And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor... Shall be lifted - nevermore!

Tears are running down your breast
and your friends baby they treat you like a guest.

Waitin', watchin' the clock, it's four o'clock, it's got to stop
Tell him, take no more, she practices her speech
As he opens the door, she rolls over...
Pretends to sleep as he looks her over
She lies and says she's in love with him, can't find a better man...
She dreams in color, she dreams in red, can't find a better man...
Can't find a better man.

Talkin' to herself, there's no one else who needs to know...
She tells herself, oh...
Memories back when she was bold and strong
And waiting for the world to come along...
Swears she knew it, now she swears he's gone
She lies and says she's in love with him, can't find a better man...
She dreams in color, she dreams in red, can't find a better man...
She lies and says she still loves him, can't find a better man...
She dreams in color, she dreams in red, can't find a better man...
Can't find a better man.
Yeah...

She loved him, yeah...she don't want to leave this way
She feeds him, yeah...that's why she'll be back again
Can't find a better man.

La primavera in fin dei conti è una fregatura.

Tutti questi colori, tutti i profumi, le piante che rinascono dopo essere state congelate dall'inverno, gli insetti che svolazzano di fiore in fiore, ti fanno sentire come se anche tu potessi liberarti dalla pelle morta dei tuoi errori di valutazione, dalle scelte sbagliate, dalle situazioni complicate.

E invece no.

La natura riattiva il suo ciclo vitale e tu sei ancora fermo lì.

Ci sedemmo dalla parte del torto,

poichè tutti gli altri posti erano occupati.

The Beatles-Across The Universe

You do not know

Silence like a cancer grows.

E se diventi una farfalla nessuno pensa più a ciò che è stato
quando strisciavi per terra e non volevi le ali.

E alla fine siamo arrivati all'ultimo atto.
Ti ringrazio.

Basta, cazzo!!!