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...ho il tuo profumo di sudore su di me
ma ho ancora un senso per me stesso?

...cercherò su di me la tua pelle che non c'è.



                       13.12.08 - afterhours.

Radiohead - Fake Plastic Trees

Her green plastic wateringcan
for her fake chineserubberplant
in the fake plastic earth.
that she bought from a rubber man
in a town full of rubber PlanS
to get rid of itself,- it wears her out.

She lives with a broken man,
a cracked polystyreneman who just
crumbles and burns.
He used to do surgery for girls in the eighties but gravity always
wins and it wears him out.

She Looks like the real thing.
She tastes like the real thing,
my fake plastic love.

But I Can't Help The Feeling.
I Could Blow Through The Ceiling.
If I Just Turn And run.
and it wears me out.

If i could be who you wanted all the time.

(L)

che assurdità.




Eppure
quante cose che nella vita
si dicono, si credono, si pensano
e per fortuna che...



...che poi cambiano!

Hold for the last time 
then slip away quietly... 
open my eyes but i never see anything 
if only i'd thought of the right words 
i could have held on to your heart 
if only i'd thought of the right words 
i wouldn't be breaking apart 

all my pictures of you.

there was nothing in the world
that i ever wanted more 
than to feel you deep in my heart.



there was nothing in the world 
that I ever wanted more .

forse sei un congegno che
si spegne da se 


forse sei un congegno che
si spegne da se 


forse sei un congegno che
si spegne da se.