• Sassari, la Torres, svegliarsi all’IsolaRrossa, fare colazione al bar, il tramonto di Marinedda, la festa della birra trinitaiese, il "Che", il Genoa, la partitella di basket, l’alcool, gli amici, le tette enormi, la libertà, la birra, la fotografia, la musica, dipingere, correre, la gnocca, viaggiare, le sbornie, la pornografia, Diego Armando Maradona, i Led Zeppelin, lo stomaco attorcigliato e il cuore che batte per qualcuna (stronza), fottersene, George Best, vivere una crisi, i CCCP, mandare tutti a fare in culo, giocare a subbuteo, leggere, odiare, i p*mpini, il cibo, Dublino, il mare, le amiche del mare, lE d****e, il calcio, le donne, Fabrizio De Andrè, fare un giro con la vespa, l’amore, il venerdì sera, il cecio del giorno dopo, i libri, i Pink Floyd, gli assilli, le occhiaie sul viso, il comunismo, essere di sinistra, le scimmie, gli Afterhours, alcuni films, la lista delle persone che mi stanno sul cazzo, la pasta al forno di nonna, Janis Joplin, le scritte sui muri, il culo di una ragazza che ho visto l’altro giorno per strada, i campari soda, la musica sassarese, ascoltare un vinile, mincionare, la figa, una bella scopata, gli spaghetti n°5 Barilla aglio olio e peperoncino, le cazzate dette al bancone dei bar, il panino gorgonzola e mortadella a metà mattina, la colazione dei campioni, raccontare storie, i panini di Renato, la sculacciata a pecorina, il poker, festeggiare almeno un mondiale, impennare, andare in libreria, i tatuaggi, pisciare in mezzo alla natura, i vecchi oggetti, stare da solo, i polizieschi italiani anni '70, cucinare per gli amici, farsi un giro in bicicletta, la liquirizia, il signor G. Mina, giocare a carte, Andy Capp, i calamari fritti, la mattonella di melanzane della L, Capitan Harlock, Enrico Berlinguer, qualche serie tv, essere un Impiccababbu, l'nduja. il Duca Bianco, Charles Baudelaire, coltivare qualcosa, Snoopy, bestemmiare, i Joy Division, il gin tonic, Heminguay, il Picoolo Bar, i films con gli squali, Tina Modotti, i pistacchi, le botte al Fight Club, Charles Bukowski, la poesia, la pennicchella ………. To be continued

lunedì 10 dicembre 2018

Clint Eastwood (Tribute to Banksy)

I ain’t happy, I’m feeling glad. I got sunshine, in a bag. useless, but not for long. The future is coming home. I ain’t happy, I’m feeling glad. I got sunshine, in a bag. useless, but not for long. The future is coming home. It’s coming home. It’s coming home. It’s coming home. Yeah, Ha-ha. Finally someone let me out of my cage. Now time for me is nothing cos I’m couting no age. No I couldn’t be there. No you shouldn’t be scared. I’m good at repairs and I’m under each snare intangible. Bet you didn’t think so I command to you panoramic view. Look ill’ make it all manageable pick and choose, sit and lose. All you different crews chicks and dudes. Who you think is really kichin’ tunes? Picture you getting’ down in a picture tube like you lit the fuse. You think it’s fictional mystical? Maybe spiritual hearable What appears in you is a clearer view cos you’re too crazy lifeless to know the definition for what life is priceless . For you because I put you in the hype shit you like it? Gunsmokin’ righteous with one token psychic among those posses you with one go. I ain’t happy, I’m feeling glad. I got sunshine, in a bag. useless, but not for long. The future is coming home. I ain’t happy, I’m feeling glad. I got sunshine, in a bag. useless, but not for long. The future is coming home. It’s coming home. It’s coming home. It’s coming home. The essence the basics without it you make it allow me to make this child, like in nature rhythm. You have it or you don’t that’s a fallacy. I’m in them every sprouting tree every child apiece, every could you see, you see with your eyes, I see destruction and demise. Corruption in disguise for this fuckin’ enterprise. Now I’m sucking to your lies trough Russ , trough not his muscles but the percussion he provides, whit me as a guide, but y’all can see me now cos you don’t see with your eye you perceive with your mind. That’s the inner so I’m gonna stick around with Russ and be a mentor with a few rhymes so mother fuckers. Remember when the thought is I brought all this. So you can survive when law is lawless  feelings, sensation that you thought were dead. No squealing , remember (that it0s all in your head). I ain’t happy, I’m feeling glad. I got sunshine, in a bag. useless, but not for long. The future is coming home. I ain’t happy, I’m feeling glad. I got sunshine, in a bag. useless, but not for long. My future is coming home. It’s coming home. It’s coming home. It’s coming home. It’s coming home. My future is coming home. It’s coming home. It’s coming home. It’s coming home. It’s coming home. My future is coming home. It’s coming home. It’s coming home. It’s coming home. It’s coming home. My future is coming home. It’s coming home. It’s coming home. My future is coming home. It’s coming home. It’s coming home. My future is coming home. It’s coming home. It’s coming home. My future
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