BREATHING UNDERWATER

ultimo giro di bevute. il bar sta chiudendo, il sole se ne va. dove andiamo per colazione? non troppo lontano. sono stanco amore. sono stanco.

lunedì, settembre 11, 2006


partorito dall'insana mente di Joe Rokocoko @ 17:37  

3 Comments:

  • At 11 settembre, 2006 20:52, Anonymous Anonimo said…

    solo un pensiero...non ci sono bisogno altre parole...

     

  • At 11 settembre, 2006 21:46, Anonymous Anonimo said…

    Mi piace rileggerla ogni anno e ogni anno mi commuovo...

    Uville & The Evil Binch

    Each U down in Uville liked U.S. a lot,
    But the Binch, who lived Far East of Uville, did not.
    The Binch hated U.S. and the whole U.S. way!
    Now don't ask me why, for nobody can say.
    It could be his turban was screwed on too tight,
    Or the sun from the desert had beaten too bright.
    But I think that the most likely reason of all,
    Was just that his heart was two sizes too small.

    But, whatever the reason, his heart or his turban,
    He stood facing Uville, the part that was urban.
    "They're doing their business," he snarled from his perch.
    "They're raising their families! They're going to church!
    They're leading the world, their country is thriving,
    I MUST keep the U's and S's from surviving!"

    Tomorrow, he knew, all the U's and the S's,
    Would put on their pants and their shirts and their dresses.
    They'd go to their offices, playgrounds and schools,
    And abide by their U & S values and rules.

    And then they'd do something he liked least of all ...
    Each U down in U-ville, the tall and the small,
    Would stand all united, each U and each S,
    And they'd sing Uville's anthem, "God Bless Us! God Bless!"
    All around the Twin Towers of Uville they'd stand,
    and their voices would drown every sound in the land.

    "I MUST stop that singing," Binch said with a smirk,
    And he had an idea - an idea that might work!
    The Binch stole U airplanes in U's morning hours,
    And crashed them right into the Uville Twin Towers.
    "They'll wake to disaster!" he snickered, so sour,
    "And how can they sing when they can't find their tower?"

    The Binch cocked his ear as they woke from their sleeping,
    All set to enjoy the U's wailing and weeping.
    Instead he heard something that started quite low,
    And it built up quite slowly but started to grow -
    And the Binch heard the most unpredictable thing ...
    And he couldn't believe it - they started to sing!!

    He stared down at U-ville, not trusting his eyes,
    What he saw was a shocking, disgusting surprise!
    Each U down in U-ville, the tall and the small,
    Was singing!! Without any towers at all!!
    He HADN'T stopped U-Ville from singing! It sung!
    For down deep in the hearts of the old and the young,
    Those Twin Towers were standing, called Hope and called Pride,
    And you can't smash the towers we hold deep inside.

    So we circle the sites where our heroes did fall,
    With a hand in each hand of the tall and the small,
    And we mourn for our losses while knowing we'll cope,
    For we still have inside that U-Pride and U-Hope.

    For America means a lot more than tall towers,
    It means more than wealth or political powers.
    It means more than our enemies ever could guess,
    So may God Bless America! Bless Us! God Bless!

     

  • At 14 settembre, 2006 13:21, Anonymous Anonimo said…

    SAPEVO CHE AVRESTI MESSO QUESTO POSTO...LA MIA BANDIERA DOPO 5 ANNI SVENTOLA ANCORA FUORI
    WE WILL NEVER FORGET

     

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