amici,
si, AMICI, perchà lo siamo tutti fino a prova contraria.
Come ho provato a dirvi e dimostrarvi in questi giorni, l'essenza del blog ( almeno come l'ho interpretata IO ) è
l'espressione massima del "tutto è in comune con tutti", e quindi è bello, saccheggiare
idee da altri posti ai quali magari non arrivereste mai, e proporveli qui.
Quello che voglio dedicarvi è un bellissimo pezzo tratto dal blogh di Chiara, sempre pieno di cose interessantissime e particolarmente ricercate.
Grazie Chiara!


trenta,

dear god,

hope you got the letter and

i pray you can make it better, god, here

i don't need a big reduction in the price of beer

but all the people that you made in your image,

see them starving on their feet

'cause they don't get enough to eat

from god

can't believe in you

dear god,

sorry to disturb you but,
i feel that i should be loud and clear

we don't need a big reduction in the mountain of tears

but all the people that you made in your image,

see them fighting in the street

'cause they can't make opinions meet

about god

can't believe in you

did you make disease

and the diamond blue?

did you make mankind

after we made you?

and the devil too...

dear god,

don't know if you've noticed but

your name is on a lot of quotes in this book

us crazy humans wrote it; you should take a look

and all the people that you made in your image

still believin' that junk is true

well, i know it ain't and so do you,

dear god

i can't believe in...

i don't believe in...

i won't believe in heaven and hell,

no saints, no sinners, no devil as well,

no pearly gates, no thorny crown

you're always lettin' us humans down

the wars you bring, the babes you drown,

those lost at sea and never found*

and it's the same the whole world 'round,

the hurt i see helps to compound

the father, son and holy ghost

is just somebody's unholy hoax.

and if you're up there, you perceive

that my heart's here upon my sleeve

if there's one thing i don't believe in...

it's you,
dear god.

*un verso fantastico. mi fa venire in mente jean rhys, rebecca e (ovviamente) il mar dei sargassi. la santa maria incagliata in una secca. il registro di lloyd. i fumetti portoghesi.