Diario di una Snob - fashion, lifestyle, travel blogger from Tuscany, Italy: Rientrare.

Rientrare.

Rientrare; e vedere - senza ricordarsene - i profili nuovi dei propri aborti - vita, relazioni, pareti - mason jars colme di formaldeide.

Ascoltare cose vecchie, di quando più gente era viva.



Keep your head down, keep your head down,
while they're firing low.
You're too young child to know the difference.

Oh my pretty - oh my sweet girl,
it's a marvelous place.
They put weights down, in your coat tails, to burn you out.

Lest you fly, lest you take off and show whomever what's what.
It's one outrageous lie after another.

Turn their lights out, change the channel, before we lose the heart,
to fight against belief in what they're saying.

There's a hotel with a dark room at the end of a corridor.
I will meet you to the strains of Allah.

We will lie back on a pillow of the whitest snow.
And the silence we were promised will engulf us.

Lay your head down, keep your head down,
While they're firing low.
{You're too young child.}
{You're too young child.}

We will wake up from the dreams that bury us.
We will tunnel our way out by moonlight.

From the dark room to the white streets and the snow banks.
We'll invest in one another's future.

Oh my pretty - oh my sweet girl,
it's a marvelous place.
She designed it with escape routes for you and me.

So to the library with your new card grab your favorite books.
Look for blueprints to the strains of Allah.
{Here we go.}

Benevolence is in back of everyplace you look.
It's not a monstrous face she is hiding.

If I see her.
I will tell you.
You'll come quickly.
If you see her - don't hesitate, just go.

But til then -

Keep your head down, keep your head down,
While they're firing low.

{You're too young child.}

{You're too young child.}

You're too young, child.


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