Giorno: 1 novembre 2025

Io dal Mare – Claudio Baglioni

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Saranno stati scogli di carbone dolceDentro il ferro liquefattoDi una luna che squagliò un suo quartoCome un brivido mulattoO un bianco volar via di cuori pescatoriAcqua secca di un bel cielo astratto
 
Chissà se c’erano satelliti o cometeIn un’alba senza rugheLarghe nuvole di muffa e olioAppaiate come acciugheO una vertigine di spiccioli di pesciNella luce nera di lattughe
 
E ioDal mare venni e amare mi stremòPerché infiammare il mare non si può
 
Aveva forse nervi e fruste di uraganiScure anime profondeTra le vertebre di vetro e schiumaUrla di leoni le ondeO tende di merletto chiuse su farineCorpi caldi di sirene bionde
 
Forse era morto senza vento nei polmoniGraffio di cemento brunoBarche stelle insonni a ramazzareNelle stanze di NettunoO turbini di sabbia tra le dune calveSulle orme perse da qualcuno
 
E ioDal mare ho il sangue e amaro rimarròPerché calmare il mare non si può
I miei si amarono laggiù
 
In un agosto e un altro sole si annegòLingue di fuoco e uve fragoleQuando il giorno cammina ancoraSulle tegole del cieloE sembra non sedersi mai
 
E innanzi al mare ad ansimare stoPerché domare il mare non si puòE come pietra annerirò
 
A consumareA catramareA tracimareA fiumareA schiumareA chiamareQuel mare che fu madre e che non so

Not Allowed – Tv Girl

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Now you suckWe wanna talk about sex but we’re not allowedWell, we may not like it but you better learn how‘Cause it’s your turn nowBoy, you’re wasting your tongue with lame excuses and liesNow, what’s on your nasty old mind?
So how should I begin this?I guess it started when you were with himAnd how he never even took you out to danceBut did he fuck with any rhythm?But now he’s playing with your headBut did he ever make you cum?Did he ever make you cry?Do the wires in your mind get sewn togetherRubbed and severed by the heatAnd you don’t know how long I could stare into your pictureAnd wish that it was meI guess it’s different ‘cause you love himBut I’ve got an interactiveSick and twisted imaginationAnd that’s gotta count for something
We wanna talk about sex but we’re not allowedWell, you may not like it but you’d better learn how‘Cause it’s your turn nowYou’re wasting your tongue with lame excuses and liesGet your face between my thighs
I dreamt I was standing in your doorstepLicking sweat off of your foreheadWith your finger in my mouthAnd the sound when leather jackets hit the groundYou should hear when you’re not aroundWhen it’s just us horny poetsWho can’t wait to write it downSwear we were only being honestDo you like these little sonnets?‘Cause I wrote them just for youHow quickly they turn sourSo be careful who you screwAnd never callAnd I’m starting to suspectYou don’t intend to do anything you say at all
We wanna talk about sex but we’re not allowedWell, you may not like it but you’d better learn how‘Cause it’s your turn nowYou’re wasting your tongue with lame excuses and liesNow, what’s on your nasty old mind?
All by yourself, sittin’ aloneI hope we’re still friends, yeah, I hope you don’t mindAll by yourself, sittin’ aloneI hope we’re still friends, yeah, I hope you don’t mindAll by yourself, sittin’ aloneI hope we’re still friends, yeah, I hope you don’t mindAll by yourself, sittin’ aloneI hope we’re still friends, yeah, I hope you don’t mindAll by yourself, sittin’ aloneI hope we’re still friends, yeah, I hope you don’t mindAll by yourself, sittin’ aloneI hope we’re still friends, yeah, I hope you don’t mindAll by yourself, sittin’ aloneI hope we’re still friends, yeah, I hope you don’t mindAll by yourself, sittin’ aloneI hope we’re still friends, yeah, I hope you don’t mind