it' s four in the morning, the end of december
i'm writing you now just to see if you re better
new york is cold, but i like where i'm living
there's music on clinton street all through the evening.
i hear that you're building your little house deep in the desert
you're living for nothing now, i hope youre keeping some kind of record.
yes, and jane came by with a lock of your hair
she said that you gave it to her
that night that you planned to go clear
did you ever go clear?
ah, the last time we saw you you looked so much older
your famous blue raincoat
was torn at the shoulder
you'd been to the station to meet every train
and you came home without lili marlene
and you treated my woman to a flake of your life
and when she came bac she was nobody's wife.
well i see you there with the rose in your teeth
one more thin gypsy thief
well i see janes awake.
she sends her regards.
and what can i tell you my brother, my killer
what can i possibly say?
i guess that i miss you, i guess i forgive you
i'm glad you stood in my way.
if you ever come by here, for jane or for me
your enemy is sleeping, and his woman is free.
yes, and thanks, for the trouble you took from her eyes
i thought it was there for good so i never tried.
and jane came by with a lock of your hair
she said that you gave it to her
that night that you planned to go clear.

- sincerely, l. cohen

ho la vita piena di novità eppure mi sento statica.
che brutto, questo periodo dell'anno.
ma tanto dico lo stesso di tutti i mesi.
quello che non dico mai però è che questa primavera potrebbe rivelarsi meravigliosa.
stiamo un po' a vedere.

come fanno a piacerti, questi vani scherzi di povera carta?
leggi ciò di cui la vita possa dire: "è mio".
qui non troverai centauri, non gorgoni nè arpie:
la mia pagina ha sapore di uomo.

grazie a marco valerio marziale, nato in spagna nel 40 d.c., si dice.
certe giornate riesce a capovolgermele solo lui e pochi altri eletti.

roma diventa più gialla e asciutta ogni giorno che passa, se parlo la mattina vedo l'aria condensata uscirmi dalla bocca, quando cammino il freddo mi punge le guance e mi gela il naso.

ho perso un amico perchè non sapevo amarlo, mi sento profondamente triste e tra due giorni è il mio compleanno, ho anche un vestito per l'occasione.

forse riuscirò a riprendere la macchina fotografica in mano, adoro gli autunni pungenti.

no, ogni tanto dovrò pure aggiornare no?
non mi va di scrivere in inglese, scusate, e comunque era tanto per celebrare il momentaneo asterisco accanto al nome.

nonostante gli smashing pumpkins non godano della mia simpatia, oggi 1979 mi fa commuovere.

and I don't even care to shake these zipper blues,
and we don't know
just where our bones will rest,
to dust I guess,
forgotten and absorbed into the earth below.

wooooo! i'm a deviant too, finally!
decided to come here cause i've got plenty of works in my hd, so i wonder, what if my pc would suddenly explode?
(the truth is that i'm a little bit vain, too. )
wellll, i'm going to understand something more about the fabulous world of da!

vi amoooooooo! (oh, yes, i'm italian, from rome. )