Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV And you think you\'re so clever and classless and free But you\'re still fucking peasants as far as I can see A smoking class hero is something to be

When the red sun sets on the railroad town, And the bars begin to laugh with a happy sound, I\'ll still be here right by your side, There\'ll not be anyone in my heart but you. (neil Young) p.s. la foto è come uscita dalla macchina, nessuna post.

Anche questa c\'era già in galleria, ma sono riuscita ad editarla meglio, almeno spero :)

tempo vino e castagne

She wore blue velvet Bluer than velvet was the night Softer than satin was the light From the stars.. She wore blue velvet Bluer than velvet were her eyes Warmer than may her tender sighs Love was ours.. Ours a love I held tightly Feeling the rapture grow Like a flame burning brightly But when she left, gone was the glow of.. She wore blue velvet But in my heart there\'ll always be Precious and warm a memory, through the years And I still can see blue velvet through my tears.

Lee bigstopper + gnd 0,6 softgrad

Maligne, sul mio capo pendono ancelle del Tempo, le Ore. Ridono con ticchettio costante ad ogni battito del cuore. Io invano spero. Dal baule delle scemenze scritte tempo fa, ho ritrovato per caso queste righe, che -leggero patetismo a parte- mi sembrano azzeccate per descrivere questo scatto... quindi ve le propino in didascalia... ma potete benissimo ignorarle!

"When the sky is heavily overcast, the sun has not disappeared. It is still there, the other side of the clouds. "