It?s more than a feeling, when I hear that old song they used to play, more than a feeling, I begin dreaming more than a feeling
Been beat up and battered ?round, been sent up, and I?ve been shot down, you?re the best thing that I?ve ever found. Handle me with care
When the truth is found to be lies and all the joys within you dies, don't you want somebody to love, don't you need somebody to love?
I want you by my side just to help me dry the tears that I've cried cause I'm sure gonna give you a try and if you want, I'll try to love again ? but I know the first cut is the deepest
We can be together, we will be, we must begin here and now
You ...my brown eyed girl, you, my brown eyed girl
Seems like I've gone off the side of a mountain couldn't be sure I was even alive fallen from the icy heights landed with a broken cry in this valley of shadow sorrow and sighs can you save me baby? Nobody lives without love, nobody gets to give up, you can try to lock your heart away, the love will come back for you some day. Nobody lives without love
Affairs of the heart are the hardest kind, cause they turn us into fools, into fools every time, affairs of the heart make you lose your way, you listen to your head, but you do what your heart say, and the time you had was just like sand, you know it slips away, it slips away, away through the fingers of your hand.
It's always better when we're together, yeah we?ll look at the stars when we're together well its always better when we're together yeah, its always better when we're together?.
Someone like you makes it hard to live without somebody else, someone like you makes it easy to give never thinking about myself
Love is a mist that's turning everything red to white, like the full moon it send you out of your mind at night, wishing wells ain't no use, they just say may or might, and all I need, well all I need is you, somehow it just grew and grew, till all I need is you.
It's amazing how you can speak right to my heart, without saying a word, you can light up the dark, try as I may I could never explain what I hear when you don't say a thing
You say you'll give me eyes in a moon of blindness, a river in a time of dryness, a harbour in the tempest ? when all I want is you
Open my heart I opened my heart there's something telling me to open my heart. Open my heart, see I've been blind, and all that's been cut is a short loop running round my mind. Love is like laughter see it happen by chance.
My love is the evening breeze touching your skin the gentle sweet singing of leaves in the wind the whisper that calls, after you in the night and kisses your ear in the early light you don?t need to wonder, you?re doing fine and my love, the pleasure?s mine let me go crazy on you.
Gimme some loving, gimme gimme some loving, gimme some loving, gimme gimme some loving, gimme some loving every day.
I want you, I want you, I want you so bad.
Have I told you lately that I love you, have I told you there's no one else above you, fill my heart with gladness, take away all my sadness, ease my troubles, that's what you do

And he wants you, he wants you, he is straight and he is true Ooh hoo hoo

I can hear her heartbeat from a thousand miles and the heavens open up every time she smiles and when I come to her that is where I belong and I'm running through her like a rivers song . She gives me love, love, love, love, crazy love

Si ringraziano gli autori del dialogo: Jefferson, Dylan, Morrison, Stevens, Reader, Orton etc etc...., tutti i protagonisti della compimonotematica messa insieme l'altro giorno. Perdoneranno l'occasionale travisamento delle loro intenzioni nello scrivere queste parole.

Nevica. Odio la neve. Amo la neve.
Amo la neve che imbianca, copre, abbelisce, incanta. Odio la neve che impedisce, divide, allontana.

Odi et amo. Quare id faciam, fortasse requiris.
Nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior. (Catullo, I sec. a.C.)

Cercavo un titolo per questo post ho ritrovato questo carme. Oltre 2000 anni, un soffio.

Ieri sera siamo andati al Bicocca Village in uno di quei cinema dove sei solo un numero di poltroncina (comoda eh) e di sala, per vedere la Sposa Cadavere, film d'animazione di Tim Burton, che si conferma uno dei miei registi preferiti. Un film per bambini? Be' ci sono i pupazzi... forse sì però...un bel film, uno di quelli che mi lasciano lì a pensare e quasi sembrare triste dopo. Una storia di morti a cui il cuore non batte più eppure si spezza e si emoziona lo stesso. Una storia di morti colorati, allegri, saggi, via dal mondo dei vivi grigio e nebbioso . Una storia d'amore, l'amore che colpisce di botto ma capace di ragionevolezza e altruismo nelle scelte.
Una storia.