non è proprio da me fare certi orari, ma poi alla fine, chissenefrega — una volta ogni tanto si possono fare piccoli strappi alla regola..

sono appena rimasto a guardare l’alba rotterdamese e il sole sorgere al laghetto qui vicino, tra luci di lampioni e palazzi in lontanaza.. naturalmente, quindi, prima di andare a dormire sentivo il dovere di scrivere due righe, tanto per non dimenticare attimi di questo primo anno all’estero, il quale, poco a poco, va concludendosi..

due cose volevo dire in questo post: la prima è che è stato troppo bello sentirmi un pò partecipe ad una grigliata tenutasi a 2000 km di distanza, capendo che sono proprio queste occasioni, tra tante altre cose, che mi fanno venire nostalgia di casa, e nostalgia di un’estate sempre più remota..

la seconda cosa è che mi sentivo quasi obbligato a dedicare una canzone a questa nottata, ormai trasformatasi in una (quasi) mattinata.. ed eccola qui:

già che ci sono voglio scrivere altre due cose: sono felicissimo per le numerose, varie e belle notizie che mi arrivano da amici cari e gli uccellini cominciano a cinguettare nel vicinato..

per il testo della canzone cliccate sotto — e se avete un attimo di relax, godetevela..

She loves him more, he loves her more
Seems like they aint ever gonna let each other go
Laughing and kissin’
It’s a match made in heaven
Behind the rings on their fingers
Imprints the ink deep in the inner
That has stained their souls together now
Stained ’soul mates’ forever now
Seems like they’ve made it to the other side
Where the grass is greener and the sky is always blue
And it goes on forever and ever
But there is only room for two
Deep at night
I’m awakened from my dreams
Next door yelling, cries, ‘Mercy’
she is begging please
‘Don’t end my life you’re all I need’
And darling I will never leave, never leave
And then she prayed on her knees
She said

Save him, save him from the hand that he beats me on

Dark clouds cover her paradise
She covers her eyes and hides
Behind enemy lines
And she walks through the night with her child in her arms
She’s thrown back hostaged

See twenty years ago
When she was just ten years old
Lost in imagination
She was left alone
And Paps had nothing to let his anger on
Oh he beat her cold, yes he did
He beat her cold
She used to prey on her knees
She said

Save him, save him from the hand that he beats me on

Deep at night I’m awakened from my dreams
Next door yelling, cries ‘Mercy’
she’s beggin please, begging please, begging please
‘Get up, Get up’
He brings her to her feet and smacks her down till she falls to the ground
Oh and over and over again
He brings her to her feet till she can no longer stand
Oh and still the beating never ends
On and on and on it goes
Until he brings out a gun
And says to her
‘Stop crying and bring me my son’

She cries harder and harder
He cries harder and harder
She says
‘Baby please don’t, don’t do this’
Oh two shots to her chest
And a blow to his own head
She quickly loses breath
And blood rushes to their bed
And baby cries he cries,.. his eyes out

Save him, save him from the hand that he beats me on

She loves him more, he loves her more
Seems like they ain’t never let each other go
Laughing and kissin’
It’s a match made in heaven