.
Vorrei cancellare tutto.
Ogni ricordo.
Sto cercando di ricominciare.
Ricominciare a camminare da sola.
Ricominciare a sentire il suono della mia risata.
Per piacere non ricordatemi quanto è dura.
Non ricordatemi le lacrime.

Massive Attack - Karmacoma

You sure you want to be with me
I've nothing to give
Won’t lie and say this lovin's best
Well leave us in emotional pace
Take a walk, taste the rest
No, take a rest

I see you digging a hole in your neighborhood
You’re crazy but you’re lazy
I need to live and I need to
Your troubles must be seen to see through
Money like it's paper with faces i remember
I drink on a daily basis
Though it subtle cools my temper
It never cools my temper

Walking through the suburbs though not exactly lovers
You’re a couple, 'specially when your body’s doubled
Duplicate, then you wait for the next kuwait

Karmacoma, jamaica' aroma [x4]

You sure you want to be with me i’ve nothing to give
Take a walk take a rest taste the rest
Take a walk take a rest taste the rest
Take a walk take a rest a taste of rest

Don't want to be on top of your list
Monopoly and properly kissed
We overcome in sixty seconds
With the strength we have to together
But for now, emotional ties they stay severed
When there’s trust there’ll be treats
And when we funk we'll hear beats

Karmacoma, jamaica' aroma [x4]

Deflowering my baby, aiyee my baby me
I must be crazy, see i'm swazy
Digging a hole in your neighborhood
You're crazy but you're lazy, must be lazy

Don't wanna on top of your list
Monopoly and properly kissed

Deflowering my baby, aiyee my baby me
My baby
Deflowering my baby, aiyee my baby me
I must be crazy, you must be lazy

Karmacoma, what?, jamaica aroma [x4]

martedì 4 settembre 2007

La guerriera è tornata!


Occhio che mordo!

lunedì 9 luglio 2007

OK Go - Here It Goes Again

It could be ten, but then again, I can't remember half an hour since a quarter to four.
Throw on your clothes, the second side of Surfer Rosa, and you leave me with my jaw on the floor.
Just when you think you're in control,
just when you think you've got a hold,
just when you get on a roll,
here it goes, here it goes, here it goes again.
Oh, here it goes again.
I should have known,
should have known,
should have known again,
but here it goes again.
Oh, here it goes again.
It starts out easy, something simple, something sleazy, something inching past the edge of the reserve.
Now through lines of the cheap venetian blinds your car is pulling off of the curb.
Just when you think you're in control,
just when you think you've got a hold,
just when you get on a roll,
here it goes, here it goes, here it goes again.
Oh, here it goes again.
I should have known, should have known,
should have known again,
but here it goes again.
Oh, here it goes again.
I guess there's got to be a break in the monotony, but Jesus, when it rains how it pours.
Throw on your clothes, the second side of Surfer Rosa, and you leave me, yeah, you leave me.
Oh, here it goes, here it goes, here it goes again.
Oh here it goes again.
I should have known, should have known,
should have known again,
but here it goes again.
Oh, here it goes again.

mercoledì 27 giugno 2007

Arctic Monkeys - Dancing shoes

Get on your dancing shoes
There's one thing on your mind
Hoping they’re looking for you
Sure you'll be rummaging' through

And the shit, shock, horror
You've seen your future bride
Oh, but it's oh so absurd
For you to say the first word
So you're waiting and waiting

The only reason that you came
So what you scared for?
don't you always do the same
It's what you there for, don't you know

…the lights are flashing
Down in here tonight
And some might exchange a glance
But keep pretending to dance

Don't act like it's not happening
As if it’s impolite
To go and mention your name
Instead you'll just do the same
As they all do, and hope for the best...

The only reason that you came
So what you scared for?
Well don't you always do the same
It's what you’re there for but no

Get on your dancing shoes
You sexy little swine
Hoping they’re looking for you
Sure you'll be rummaging through

Oh and the shit, shock, horror
You've seen your future bride
Oh, but it's oh so absurd
For you to say the first word
So you're waiting and waiting

giovedì 21 giugno 2007

PLASTIC OPERATOR - Folder

That's why I copy and paste
Into your folder, folder
With your name
It'd be more than I could take
If I just told you, told you
What I feel

That's why I copy and paste
Into your folder, folder
With your name
It'd be more than I could take
If I just told you, told you
What I feel

That's why I copy and paste

You can drive me mad
If you tend to hide, but I admire
You can make me sad
And I want you to make it all worthwhile

Into your folder, folder
With your name
It'd be more than I could take
If I just told you, told you
What I feel
That's why I copy and paste

Into your folder, folder
With your name
It'd be more than I could take
If I just told you, told you
What I feel
That's why I copy and paste

You can lift me up,
A single smile can set my heart on fire
You don't have to stop,
A gentle touch can fill me with desire

If I just told you, told you

Oooh oooh ooooooh
Oooh oooh ooooooh
Oooh oooh ooooooh

You're intelligent, though ignorant
And I want you know
We can fake the start
And pretend that we have reached the end

If I just told you, told you, told you
If I just told you, told you, told you
If I just told you, told you, told you

Told you, told you, told you, told you

Oooh oooh Oooh Oooooooooh
Oooh oooh Oooh Oooooooooh
Oooh oooh Oooh Oooooooooh

That's why I copy and paste
That's why I copy and paste

giovedì 7 giugno 2007

Per danzare ci vuole il fisico!



Questo è quello che, questo week and, ha detto la mia prima insegnante di danza classica (così portei definirla). Ci sono ottime probabilità che rimanga l'unica...
Tuttavia, è stata un'ottima possibilità per stupire me stessa e vedere come sia capace di mettermi in gioco anche in quelle situazioni che non sono alla mia portata.
Non c'è stato un attimo che abbia perso il sorriso, grazie anche alle belle persone che sono state con me: stremate, ma felici!

Perché anche se a volte la danza ti lascia allibita...


C'è sempre un'ottima compagnia con cui cenare!


Grazie a tutte!

venerdì 25 maggio 2007

You Can Have It All - Kaiser Chiefs

I'll tell you what it's going to be like
I saw you on the bus and that was that
There's more to this than passing by
There's more to this than meets the eye
I'll tell you what it's going to be like
I saw you on the bus, I saw your shoes
They fell apart some time ago
I'll buy some more in five years

It's not my fault, I don't care
I don't regret a single thing
It's not my fault, I don't care
I don't regret a single thing

I'll tell you what its going to feel like
You lost a limb and you can feel it
If you leave, at night, not by my side
Cause I'm not there to hold you too tight

Leave, I'll tell you what its going to be like
No you can never hold my hand
If only they can know or understand
That you and me are now together

It's not my fault, I don't care
I don't regret a single thing
It's not my fault, I don't care
I don't regret a single thing

Oh oh, you can have it all, if that's alright
Oh I will give it all to you, cause you never lied before
And you can have it all, if that's alright
And you can have it all, if it's alright, oh oh

giovedì 24 maggio 2007

Notti senza "orsacchiotto"

Non è solo una questione di niente "koala style", nienti mani da tenere e piedi contro piedi...
E' che sono veramente a pezzi...
Non ho dormito bene nemmeno una notte ora che sono tornata ad avere il letto tutto per me.
Torcicollo da paura che mi sveglia ad ogni movimento.
Sarà psicosomatico o solo il segno che devo cambiare materasso?
Sono serena, quindi probabilmente devo fare questo investimento...
Però sono anche un po' distratta in questi giorni,
diciamo che sono decisamente assente: la mia mente è altrove.
Poi c'è anche il saggio di ginnastica artistica:
un sacco di bambine che richiedono attenzioni in una palestra soffocante.
E ci sarebbe anche il mio...
Ma dove vado conciata in questo stato?
Cazzo, mi viene quasi il dubbio che non sia più la guerriera di sempre!

martedì 22 maggio 2007

... e allora mambo - Vinicio Capossela

Eccoci qua
noi suoniamo e voi state di là
noi sudiamo e voi bevete già
noi soffriamo e voi ridete ma
anche lei quella sera
rideva e sembrava sincera
aveva tacchi, spilli, orecchi
anelli, amici e tricchi tracchi
mi guardava sicura
e io a vedermi mettevo paura
ma lei mi dice in un orecchio
vieni andiamo giù a balàr

e allora mambo
mambo sudando
attento al tempo
se no m'inciampo
struscia 'a coscia contr'a coscia
striscia che pari una biscia
bacia il collo con audacia
struscia l'ascia dove non cuoce il sol

e dopo noi
barcollando usciamo un taxi e poi
a casa mia la notte è breve e lei
dice stanotte non possiamo ma
domani ti regalo
la felicità che non si può cambiare
che batte nella testa e non ti fa soffrire
la coscia che ti do serve ad amar
e il piede contro il tuo
lo uso per balàre

e allora mambo
mambo sudando
attento al tempo
se no m'inciampo
struscia 'a coscia contr'a coscia
striscia che pari una biscia
bacia il collo con audacia
struscia l'ascia dove non cuoce il sol
e allora mambo
mambo sbariando
io sto sudando
spingendo il gambo...

venerdì 27 aprile 2007

Bad timing - dEUS

Everything is quiet
There, in a pool of light
I would have sworn that she had died
I'm telling you

In all that i will say
In every move i'll make
You'll see that i don't fake Even if i wanted to

She passed it on to me

She walked into my life
The ridiculous and sublime
Beneath the lowered sky
She fell in love

And passed it on to me

I threw it all away
Like a record that you don't play
And all the hurt i saved
Well, time had come

I passed it on to her

Do you realize
Do you realize
To look into her eyes
And to let her go

To pass it on to him

Now everything was quiet
I would have sworn that she had died
And i didn't even try....

(Was it bad timing?)
Now all you want to hear
Is everything you fear
So don't you come too near

Cause everything you need
You'll get from her

martedì 3 aprile 2007

Sperimentando... la convivenza




Non è ufficiale ma, come tutti mi fan notare, la sostanza è la stessa.

Senza nemmeno rendermene conto... Non ho più un appartamento mio!
Non ho più il week end per i cazzi miei...
Ma contratto ogni giorni gli spazi con la persona che adoro.
Non è per nulla facile, tanto che a volte metto in dubbio il fatto stesso di adorarlo.
Mi ero dimenticata quanto è difficile convivere qualcuno...
Eppure quando ho scelto di trovarmi un posto solo mio il motivo l'avevo ben chiaro...

Ovvio che è stupendo condividere le esperienze con chi ami e sono felicissima che sia qui con me, ma come in ogni cosa che si vuol far bene ci vuole impegno.
E' strano che io sia qua a parlarne anche perché non so per quanto durerà questa situazione: è qualcosa di transitorio, una sorta di ripiego, nel quale non riesco ancora a credere (o forse preferisco non credere, anche per scaramanzia).

Perciò, queste sono considerazioni fatte sottovoce.
Non vorrei risvegliare nessuno...
Pensa che succederebbe se anche lui si accorgesse che nel bene e nel male, tra risa e urla, sono passati due mesi pieni di emozioni?

mercoledì 7 marzo 2007

something isn't right... there must be something wrong.

Penso che questo sia il mio pensiero più ricorrente...
Poi vedo immagini come quella di Federica (che aspetta che la sua bambina - Amelia - pianga per la prima volta) e rimango senza parole per la bellezza di qualcosa di tanto immenso quanto semplice.
Vorrei solo che restassimo tutti zitti,
che non rovinassimo la bellezza con le nostra urla,
con le nostre richieste di attenzione.
Vorrei che tutti mettessimo da parte il nostro egocentrismo e...
cominciassimo ad ascoltare,
ascoltare il silenzio.

una mamma bellissima...


Federica

lunedì 29 gennaio 2007

Invece no

Non è ancora finita.
E no... Non sono ancora tornata felice.
Basta poco per crollare.
Mi sentivo più serena,
ogni giorno sempre più me stessa.
Invece, sono ancora troppo instabile emotivamente.
E' evidente.
Che fatica...
Era un'illusione?
Ancora una volta vedo andare in frantumi,
come un castello di cristallo,
quella che credevo essere l'inizio di un po' di tranquillità.
Beh le schegge nei piedi le sento.
Fanno male.
Un male che arriva al cuore.
Ancora soffrire,
soffrire in silenzio.
Per il momento non posso urlare,
anche se ho il cuore straziato,
per ora ancora no.
Così devo ancora attendere,
mentre vorrei...
Una sola cosa vorrei,
che non posso avere.
Quindi, per il momento desidero un po' di serenità.
Non fare fatica la mattina ad alzarmi dal letto.
Sempre con lo stesso pensiero...
Che disastro che è sapere cosa si vuole,
chi si vuole al proprio fianco e...
non poterlo avere.

Rido, canto, mangio, dormo,
ma senza felicità.
Un po' di felicità.

martedì 9 gennaio 2007

Blur – Coffee and TV

Do you feel like a chain store?
Practically floored
One of many zeros
Kicked around bored
Your ears are full but your empty
Holding out your heart
To people who never really
Care how you are

So give me coffee and tv
History
Ive seen so much
Im goin blind
And Im braindead virtually
Sociability
Its hard enough for me
Take me away form this big bad world
And agree to marry me
So we can start all over again

Do you go to the country
It isnt very far
Theres people there who will hurt you
Cos of who you are

Your ears are full of the language
Theres wisdom there youre sure
til the words start slurring
And you cant find the door

So give me coffee and tv
History
Ive seen so much
Im goin blind
And Im braindead virtually
Sociability
Its hard enough for me
Take me away form this big bad world
And agree to marry me
So we can start all over again

So give me coffee and tv
History
Ive seen so much
Im goin blind
And Im braindead virtually
Sociability
Its hard enough for me
Take me away form this big bad world
And agree to marry me
So we can start all over again

Oh...we could start over again
Oh...we could start over again
Oh...we could start over again
Oh...we could start over again

lunedì 8 gennaio 2007

Compleanno di David Bowie


CHANGES
(Bowie)

I still don't know what I was waiting for
And my time was running wild
A million dead-end streets
Every time I thought I'd got it made
It seemed the taste
was not so sweet
So I turned myself to face me
But I've never caught a glimpse
Of how the others must see the faker
I'm much too fast to take that test

Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the stranger)
Ch-ch-Changes
Don't want to be a richer man
Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the stranger)
Ch-ch-Changes
Just gonna have to be a different man
Time may change me
But I can't trace time

I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence and
So the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware
of what they're going through

Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the stranger)
Ch-ch-Changes
Don't tell them to grow up and out of it
Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the stranger)
Ch-ch-Changes
Where's your shame
You've left us up to our necks in it
Time may change me
But you can't trace time

Strange fascination, fascinating me
Changes are taking the pace
I'm going through

Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the stranger)
Ch-ch-Changes
Oh, look out you rock 'n rollers
Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the stranger)
Ch-ch-Changes
Pretty soon you're gonna get
a little older
Time may change me
But I can't trace time
I said that time may change me
But I can't trace time