When I'm 54

I've come to wish you an unhappy birthday
I've come to wish you an unhappy birthday
'Cause you're evil
And you lie
And if you should die
I may feel slightly sad
(But I won't cry)
Loved and lost
And some may say
When usually it's Nothing
Surely you're happy
It should be this waY?
I say "No, I'm gonna kill my dog"
And : "May the lines sag, may the lines sag heavy and deep tonight"
I've come to wish you an unhappy birthday
I've come to wish you an unhappy birthday
'Cause you're evil
And you lie
And if you should die
I may feel slightly sad
(But I won't cry)
Loved and lost
And some may say
When usually it's Nothing
Surely you're happy
It should be this way?
I said "No"
And then I shot myself
So, drink, drink, drink
And be ill tonight
From the one you left behind
From the one you left behind
From the one you left behind
From the one you left behind
Behind
Behind
Behind
Behind
Behind
Behind
Oh, unhappy birthday
Behind
Behind
Behind

In bilico tra i 99 e i 15 anni

Luisa, mitica bisnonna di 99 anni, e Matteo, fantastico adorabile figlio di 15. E io a guardarli, con amore, pensando a chi dei due sono più vicino, con la testa e il corpo. Devo farmene una ragione: io sono esattamente a metà strada fra loro, solo che, certi giorni, certi momenti, mi avvicino di più all'uno o all'altra. Sono in bilico, ed è così difficile mantenere questo equilibrio. E' la proverbiale "mezza età".