That's my mood today ... 
A bit 'of songs that explain better than words ... Today songs and poems.
I know that you read them, and you're wrong because even from the perspective of poetic composition are beautiful ... I read and I have sung so many times ..
I tried to control myself but I could not contain my love for Lolli ... so do not read it then!
Indifference
I will light a match this mornin ', I know I will not be alone
Watch as she lies silent, for soon night will be gone
Oh, I will stand arms outstretched, pretend I'm free to roam
Oh, I will make my way, through, one more day in Hell...
How much difference does it make
How much difference does it make, yeah...
I will hold the candle till it burns up my arm
Oh, I'll keep takin' punches until their will grows tired
Oh, I will stare the sun down until my eyes go blind
Hey, I won't change direction, and I won't change my mind
How much difference does it make
Mmm, how much difference does it make...how much difference...
I'll swallow poison, until I grow immune
I will scream my lungs out till it fills this room
How much difference
How much difference does it make
(Pearl Jam)
Quello che I still
What I have left of your days are sad that these notes are chasing in the air and draw your face.
What remains for me is that last day of your smile, give a moment before leaving. What I
rest of your life is just sadness. What I
rest of your days is the eagerness to get out even though I know that there is nobody waiting for me outside. What I
rest of your days is the hurry to get to sleep every night without thinking of you.
What I have is the memory of your kisses on me. What I
rest of your days of despair and regret not having stopped when you were leaving.
What I have left of your days are sweet words that fill my throat and now I can not tell you. What I
rest of your days is the desire to have you back. What I
rest of your life is nothing without the words without your meager farewell kiss as if it were normal. What I
rest of your days is the sad certainty that I never care about those of us was wrong. What I
rest of your life is only the sense of being dead.
(Claudio Lolli)
How much love love love what I tried.
How many hours, how many hours I spent,
next to a radiator for a bit of warmth.
What love, what love I tried.
many objects, many objects that I have stolen, but no one saw
while nobody was looking at me. How
love, love what I tried.
Behind the yellow glasses and a dirty room, which open
a city of iron, without voice, without a word.
How much love, much love I poured.
The most unexpected and trivial things, making
collection of butterflies or old newspapers.
The people I stopped on the street,
can sincerely testify
love what I tried yesterday, before, that I hung,
yesterday, before that I was hanged.
How much love, much love, much love, I tried ...
(Claudio Lolli)
One fine day One fine day we'll wake up and realize that we are dead. Or that we are not yet born and never born.
rubbed his sleepy eyes and with relief, we would realize. That the sufferings, related to the present day, relating to hours, are gone. What
vigils scary monsters from harassing, frantic racing on roads giants have vanished and laugh, now calm, made fun of the fear we had, the dream of living is over.
But today we love to go down the road, we must fight, because we still see the dream, drowning the pain in our faces daily now, less sad while we wait for that beautiful morning when the Sun swollen sails toward death, which lead us to nowhere, to nowhere, to nowhere.
(Claudio Lolli)
Death will come and will have your eyes
Death will come and will have your eyes -
this death that accompanies us from morning till night, sleepless,
deaf, like an old remorse
or an absurd vice. Your eyes
will be a vain word,
a silent cry, a silence.
So you see them every morning on
when you gaze alone
in the mirror. O dear hope,
that day we too will know that you are life and nothingness.
For all death has a look.
Death will come and will i tuoi occhi.
Sarà come smettere un vizio,
come vedere nello specchio
riemergere un viso morto,
come ascoltare un labbro chiuso.
Scenderemo nel gorgo muti.
(Claudio Lolli)
STATE OF LOVE AND TRUST
state of love and trust as i busted down the pretext
sin still plays and preaches but to have an empty court, uh huh
and the signs are passing...grip the wheel can't read it
sacrifice receiving the smell that's on my hands...hands, yeah
and i listen for the voice inside my head, nothing, i'll do this one myself
lay her down as priest does...should the lord be a-counting?
will be in my honor, make it pain, painfully clear, uh huh
promises are whispered in the Age of Darkness
Enlightened want to be like I want to be told the end ... end, yeah
and the barrel shakes aimed a directly-and my head
oh help me, help me from
myself and to listen from Both Sides of a friend, nothing, I'll do this one myself
myself, myself ...
hey, that that hey that's something
hey, that that hey that's something
hey, that that hey that's something
want it back, back to the left, yeah huh uh
and to listen oh for the voice inside my head, nothing, just to
this one myself oh, ah and the barrel waits, trigger shakes, aimed right and my head
will not you help me? help me from myself, oh ...
hmm, state of love and trust and a. ..
state of love and trust and a. ..
state of love and trust and a. ..
state of love and ... yeah ... woh woh woh
(Pearl Jam)
