Friday, November 28, 2008

Do Throat Cultures Hurt?

five months, good luck darling: D

to you that you are the unique

the only reason to get to the bottom of each

my breath when I look
after a day full of words
without you tell me anything


all becomes clear to you that I've found all
'corner with fists
with my back against the wall ready to defend

with downcast eyes
I was in line with
the disillusioned
thou hast gathered
like a cat and I have brought with you

To you I sing a song because I have nothing

nothing better to offer

of everything I take my time and

spell that with a single jump
us fly into the air like bubbles


To you who are just six

substance of my days
substance of my days To you

You are my love and my great love

to you who took my life and I've done
more
you who have given meaning to time without measure

you who are my great love
and my great love To you I


I saw you cry in my hand I could kill fragile

tightening a bit 'and then I saw you

with the force of an airplane
take over your life
and drag it to safety

To you who taught me the art of adventure dreams

you who believe in the courage and

also in fear that you're the best thing that has happened to me

to you that changes
every day and remains the same

To you who are just six

substance of my days

substance of my dreams to you who are essentially six

substance of my dreams
substance of my days To you

you do not like and you never

a wonder the forces of nature are concentrated in
that you are a rock you are a plant you're a hurricane
you are the horizon that greets me when I walk away

To you who are the only
friend that I can have

the only love I'd want if I had you with me
to you who made my life beautiful to die,
that you can render the effort a great pleasure,
that you are my love and my great love,
to you that you took my life and I've done a lot more,
you who have given way to a cliff, for you have the
My great love and my great love,
you who you are, just six days of my substance, substance of my dreams ...
and to you who you are, simply are, companion of my days ... stuff of dreams ...

[Lorenzo Jovanotti A te]