Ogni tanto provo questa sensazione di pace al mio ritorno a casa, soprattutto al termine di giornate intense e confuse.
A volte penso che sia una sorta di resa. Necessaria e taumaturgica. Identificabile con nessun colore, o forse con un unico colore, il bianco.
Oggi ho saputo che tra poche settimane la coppia roman-pratese si trasferirà. Casa nuova. Casa loro. Che siano speciali i tuoi Homecoming, TUF Sister.
A sort of homecoming, U2.
And you know it's time to go
Through the sleet and driving snow
Across the fields of mourning to
A light that's in the distance
And you hunger for the time
Time to heal, 'desire' time
And your earth moves beneath
Your own dream landscape.
On borderland we run.
I'll be there, I'll be there tonight
A high-road, a high-road out from here.
The city walls are all come down
The dust a smoke screen all around
See faces ploughed like fields that once
Gave no resistance.
And we live by the side of the road
On the side of a hill as the valleys explode
Dislocated, suffocated
The land grows weary of its own.
O com-away, o com-away
o-com, o com-away, I say I
O com-away, o com-away
o-com, o com-away, I say I
Oh, oh, on borderland we run
And still we run
We run and don't look back
I'll be there, I'll be there
Tonight, tonight
I'll be there tonight, I believe
I'll be there so high
I'll be there tonight, tonight.
Oh com-away, I say, o com-away, I say I.
The wind will crack in wintertime
This bomb-blast lightning waltz.
No spoken words, just a scream
Tonight we'll build a bridge
Across the sea and land
See the sky, the burning rain
She will die and live again tonight
And your heart beats so slow
Through the rain and fallen snow
Across the fields of mourning
To a light that's in the distance
Oh, don't sorrow, no don't weep
For tonight at last I am coming home
I am coming home
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mi associo. :*
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