Le tue labbra,

Le loro forme sono impresse sulle mie,

Come foreste vergini inesplorate,

Non hanno mai toccato altre labbra.

Sono rimaste vestite del sapore delle tue,

Sono rimaste orfane del tuo ardore,

Del succoso nettare dei tuoi frutti,

Delle tue sensuali parole,

Ferme e immobili sulle tue labbra,

Piene di gioia e dolore,

Dense di battiti e di Vita

E di morsi che davi al fiore del mio Amore.

Giuseppe La Mura giu 2020
testo: copyright legge 22 Aprile 1941 n°633
photo: Web

Living in a ghost town – Rolling Stones

 

“Living in a ghost town”

Whoa, oh, whoa, oh
I’m a ghost
Living in a ghost town
I’m a ghost
Living in a ghost town
You can look for me
But I can’t be found
You can search for me
I had to go underground
Life was so beautiful
Then we all got locked down
Feel a like ghost
Living in a ghost town, yeah
Once this place was humming
And the air was full of drumming
The sound of cymbals crashing
Glasses were all smashing
Trumpets were all screaming
Saxophones were blaring
Nobody was caring if it’s day or night
Whoa, oh, whoa, oh
I’m a ghost
Living in a ghost town
I’m going nowhere
Shut up all alone
So much time to lose
Just staring at my phone
Every night I am dreaming
That you’ll come and creep in my bed
Please let this be over
Not stuck in a world without end
Whoa, oh, whoa, oh
Whoa, oh, whoa, oh, oh
Preachers were all preaching
Charities beseeching
Politicians dealing
Thieves were happy stealing
Widows were all weeping
There’s no beds for us to sleep in
Always had the feeling
It will all come tumbling down
I’m a ghost
Living in a ghost town
You can look for me
But I can’t be found
Whoa, oh
We’re all living in a ghost town
Whoa, oh
Oh, living in a ghost town
Whoa, oh
We were so beautiful
Whoa, oh
I was your man about town
Whoa, oh
Living in this ghost town
Whoa, oh
Ain’t having any fun
Whoa, oh
If I want a party
Whoa, oh
It’s a party of one
Whoa, oh, whoa, oh