Second me the peoples are beautifuls. But also not.

First me.

I would like to writing and singing a song in english,
tongue that I’ve studied at the medium school.
I’d surely find the way to recreate the original sound
of the wonderful Beatles english.

I would pick up a girl and
– thank you to the original sound of the wonderful Beatles english –
I would conquer her,
I would marry her and together we will farrow so many much childs.

So we would live until the late age (her),
while I would never die just like Highlander;
but not like Sean Connery, better like Christopher Lambert:
young through the centuries but without cut the head.

So every night I dream my unrealizable, unreasonable, unrecognizable,
unjamestaylorable, unstatesmanlike dream come true
.

Second me (the peak of the mountain).

How you call you? How many years you have?
From where come? How stay?
Not to be sad:
the life is a thing wonderful and I am here for make it wonderfuler.

Not see the my love for yourself?
For force, not is visible.
Not hear the sound of the my guitar?
Is play from me; is play for you, is play for we.

Oui, je t’aime, je t’aime – yes -, must to be the my girl;
come on the my car that I bring you at make one tour.
What think of the my car?
Is much beautiful, second me.

[Elio e le Storie Tese, First me, second me, 1996]

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3 Commenti a “Second me the peoples are beautifuls. But also not.”

  1. macca ha detto:

    Why?

    Daniele

  2. macca ha detto:

    Ci sentiamo, vero?

    🙂

    Buon Venerdì.

    Daniele

  3. keroppa ha detto:

    A te buon sabato, gentiluomo, e grazie. 🙂

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