A PLAZA OF MY OWN

Writing is making sense of life. You work your whole life and perhaps you've made sense of only one small area.

Nadine Gordimer

giovedì 21 febbraio 2008

Guaranteed

On bended knee is no way to be free
lifting up an empty cup I ask silently
that all my destinations will accept
the one that’s me so I can breath.
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Circles they grow and they swallow people
whole half their lives they say goodnight to wive’s
they’ll never know got a mind full of questions
and a teacher in my soul, so it goes...
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Don’t come closer or I’ll have to go
Holding me like gravity are places that pull
If ever there was someone to keep me at home:
It would be you.
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Everyone I come across in cages they bought
they think of me and my wandering, but I’m never
what they thought. Got my indignation, but I’m pure
in all my thoughts: I’m alive.
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Wind in my hair, I feel part of everywhere
underneath my being is a road that disappeared
late at night I hear the trees: they’re singing
with the dead overhead.
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Leave it to me as I find a way to be.
Consider me a satelite for ever orbiting
I knew all the rules, but the rules did not know me.



Eddie Vedder,
Guaranteed

martedì 19 febbraio 2008