Fab, Hurt, Rain

Fab oggi è molto romantico.

Mi scrive cose bellissime e mi dice che sono bellissima.
Ascolta una bellissima canzone, che rende bellissima la pioggia.

Ritorniamo a casa in taxi, un iPod in due e pioggia sui finestrini. Lui in ascensore canta a squarciagola, stonato e romantico, con il ciuffo bagnato, come quello di De Andrè.

Ed io naufrago sul mio divano blu, in pigiama blu, canticchiando intonata. :)

Hurt, Johnny Cash

I hurt myself today
to see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
the only thing that's real
the needle tears a hole
the old familiar sting
try to kill it all away
but I remember everything
what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
and you could have it all
my empire of dirt

I will let you down
I will make you hurt

I wear this crown of thorns
upon my liar's chair
full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
beneath the stains of time
the feelings disappear
you are someone else
I am still right here

what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
and you could have it all
my empire of dirt

I will let you down
I will make you hurt

if I could start again
a million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way