The grass was greener…

 

Venerdì, calda serata di Maggio passata in mezzo ad una piazza ballante bevente e festeggiante, e si incontrano per caso tutti quei vecchi compagni di liceo che non si vedono da un po’ di tempo…e si sta ancora insieme li…dopo tanto tempo…e il pensiero torna a quei cinque anni passati assieme, fianco a fianco ogni giorno,  a condividere uno spicchio di vita lungo e importante, a soffrire, litigare, amare ed odiare, e mi avvolgo per un attimo nei ricordi…con un po’ di nostalgia…e ricordo…una scritta sul muro l’ultimo giorno e l’ultima campanella…

 

 

Radiohead – Faithless the wonder boy

I’ve had these jeans since I was born 
and now they’re ripped 
and now they’re torn 
and all my friends have skateboards 

I want the toys of other boys 
I want a knife and a gun and things 
but mum and dad will not give in 

and I can’t put the needle in 
I can’t put the needle in 
I can’t put the needle in 

No I can’t put the needle in 
I can’t put the needle in 
I can’t put the needle in 

and now I know just what it is 
it’s called disease and it’s got my head 
it always runs where I hide 

too scared to talk 
too scared to try 
too scared to know the reasons why 
and all my friends say bye bye 

and I can’t put the needle in 
I can’t put the needle in 
I can’t put the needle in 

No I can’t put the needle in 
I can’t put the needle in 
I can’t put the needle in