il gioco dei se fosse

Quando avevo tredici anni (ma anche undici, dodici e quattordici appena compiuti) io e la mia migliore-amica-delle-medie Claudia, che adesso fa la strafiga alternative chic in quel di Bologna (anche se nella sua cricca di gente gggiusta la chiamano Bolo, mica Bologna), si insomma, con la Claus si giocava sempre al gioco dei se fosse.

Quindi oggi ho realizzato che, se fossi una canzone io sarei:

Accept yourself (The smiths)

Every day you must say
So, how do I feel about my life ?
Anything is hard to find
When you will not open your eyes
When will you accept yourself ?
I am sick and I am dull
And I am plain
How dearly I’d love to get carried away
Oh, but dreams have a knack of just not coming true
And time is against me now…oh
Oh, who and what to blame ?
Oh, anything is hard to find
When you will not open your eyes
When will you accept yourself, for heaven’s sake ?
Anything is hard to find
When you will not open your eyes
Every day you must say
Oh, how do I feel about the past ?
Others conquered love - but I ran
I sat in my room and I drew up a plan
Oh, but plans can fall through (as so often they do)
And time is against me now…

And there’s no-one left to blame
Oh, tell me when will you …
When will you accept your life ?
(The one that you hate)
For anything is hard to find
When you will not open your eyes
Every day you must say
Oh, how do I feel about my shoes ?
They make me awkward and plain
How dearly I would love to kick with the fray …
But I once had a dream (and it never came true)
And time is against me now…
Time is against me now…
And there’s no one but yourself to blame
Oh, anything is hard to find
When you will not open your eyes
Anything is hard to find; for heaven’s sake !
Anything is hard to find
When you will not open your eyes
When will you accept yourself ?
When ?
When ?
When ?
When ?

adesso sarà meglio attivarsi che il due marzo è la giornata perfetta per pulire il bagno e disegnare.