Mi sono preso una settimana di ferie.
Via in sardegna verde a gironzolare in moto su strade ritorte con vista sul mare. Peccato per il tempo che avrebbe potuto esser più clemente e meno ventoso.
Per farmi perdonare vi regalo questo pezzettino di memoria. Una piccola canzone d’amore.

Cake – Italian Leather Sofa

She doesn’t care whether or not he’s an island
She doesn’t care just as long as his ship’s coming in
She doesn’t care whether or not he’s an island
They laugh they make money
He’s got a gold watch
She’s got a silk dress and healthy breasts
that bounce on his Italian leather sofa.
She doesn’t care whether or not he’s a good man
She doesn’t care just as long as she still has her friends
She doesn’t care whether or not he’s an island
they laugh, they make money
He’s got a gold watch
She’s got a silk dress and healthy breasts
That bounce on his Italian leather sofa
She’s got a serrated edge
that she moves back and forth
It’s such a simple machine she doesn’t have to use force
When she gets what she wants,
she puts the rest on a tray in a ziplock bag

…in the freezer
She doesn’t care whether or not he’s an island
She doesn’t care just as long as his ship’s coming in
She doesn’t care whether or not he’s an island
They laugh, they make money
He’s got a gold watch
She’s got a silk dress and healthy breasts
that bounce on his Italian leather sofa