Non mi viene

E' un po' di giorni che mi gira in testa, come una poesia imparata a memoria, come la melodia di una canzone. Ma non posso averla ascoltata, perché il mio stereo continua ad essere rotto. E' uno stato d'animo che conosco molto bene e non avrei saputo trovare parole migliori per descriverlo.

If I make a lot of tinsel then people will want to

If I am hardened no fear of further abandonment

If I am famous then maybe I'll fell good in this skin

If I am cultured my words will somehow garner respect

I would throw a party still it woul not come

I would bike run swim and still it woul not come

I'd go travelling and still it woul not come

I would starve myself and still it would not come

If I'm masculine I will be taken more seriously

If I take a break it would make me irresponsible

If I'm elusive I will surely sought after often

If I need assistance then I must be incapable

I'd be filthy rich and still it would not come

I would seduce them and still it would not come

I would drink vodka and still it would not come

I'd have an orgasm still it would not come

If i accumulate knowledge I'll be inpenetrable

If I'm aloof no one will know when they strike a nerve

If I keep my mouth shut the boat will not have to be rocked

If I'm vulnerable I will be trampled upon

I would go shopping and still it would not come

I'd leave the country and still it would not come

I would scream and rebel still It would not come

I would stuff my face and still it would not come

I'd be productive and still it woul not come

I'd be celebrated still it would not come

I'd be the hero and still it would not come

I'd renunciate and still it woul not come

Alanis Morissette