giovedì 6 dicembre 2012


So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, 
blue skies from pain. Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell? 
And did they get you trade your heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze? Cold comfort for change? And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage? 
How I wish, how I wish you were here. We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year, running over the same old ground. What have we found? The same old fears, wish you were here.

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«Lo scambio di idee e opinioni costruito nella fabbrica della vita concreta è di per sé consiglio.»

Walter Benjamin

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