fallen in love, with an impossible young English lady
and nobody knew - torn and frayed - my love thrown away
20th August, 2001 - darkness filled up my "blind" eyes
even this time all is coming to an end
all been incredible, my friend
I think here I can't stand
is getting very near the end...
show is coming to an end, my friend.
Monday the 20th August. An ordinary, a day like
Monday and I'm no longer an activity leader
won't ever be, eventually.
far I have broken my watch, broken my pair of
missed tens of trains and buses for ten
seconds, lost my jumper, lost my sweater,
important addresses......and... well......
myself for the nth time.
Monday, a very ordinary Monday and I don't
anymore to wake up with bloody accents, whether
is French or English....or Italian... As well as
don't need anymore to pull my leg or wind me up
to be that shy girl you're well known
And, well, I would say clever, after all. I'm
to be one who's able to spot clever minds
away. Don't underrate me, and I won't underrate
Monday and you got 4As*, while I've got 4.....
left....... the battle, my own battle, rages on.
still fire and lightnings to keep it on, I'm
for the next explosion of thunders and rain
accompanies my killing imagination. I love
in love with my thoughts. They keep me awake
the time, even when I should let everything go.
love them. I need them. I adore them. I would like
kill them!!..... Before they can kill me. But I
help it. It's stronger than me. Stronger than
will. It's ME vs ME. A passionate, dramatic battle
my mind. Who's gonna win?... Who's gonna over-
won't let myself blow away.
Monday, a bloody Monday. My bedroom is as untidy
ever, just as my fuckingly complicated brain.
sinking. Definitely sinking. I'm being killed
an "imagination-overdose". I'm being driven
slowly mad, trying to keep myself afloat,
it's surrender, by now......
it is getting very near the end.
the man standing on the corner, completely iso-
while the others joyfully have fun dancing
a deafening loud music.
the nice fellow to whom no-one says hallo whenever
go to a party.
your outsider, a natural born one, bound to
and trying not to get overwhelm by his own
then his own over-worrying.
I'm 80 early in the morning, 60 after
40 at mid-noon, 30 in the early afternoon,
in the evening, from 8 to 15 late at night.....
MAKE IT MINE!!!! MY VERY OWN NIGHT!!
"Sir Sensitivity" during the day, but supposed
be "Evil Nosferatu" at deep, very deep night,
entitled to "suck" blood to my victims and
myself a "high" time, fairly "accompanied" by
unsafe and overwhelming darkness, a dearest friend
me. Then, to get back, when dawn rises again, to
spoiled and eerie grave. And let my tormented soul
again. To re-live the following night.
let me fall into my dream, a labyrinthine dream,
which it is apparently impossible to escape. But it's too late, I've already
been trapped. No way out.
now way in, no access to rest of the World.
let me go back into my Dark Side of the Moon,
you very soon. Nowhere-bound, that "nowhere" I
from. A place to be, a place with no people,
needed for me, I need my very own island
to keep the wicked Planet far and let myself go
a stunningly blue sea of emotions and peaceful
me let me let me... let me over and over again
away, for a never come-back. A f....... bastard
I will let my corrosive doubts vanish with
annoyingly freezing wind and maybe one day you'll
from the madding crowd, I'm the little raging
quit too early by his mother and father, I'm
and no-one is coming to rescue me. Alone with
child-ish ghosts and rumours that apparently do
exist, except within my corrupted mind. It's
diving into an empty, dark swimming pool, sure
won't get hurt. No, I won't.
feel like I have to cross a very busy, chaotic
in a huge, disturbing big town, without watching
to left nor to right.
won't get hurt, my friend. No, I won't.
sure, I won't.
YA IN THE SPACE!!!
"gorgeous" activity leader
having a very BAD French accent........
the "bloodiest and weirdest English accent
heard so far"..........
VERY OWN accent!!!
your ultimate outsider
Definitely...... MR. DEFINITELY!!!!!!!!!!!
natural born "menthally-drunk" 28-year-old-Italian-fellow
adores George Best and "comes" from Sgt. Pepper
used to live there, until a certain time ago).
very very very good guy, INDEED!!!!!!!
4As equivalerebbe al massimo risultato ottenibile
i famosi A-LEVELS inglesi, una serie di
che permettono di individuare il grado di
degli studenti inglesi nel delicato,
passaggio tra la maturita' conseguita nelle
superiori ed il successivo passaggio all'Univer-
per la quale si ha optato.