Chris Rea

My world is miles of endless roads
That leaves a trail of broken dreams
Where have you been I hear you say
I'll meet you at the Blue Cafe
'Cause, this is where the one who knows
Meets the one who does not care
Cards of fate, the older shows
The younger one, who dares to take
The chance of no return
Where have you been?
Where are you going to?
I want to know what is new
I want to go with you
What have you seen?
What do you know is new?
Where are you going to?
'Cause I want to go with you
The cost is great, the price is high
Take all you know, and say goodbye
Your innocence, inexperience
Mean nothing now
'Cause, this is where the one who knows
Meets the one who does not care
Where have you been I hear you say
I'll meet you at the Blue Cafe
Where have you been?
Where are you going to?
I want to know what is new
I want to go with you
What have you seen?
What do you know is new?
Where are you going to?
'Cause I want to go with you
Where have you been?
Where are you going to?
I want to know what is new
I want to go with you
What have you seen?
What do you know is new?
Where are you going to?
I want to go with you

Semaforo

Immagine: Penca de flores...ou semáforo natural!! - book fotografico di Diego F.Antonello

Semaforo E cosi fu che dopo quella sera noi non ci riincontrammo piu’ La chiamo sera perche di solito allora la gente si fa i conti: Cos'e' che avevo fino ieri Cosa non avro piu’ da domani Ma Che ora e’? Hai fatto tardi stasera Troppo tardi, mi sa Cento e piu giorni dal quei ciao quei ciao l'uno dopo l’altro Una carezza sulla spalla E poi un’ora senza una parola davanti a quel semaforo polso lento verde-rosso Poi ancora verde Poi di nuovo rosso Un contatempo deciso Con la crudelta’ della linea Senza la promessa di un orologio Che con il suo circolare movimento Ritorna allo stesso punto Un infinita’ di volte Semprando un mulino Che elabora le giornate Macinando la loro tristezza Dandoci pane per nutrire Le nostre inutili speranze.

Υβρίδια

Μέσα στο αλλόκοτο σύνολο ιδεών που επεξαργαζόταν το άρρωστο πιά μυαλό του, βρήκα κάποιο ενδιαφέρον όσον αφορά την υποτιθέμενη ύπαρξη των Ζομπότ (παιδιά των Ζόμπι και των Ρομπότ) και των Νεαντερτάλιμπαν (παιδιά των Νεάντερταλ και των Ταλιμπάν). Τα υπόλοιπα ήταν κοινότυπες θεωρίες περί Τέχνης, περί προελεύσεως των λέξεων, νεολεξίες κ.ά.