Cosa ho pensato, fatto, visto, sentito, messaggi nella bottiglia, notizie, curiosità, cose inutili e necessarie, il mio piccolo mondo antico, dal 2005 al 2022. E soprattutto tanta musica, come colonna sonora ma anche come espressione di ciò che non sapevo, non volevo e soprattutto non potevo scrivere.
Dal 2023 mi trovate su Facebook (sono un boomer!) come FRANCESCO ZAIO.
Del concerto di questo Primo Maggio 2021 molto più dell'uscita di Fedez su Lega e gay mi ha colpito e mi resterà nel cuore il contributo dei Zen Circus: canzone, location, e poi l'introduzione di Emily Dickinson, mi ha steso. Ma io sono "un accendino senza sigarette".
No, quest'estate niente foto idilliache da Stintino come questa dell'anno scorso: quest'estate si resta in Continente, per grossi problemi di salute in famiglia. Questo saltare le mie tradizionali vacanze nella amata Sardegna, attesissima occasione annuale di ricarica-batterie (particolarmente scariche quest'anno), è la ciliegina sulla torta, il degno completamento di un anno difficilissimo che non vedo l'ora di lasciarmi alle spalle.
Buona estate 2020 a voi: la mia è forse la peggiore di sempre.
Love and hate was in the air, like pollen from a flower Somewhere in April time, they add another hour I guess I better think up a way to spend my time Just when I'm ready to sit inside, it's summertime Should I go swimming or get a friend to hang around It's back to summer, it's back to basics, hang around Getting drunk out on the beach, or playing in a band And getting out of school meant getting out of hand Was this your celebrated summer? Was that your celebrated summer? Then the sun disintegrates between a wall of clouds I summer where I winter at, and no one is allowed there Do you remember when the first snowfall fell? When summer barely had a snowball's chance in hell?
Da ieri si rientra nel mondotempo di Dark. Visti solo i primi due episodi per ora, lasciandomi confuso e stranito, ancora più confuso e stranito di quanto il Covid e la ripartenza mi abbiano reso.
Vediamo se andando avanti la confusione si dissolve. Sia in Dark, sia nella vita.
Nei commenti a questo video su YouTube troverete anche il mio "This is the song that I want to be played at my funeral". Lo dissi anche a Steve Wynn, l'autore, che sorrise lusingato e imbarazzato allo stesso tempo.
Tonight we define the sentence of time Gracefully part from the rest You wear the things you wore in your dreams The way they'll remember you best No regrets, no remorse No need to put up a fight It's the last thing we'll do So make sure that we're doing it right Last exit please, the greatest of ease Seal it with a kiss Cause tonight, tonight we'll follow the light To someplace better than this Look at the way the others have gone Dying and crawling alone You swore you'd never end up like them Finding that you might be wrong No regrets, no remorse No need to put up a fight It's the last thing we'll do So make sure that we're doing it right Last exit please, the greatest of ease Seal it with a kiss Cause tonight, tonight we'll follow the light To someplace better than this
Please give me a second grace Please give me a second face I've fallen far down The first time around Now I just sit on the ground in your way Now if it's time to recompense for what's done Come, come sit down on the fence in the sun And the clouds will roll by And we'll never deny It's really too hard for to fly. Please tell me your second name Please play me your second game I've fallen so far For the people you are I just need your star for a day. So come, come ride in my my street-car by the bay For now I must know how fine you are in your way And the sea sure as I But she won't need to cry For it's really too hard for to fly.
I been hungry way down in my heart Waiting for a reason I been hungry like a lot of guys I want to be beside you Lonely people pass me in the street Waiting for a reason Beside you Grey is turning to blue You wake up love in me Beside you Everything is new You wake up love in me I been hungry way down where it hurts Waiting for a reason I been hungry like a lot of guys