Gli anni della mia pubertà

Il dio che due decenni prima s’era atomizzato sulla Gioventù Bellissima e scopereccia che a S.Tropez sventolava la bandiera nera dei pirati, a Parigi quella rossa di Mao Tse Tung e a Rimini quella gialla di Pettenati, proprio nei primi anni della mia pubertà aveva deciso di incidere sulle Tavole un nuovo comandamento ad uso e consumo dell’universo femminile: DIMENTICATEVI LA FICA.

Leonardo Colombati – Rio

Neil Young – Thrasher

They had the best selection,
They were poisoned with protection
There was nothing that they needed,
Nothing left to find
They were lost in rock formations
Or became park bench mutations
On the sidewalks
and in the stations
They were waiting, waiting.
So I got bored and left them there,
They were just deadweight to me
Better down the road without that load