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Take it easy

I've got seven women on 

my mind, 

Four that wanna own me, 

Two that wanna stone me, 

One says she's a friend of mine 

Well, I'm running down the road
tryin' to loosen my load
I've got seven women on
my mind,
Four that wanna own me,
Two that wanna stone me,
One says she's a friend of mine
Take It easy, take it easy
Don't let the sound of your own wheels
drive you crazy
Lighten up while you still can
don't even try to understand
Just find a place to make your stand
and take it easy
Well, I'm a standing on a corner
in Winslow, Arizona
and such a fine sight to see
It's a girl, my Lord, in a flatbed
Ford slowin' down to take a look at me
Come on, baby, don't say maybe
I gotta know if your sweet love is
gonna save me
We may lose and we may win though
we will never be here again
so open up, I'm climbin' in,
so take it easy
Well I'm running down the road trying to loosen
my load, got a world of trouble on my mind
lookin' for a lover who won't blow my
cover, she's so hard to find
Take it easy, take it easy
don't let the sound of your own
wheels make you crazy
come on baby, don't say maybe
I gotta know if your sweet love is
gonna save me, oh oh oh
Oh we got it easy
We oughta take it easy

Memory lapses

     There were so many things of her that he wouldn't have ever known, so many black holes scattered in her life. Such a short life, he thought, and so many gaps. Some were real, periods of her life that she wasn't able to fill with any memory. Others were just unsaid facts. Never lies, just unspoken truths.

Il buco

Qualche giorno fa una mia amica che vive in Missisipi (ma dove viva non e' importante ai fini della storia, lo dico solo per darmi un tono e apparire "internazionale") mi ha raccontato di avere avuto un flirt. O meglio, un duplice flirt. Anche se in realta' la duplicita' non era sua ma del massaggiatore da cui era stata insieme ad un' amica, il quale aveva flirtato con entrambe. La mia amica e il massaggiatore sono rimasti d'accordo per uscire a bersi un caffe' insieme (non vive a Londra, ricordate? In Missisipi si esce per un caffe', non per una birra). Ma durante una conversazione su Skype lei mi esprime i suoi dubbi sul massaggiatore, che si' ha delle mani d'oro, ma non pare molto serio. Cosa ti frega? le dico io. Esci con lui, mica devi quagliare. Ma almeno ti svaghi un po' (non ha molte occasioni per uscire) e alle brutte ti diverti a prenderlo per il culo (gli uomini che ragionano con l'uccello sono facile preda per le donne non eccitate dai loro feromoni). Si', pero'... Pero' cosa? le chiedo io. Ecco... Pare che sia uscito con la mia amica... E la tua amica ha quagliato? Si'. E quindi? Ecco, la mia amica non e' che sia... Non e' una gran bellezza? E' obesa! E questo mi fa pensare che lui sia interessato uncamente... E qui io scoppio a ridere. Una grassa risata di pancia. Ovviamente e' interessato solo a scopare, le dico io. E non importa con chi. Ti ricordi la pubblicita' delle caramelle Polo? Il buco con la menta intorno? Per gli uomini cio' che conta e' il buco, cosa ci sia intorno a definirlo, tutto sommato, importa poco.

Thunderstruck 2

Nadir?

You're awake in your darkest dream
I have come for you
And nobody can hear you scream
When I reach for you

Don't you remember their feet in your face
Before they have carved you in stone
And don't you remember your sweat and your pain
When you were drawn to the bone
When you were left on all alone

Living on a dream
Dying for an angel
Reach out, waiting for a miracle
No sign of wings, as you turn your back on me

Living on a dream
Lonely cold and dire
Head up, feet down in the fire
Giving till you're gone
Dying for an angel
Everyday

Where do we go from the apogee
What do we leave behind
And How will I stand what I'll have to see
This reflection of mine
Collateral damage, your sacrifice
Gotta learn to fly unlearn to fall
Gotta tear down the walls of love and lies
You have come on your own
You will go on all alone

Living on a dream
Dying for an angel
Reach out, waiting for a miracle
No sign of wings, as you turn your back on me

Living on a dream
Lonely cold and dire
Head up, feet down in the fire
Giving till you're gone
Dying for an angel
Everyday

(Living on a dream
Dying for an angel
Reach out, waiting for a miracle
No sign of wings, as you turn your back on me)

Living on a dream
Dying for an angel
Reach out, waiting for a miracle
No sign of wings, as you turn your back on me

Living on a dream
Lonely cold and dire
Head up, feet down in the fire
Giving till you're gone
Dying for an angel
Everyday

Living on a dream
Dying for an angel
Reach out, waiting for a miracle
No sign of wings, as you turn your back on me

Living on a dream
Lonely cold and dire
Head up, feet down in the fire
Giving till you're gone
Dying for an angel
Everyday

Luci a San Siro

Milano mia portami via, fa tanto freddo, 
ho schifo e non ne posso più, 
facciamo un cambio prenditi pure 
quel po' di soldi quel po' di celebrità 
ma dammi indietro la mia seicento, 
i miei vent'anni e una ragazza che tu sai.

E non sto scherzando, non mi sto scusando.

Ma so che e' inutile. Cio' che ti prendi

non lo dai mai indietro.

Let Me Bring You Down 42

She's a kind of beauty

Dedicated to a lot of women.

Oh you gonna take me home tonight
Oh down beside that red fire light
Oh you gonna let it all hang out
Fat bottomed girls you make the rocking world go round

Hey I was just a skinny lad
Never knew no good from bad
But I knew love before I left my nursery
Left alone with big fat Fanny
She was such a naughty nanny
Heap big woman, you made a bad boy out of me

Hey hey!

I've been singing with my band
Across the water, across the land
I've seen every blue eyed floozy on the way (hey)
But their beauty and their style
Went kind of smooth after a while
Take me to them naughty ladies every time

C'mon!

Oh, won't you take me home tonight?
Oh, down beside your red fire light
Oh, and you give it all you got
Fat bottomed girls you make the rocking world go round
Fat bottomed girls you make the rocking world go round

Hey, listen here
Now I got mortgages and homes
And I got stiffness in the bones
Ain't no beauty queens in this locality (I tell you)
Oh, but I still get my pleasure
Still get my greatest treasure
Heap big woman you done made a big man of me (now get this)

Oh (I know), you gonna take me home tonight (please)
Oh, down beside that red fire light
Oh, you gonna let it all hang out
Fat bottomed girls you make the rocking world go round
Fat bottomed girls you make the rocking world go round

Get on your bikes and ride

Ooh, yeah, oh, yeah, them fat bottomed girls
Fat bottomed girls, yeah, yeah, yeah,
All right
Ride 'em cowboy
Fat bottomed girls
Yes, yes, right.

Misanthropus Erectus 2

Actually I used to live high on a mountain,

but my fellow men kept coming

to bother me.

Let Me Bring You Down 41

Let Me Bring You Down 40

You're stinky.

2 pm
My boss: "You're stinky, today. Really stinky."
Me: "You should smell me during the mating season!"
My boss: "Mating season?!"
Me: "Yes. I grow a reddish fur, long antlers, become really aggressive and spread pheromones."

Fuck, what do you expect? I started working at 7, at 7:17 I was already soaked of sweat and since it wasn't enough I drove for 2 hours in a backhoe without air-conditioning.

Let Me Bring You Down 39

Does it really matters?

I'm not so sure any more.

War Of The Worlds

Luckluster

Times when I just can't
Bring myself to say it loud
'Fraid that what I'll say comes out somehow awry

That is when it seems
We move in circles day to day
Twist the drama of the play to get us by

And it feels like fear
Like I'll disappear
Gets so hard to steer
Yet I go on
Do we need debate
When it seems too late
Like I bleed but wait
Like nothing's wrong

You lift my spirit, take me higher, make me fly,
Touch the moon up in the sky, when you are mine
You lift me higher, take my spirit, make it fly,
Where all new wonders will appear

Like the other day
I thought you won't be coming back
I came to realize my lackluster dreams

And among the schemes
And all the tricks we try to play
Only dreams will hold their sway and defy

When it feels like fear... 
Like I'll disappear
Gets so hard to steer
Yet I go on
Do we need debate
When it seems too late
Like I bleed but wait
Like nothing's wrong

You lift my spirit, take me higher, make me fly,
Touch the moon up in the sky, when you are mine
You lift me higher, take my spirit, make it fly,
Where all new wonders will appear, oooohhhh

You lift my spirit, take me higher, make me fly,
Touch the moon up in the sky, when you are mine
You lift me higher, take my spirit, make it fly,
Where all new wonders will appear

Take me high
Make me fly

Sing...

...or write for absolution.



Lips are turning blue
A kiss that can't renew
I only dream of you
My beautiful

Tiptoe to your room
A starlight in the gloom
I only dream of you
And you never knew

Sing for absolution
I will be singing
And falling from your grace

There's nowhere left to hide
In no one to confide
The truth burns deep inside
And will never die

Lips are turning blue
A kiss that can't renew
I only dream of you
My beautiful

Sing for absolution
I will be singing
And falling from your grace

Sing for absolution
I will be singing
And falling from your grace

Our wrongs remain unrectified
And our souls won't be exhumed

Friends in London 6

Prima di lasciare Londra ho dato una breve serie di party, pranzi e cene, per lo piu' a casa mia per salutare le persone che conosco la'. Un po' per il mio desiderio di chiudere alcuni "conflitti", un po' su richiesta di altre persone, l'invito e' stato esteso anche ad alcune ragazze che avevo bandito da casa mia per ragioni varie, il cui valore e' relativo alla allora situazione contingente e al mio stato d'animo. In poche parole, non essendoci il rischio di rivederle piu', potevo permettermi il lusso di fare pace e incontrarle nuovamente. Non tutte hanno afferrato la cosa e ci sono state proposte di venire in vacanza a trovarmi. Ma in seguito mi sono premurato che il concetto fosse chiaro, con dichiarazioni ben mirate, la piu' gentile delle quali e' stata: "Andro' ad abitare in una palafitta e riservero' il piano terra per gli ospiti. Vi faccio dormire su materassini gonfiabili." Il riferimento agli effetti liberatori (per me) dell'alta marea sono chiari, ritengo.
Durante uno di questi incontri, l'ultimo di essi tenuto a casa mia per la precisione, c'e' stata una conversazione che chissa' perche' e' arrivata a toccare il matrimonio. Per intenderci la conversazione del "se vuoi ti trombo, ma non ti sposo". Fra insinuazioni scherzose e recriminazione falsamente scherzose sul fatto che non mi posso sposare (effettivamente sono tutt'ora legalmente sposato), in modo che non mi ricordo la conversazione e' scivolata sull'uso del bagno e in particolare della tazza.
"A me basta che la tavoletta sia abbassata!" ha detto una delle ragazze (quella che si lamentava del fatto che sono gia' sposato).
"Ma intendi la tavoletta o la ciambella?" chiedo io.
"Della ciambella mi importa poco. Perche', scusate tanto, io non mi siedo per fare pipi'!"
L'ho guardata esterrefatto. Alle manie igieniche c'e' un limite! E io che ti ho pure scopata... Meno male abbiamo usato il preservativo, altrimenti chissa' cosa mi avresti attaccato. 
Non l'ho detto, ma avrei dovuto.

Before quitting London I hosted some parties and meals, mostly at my home, to bid farewell to my acquaintances. Partly for a personal wish to end some disputes, partly for a third party request, I invited also some girls who I had banned from my home. The merit of such a ban was depending on the situation and on my mood on that time. Otherwise,  I could afford to see them because there was no risk to meet again in the future. Not everybody grasped that concept and talks about coming on holiday at my place started. But later on I made sure for everybody which was the status, with the kindest thing I uttered being: "I'll rent a stilt house and reserve the ground floor for guests. Inflatable mattresses for all." I suppose the reference to the liberatory effect (for myself) of high tide is quite clear.
During one of these encounters, the last happened at my home exactly, we had a conversation which touched (I don't know why) the marriage. To make it clear, it was the conversation of "I can fuck you, but I will not marry you". From playfully innuendos to pretended jokingly recriminations about my impossibility to get married (actually because I'm still legally married), the chat drifted, I don't remember why or how, to the toilet's use and in particular of the bowl.
"To me, to find the lid closed is fine!" said one girl (the one complaining about my married status).
"Do you mean the lid or the seat?" I asked.
"I don't care about the seat. Pardon me, but I don't seat down when I wee!"
I stared at her shocked. There is a limit even to hygiene mania! And I fucked you... Luckily we use the condom or I don't know what I could get from you.
I didn't say it, but I ought to have said it.

The malady of reverie 2

E' in pomeriggi come questo, privi di scopo e vinto dal desiderio di cio' che non posso avere, che mi convinco che il danno sia ormai stato fatto e che non possa essere riparato piu'. Domani magari pensero' diversamente, ma per il momento soccombo ai ricordi e rivivo sensazioni smarrite, andandole a cercare nelle fibre del corpo. Cio' che e' passato e' perduto e non puo' tornare. Ma farsene una ragione non e' facile.

It's in days like this, deprived of meaning and defeated by the longing of what I cannot have, that I come up with the conviction that the damaged is already happened and cannot be fixed. Tomorrow I may think differently, but now I give in to memories, living again lost sensations, searching them into my body's fibres. What has passed is lost and cannot come back. But coming to terms with that is not easy.

The malady of reverie

My inverse insomnia...

“There are few of us who have not sometimes wakened before dawn, either after one of those dreamless nights that make one almost enamoured of death, or one of those nights of horror and misshapen joy, when through the chambers of the brain sweep phantoms more terrible than reality itself, and instinct with that vivid life that lurks in all grotesques, and that lends to Gothic art its enduring vitality, this art being, one might fancy, especially the art of those whose minds have been troubled with the malady of reverie.”

― Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray