bumbumcha.

empty, blank and steamed

I am the lightning, i am the heat
I am the rain, rain oh, rain oh, rain all day
I am the rain
I'm gonna reign this way again
I am the rain

I am the spy
Before the blade
I am the raindrop out at sea I cause
The ripples that becoming crashing waves
I am the rain, rain oh, rain oh, rain all day
I am the rain

You thought a different day had come
A day you thought the earth was done
And if you could have said it all
I know you would have said it all
You thought a different day had come
A day you thought the earth was done
And if you could have said it all
I know you would have said it all

I am the rain
I'm gonna reign this way again (this reign way again)
I am the rain, rain oh, rain oh, rain all day

You thought a different day had come
A day you thought the earth was done
I am the rain
And if you could have said it all
I know you would have said it all
I am the rain




I'm becoming less defined, as days go by
Fading away, well you might say I'm losing focus
Kind of drifting into the abstract in terms of how I see myself
Sometimes, I think I can see right through myself
Sometimes, I think I can see right through myself
Sometimes, I can see right through myself

Less concerned, about fitting into the world
Your world that is, cause it doesn't really matter anymore
No, it doesn't really matter anymore
None of this really matters anymore

Yes, I am alone, but then again I always was
As far back as I can tell, I think maybe it's because
Because you were never really real to begin with
I just made you up to hurt myself

And it worked
Yes it did!

There is no you, there is only me
There is no you, there is only me
There is no fucking you, there is only me
There is no fucking you, there is only me

Well, the tiniest little dot caught my eye
And it turned out to be a scab
And I had this funny feeling
Like I just knew it's something bad

I just couldn't leave it alone
I kept picking at that scab
It was a doorway trying to seal itself shut
But I climbed through

Now I'm somewhere I am not supposed to be
And I can see things I know I really shouldn't see
And now I know why now, now I know why
Things aren't as pretty on the inside

happiness

non l'amore
non i soldi
non la fede
non la fame
non la giustizia.
datemi la verità.

inTESIta

ehhhhhh pur'io.
questa storia di scrivere la tesi mi piace un sacco comunque. dovrei però prendere i ritmi del giorno credo, tipo svegliarmi all'alba, fare il giro del paese e poi mettermi a scrivere. oppure svegliarmi alle 3 del pomeriggio e iniziare a bere e vedere cosa vien fuori... =) non ho ancora ben deciso che tipo di tesista sono, quello che è assolutamente certo è che non ho niente della scrittrice. nessuna sana regolarità o sregolata genialità. solo mi piace starmene qui seduta con il giorno fuori che passa e io a battere le dita per comporre frasi accademiche. fico. lo farei sempre.
c'è gente che impiega anni per buttare giù un soggetto chiamato tesi, io ho ancora due settimane e sono al primo capitolo. non so, forse davvero avrei dovuto pensarci prima. o forse, io sono sempre quella che lavora bene sotto tensione, quella che ha passato botanica preparandola in 3 giorni, e gli ultimi 3 esami fra treni, concerti, trasferte e eccessi vari.
no, una tesi mai finita sulle dieci emozioni più laceranti non fa di te uno scrittore.
però ti invita a far girare il cervello più veloce.