B L I N D... Grazie prof.
E una canzone... la nostra colonna sonora.
There's a chair in my head
on which I used to sit,
took a pencil and I wrote
the following on it...
Now there's a key
where my wonderful mouth used to be...
Dig it up, throw it at me
Dig it up, throw it at me
Where can I run to?
Where can I hide?
Who will I turn to?
Now I'm in a virgin state of mind...
Got a knife to disengage
the voids that I can't bear,
to cut out words I've got written on my chair...
Like... do you think I'm sexy?
Do you think I really care?
Can I burn the mazes I grow?
Can I... I don't think so...
Can I burn the mazes I grow?
Can I... I don't think so...
Where can I run to?
Where can I hide?
Who will I turn to?
Now I'm in a virgin state of mind...
Virgin state of mind...
Virgin state of mind...
Virgin state of mind...
la voglia di raccontare è inevitabilmente bisogno di raccontarsi....
la tua locandina è l'esatta fotografia di tutto quanto, in me, ha partorito questo lavoro...
grazie a te stefania per aver saputo vedere blind ancor prima del primo ciak.....
con affetto e stima
il buon caro...vecchio... prof. ciro fabbricino