Sul mio frigorifero c’è un ritaglio di giornale, Due giorni per sempre, dice. Nero su bianco su bianco.
Mi piace leggere quelle parole ritagliate in fretta e appicciate senza pensarci mentre pranzo da solo, e lasciare che i ricordi vadano tutti agli stessi momenti.
If I see through you Then all is okay If I see through you I'll make the day It circles around you like light Of night It becomes you And it's all right Directions change Like a pilot in a storm And we're moving Like we've never done before Vibrations those that make the waves Move us in different ways So different days This won't last long In all ways So different days Wake up they're gone In all ways In all ways I'll pass right by you but won't forget your name It's the simple way Now you and I are ramed It circles around the warmth of day And the scent of night pushes us on our way So different days The vibrations they make the waves Move us, not them To trust in all ways This won't last long So different days Wake up they're gone In all ways In different days In all ways
Poi ci sono le notti come queste, senza sonno anche se sei stanchissimo, in cui ogni testo, ogni canzone sembra avere il suo significato.
Buonanotte.