il tempo passa lentamente,
secondi,
minuti,
ore,
giorni,
mesi,
anni,
ma ci accorgiamo solo ad un passo dal confine che la vita è già passata e non ci resta che un “è già ora di andarsene?”,
e ci accorgiamo che il tempo non passa in fretta solo quando ci si diverte,
ma quando siamo troppo presi dal vivere, che coprende
amare, odiare, soffrire, piangere, ridere, sperare, viaggiare, attendere, ecc..

troppi sogni, 17 anni

a 17 anni un anno è una vita,

dopo un anno, si inizia a sognare

di vivere sotto lo stesso tetto, per dormire insieme, fare le coccole e poi l’amore.

si inizia a pensare a come sarebbe

amare la persona che ti ruba tutte le coperte e lo spazio del letto matrimoniale, la stessa che ti mette i suoi piedi gelati sulle tue gambe calde, ma continuare a desiderarla, dopo tutta la vita, dopo mille litigate e miliardi di rimproveri.

si inizia a progettare

la casa dove vivreste, a come arredarla, sfogliando migliaia di cataloghi, girando tutti i weekend all’ikea, mano nella mano, anche se lui vorrebbe solo scappare, perché per lui è:  ”scegli tu, io mi adatto”.

si inizia a risparmiare

per chissà quali progetti, un campeggio in montagna o un viaggetto low cost in due; per una maglietta larga da condividere con il logo della band sconosciuta a tutto il resto del mondo, che però amate, perché è loro la canzone che ascoltate mentre fate l’amore.


Bob Dylan - To Ramona


Ramona, come closer
Shut softly your watery eyes
The pangs of your sadness
Will pass as your senses will rise

The flowers of the city
Though breathlike, get deathlike sometimes
And there’s no use in tryin’
To deal with the dyin’
Though I cannot explain that in lines.

Your cracked country lips
I still wish to kiss
As to be by the strength of you skin
Your magnetic movements
Still capture the minutes I’m in

But it grieves my heart, love
To see you tryin’ to be a part of
A world that doesn’t exist
It’s all just a dream, babe
A vacuum, a scheme, babe
That sucks you into feelin’ like this.

I can see that your head
Has been twisted and fed
With worthless foam from the mouth
I can tell you are torn
Between stayin’ and returnin’ on
Back to the South

You’ve been fooled into thinking
The finishin’ end is at hand
Yet there’s no one to beat you
No one to defeat you
'Cept the thoughts of yourself feeling bad

I’ve heard you say many times
You’re better than no one
And no one is better than you

If you really believe that
You know you got
Nothing to win and nothing to lose
From fixtures and forces and friends
Your sorrow does stem
That hype you and type you
Making you feel like
You gotta be just like them.

I’d forever talk to you
But soon my words
Would turn into a meaningless ring
For deep in my heart
I know there is no help I can bring

Just that everything passes
And everything changes
Just do what you think that you should do
And who knows, maybe
someday, baby

I’ll come and be cryin’ to you.

Bob Dylan - To Ramona

Ramona, come closer
Shut softly your watery eyes
The pangs of your sadness
Will pass as your senses will rise
The flowers of the city
Though breathlike, get deathlike sometimes
And there’s no use in tryin’
To deal with the dyin’
Though I cannot explain that in lines.
Your cracked country lips
I still wish to kiss
As to be by the strength of you skin
Your magnetic movements
Still capture the minutes I’m in
But it grieves my heart, love
To see you tryin’ to be a part of
A world that doesn’t exist
It’s all just a dream, babe
A vacuum, a scheme, babe
That sucks you into feelin’ like this.
I can see that your head
Has been twisted and fed
With worthless foam from the mouth
I can tell you are torn
Between stayin’ and returnin’ on
Back to the South
You’ve been fooled into thinking
The finishin’ end is at hand
Yet there’s no one to beat you
No one to defeat you
'Cept the thoughts of yourself feeling bad
I’ve heard you say many times
You’re better than no one
And no one is better than you
If you really believe that
You know you got
Nothing to win and nothing to lose
From fixtures and forces and friends
Your sorrow does stem
That hype you and type you
Making you feel like
You gotta be just like them.
I’d forever talk to you
But soon my words
Would turn into a meaningless ring
For deep in my heart
I know there is no help I can bring
Just that everything passes
And everything changes
Just do what you think that you should do
And who knows, maybe
someday, baby
I’ll come and be cryin’ to you.