Va bene alla fine è solo un video pubblicitario… ma giusto per dire che in questo momento mi basta poco, un pezzo di salame con un po’ di pane, uno zaino e una moto e andare via, fuori dai coglioni per almeno una settimana, lontano da tutto e tutti, anche dalle persone più care, senza sentirle, senza chiamarle.

Solo io.

Mi figlia corre sempre, forse più del mondo, non so cosa voglia raggiungere, semplicemente ora corre.
Corri amore, corri sempre, lasciati il vento alle spalle!

RUN, BABY, RUN
She was born in November 1963The day Aldous Huxley diedAnd her mama believedThat every man could be freeSo her mama got high, high, highAnd her daddy marched on BirminghamSinging mighty protest songsAnd he pictured all the placesThat he knew that she belongedBut he failed and taught her youngThe only thing she’s need to carry onHe taught her how toRun baby run baby run baby runBaby runPast the arms of the familiarAnd their talk of better daysTo the comfort of the strangersSlipping out before they sayso longBaby loves to runShe counts out all her moneyIn the taxi on the way to meet her planeStares hopeful out the windowAt the workers fightingThrough the pouring rainShe’s searching through the stationsFor an unfamiliar songAnd she’s pictures all the placesWhere she knows she still belongsAnd she smiles the secret smileBecause she knows exactly howTo carry onSo run baby run baby run baby runBaby runFrom the old familiar faces andTheir old familiar waysTo the comfort of the strangersSlipping out before they saySo longBaby loves to run

Mi figlia corre sempre, forse più del mondo, non so cosa voglia raggiungere, semplicemente ora corre.

Corri amore, corri sempre, lasciati il vento alle spalle!

RUN, BABY, RUN

She was born in November 1963
The day Aldous Huxley died
And her mama believed
That every man could be free
So her mama got high, high, high
And her daddy marched on Birmingham
Singing mighty protest songs
And he pictured all the places
That he knew that she belonged
But he failed and taught her young
The only thing she’s need to carry on
He taught her how to

Run baby run baby run baby run
Baby run

Past the arms of the familiar
And their talk of better days
To the comfort of the strangers
Slipping out before they say
so long
Baby loves to run

She counts out all her money
In the taxi on the way to meet her plane
Stares hopeful out the window
At the workers fighting
Through the pouring rain
She’s searching through the stations
For an unfamiliar song
And she’s pictures all the places
Where she knows she still belongs
And she smiles the secret smile
Because she knows exactly how
To carry on

So run baby run baby run baby run
Baby run

From the old familiar faces and
Their old familiar ways
To the comfort of the strangers
Slipping out before they say
So long
Baby loves to run