Slow Pony Home.

In case you’ve ever wondered
where the name of the blog comes from:

 

It’s the second September I have known you
Four years or so ago, I rode a pony, called him “Truth”
We didn`t know the way so it took us till today to get here

And all that time, I felt just fine
I held so many people in my suitcase heart
That I had to let the whole thing go
It was taken by the wind and snow
And I still didn’t know that I was waiting
For a girl on a slow pony home

I can remember when I first saw you
You said in my photograph I looked more far away
I laughed and smiled and didn’t say “I am a bit afraid to be here.”

Setting free the anchor and looking past the shore
It’s a sea of horses on ships with no sails, no motors, no oars

Now we’re cleaning the windows between us two
Funny, you do it once, and then again, and pretty soon
the fingerprints and dust…
But I’ve begun to trust the view here.

– The Weepies

E diventare sempre più piccola.

This isn’t actually meant to be a blog about songs or posting videos. It’s just that sometimes, instead of falling in love with a poem, a book or a mere quote, it’s una canzone, its lyrics and the beautiful story of a floating leaf that enchant me.

Farti innamorare di me
Perdere la forza di gravità
Complicato e semplice
Rinunciare alla felicità
Io so soltanto che capita
Senza contare che non mi so difendere
Ed è già tanto se capita

Perdere la testa per te
La verità non è la verità
Cambiano le regole
Dammi un bacio fai la carità
Io so soltanto che capita
Senza contare che non mi so difendere
Ed è già tanto se capita

Finire con la testa all’ingiù
Leggere le carte a una zingara
Pensare a ciò che non c’è più
E diventare sempre più piccola

                                           – MISSINCAT feat. Dente