Tuesday, October 23, 2007

Rem 870 Magnum Reciever




Voglio tornare bambino, voglio annusare la Coccoina, voglio spalmarmi il Vinavil e poi togliermelo come se fosse una pellicina. Voglio usare i pennarelli per poi avere tutte Small fingers filled with colorful stripes. I want to steal a snack for adults. I believe that my little soldier moves and dodge the bullet at the last minute. I believe that the astronaut is a job that can only be done at night because during the day there are no stars to land. I believe that my friend is a friend of mine forever, and never betray you. But above all I want to believe that Santa brings you coal if you've been bad.

"I go out for a walk," Ed Mondadori, 2000

Yes, I want to go girl. Want to regain my innocence, my carelessness.
Non voglio avere più problemi. Non voglio più avere un capo a cui rendere conto, nè una collega bastarda da cui difendermi. Non voglio più saperne nulla di nulla. Nè di lavorare. Nè di dovermi alzare alle 6.50 ogni mattino. Nè di dover fare sempre la stessa stramaledetta strada ed incontrare sempre le solite facce noiose.
Non voglio più passare 12 ore della mia giornata in un posto di fantomatico prestigio ma reale bunker di tristi bassezze. Basta auto, assicurazione da pagare. Basta spese su spese. Basta pensieri su pensieri!

Basta con tutto questo schifo.

Voglio davvero tornare bambina. Ritornare a scuola, stare con gli amici. Ridere, scherzare.
await the arrival of my father from work and to meet each other for a kiss. Me to pamper the arms of his mother, convinced that nothing could hurt me.
I want to go girl. Lie in the grass and smell the scent of freshly cut deeply. Take the red Graziella and running at breakneck speed through the streets of the country.

I have yet to understand what is really beautiful in adulthood.
Maybe I'll find out only when they made me feel like a woman. When the efforts of recent years will be rewarded. When all these tears, suppressed this desire, this energy will be damped rewarded. When I watch

I smile in the mirror and say, "You really are worth."

But until then ... close my eyes again and again and I shall see here, little girl, sitting on a wicker chair that I loved so much, my favorite book of fairy tales in hand, to dream .. dreaming .. dreaming ..

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