Take me to you,
imprison me,
for I except you enthral me,
never shall be free,
no ever chaste
except you ravish me..
J.Donne
IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream - and not make
dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all
your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'
If you can talk with crowds and
keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!
R.Kypling
Che cosa c'è
Cosa ti manca
Che cosa pensi ...
Io non so difendermi
...
Dimmelo te
Quello che conta
Cosa succede intorno a me
Che cosa "importa"
Io non riesco neanche più
A capire che cos'ho
Dimmelo te
"Come stai"
Tu non prendi con te
Ripensamenti mai ...
Dimmelo te
Come fai
Ci sei solo te
Che non sbagli mai
E allora dimmelo te
Io sono ancora qui
E se non viene un angelo
E se non nasce un rock'n'roll
Prendi un fiore di campo, un tramonto, un sasso di fiume, un sentimento, una sensazione, sono pure, libere da ogni preconcetto.