Indian Villege Woomen Boobs

When we say that a song seems to have been written about you . Because the only difference between my life and the words that follow, is that I have studied and abandoned the guitar, not the plan.

And one day you wake up startled and suddenly you realize
that are no longer the fantastic day kindergarten
games, friends, and if you look around
can not see the usual things, but a vague and indistinct profile ...

And one day you walk down the street and suddenly
understand that you are not the same as the morning went to school,
that the world awaits you out there and you almost
realizing that you surrender to beat to beat is the age flies away ...

And your father will look older and every day becomes more distant, more
does not tell fairy tales and no longer takes your hand,
not seem to understand your dreams always argument between reality and hope
suspended between lust and alternate to go and stay ...
to go and stay ...

And one day think back to the house and is no longer the same
where slow time wasted when you were a child,
each item was a symbol and a
promise of incredible things and milky coffee in the kitchen ...

And the room with posters on the wall and scratched discs
lost in the midst of your books and gifts that not even remember,
seems the story of how many times we had
studied the plan and left years ago on two agreements ...

your father every time you feel bored and becomes distracted,
not invent more games and are losing touch with you ...
your mother about your dreams away and this has to do and say,
but he may not be able to manage to know that dreams ...
dreams that manage ...

Then one day in a book or a bar will be completely clear,
will understand that other people have made the same questions,
that there is only mild to expect, but a lot of bitterness and
is not without a heavy price to be great ...

Your records, your poster will be forever forgotten,
let your smile fade away as objects of mild
happy child, distant and dusty
find new roads, and anything else you'll have new friends ...

hear that your father is the same, you'll see a bit 'crazy, a little' essay
spend more equally in fear and courage,
fear and the courage to live as a burden that every person has brought fear and
the courage to say: "I have always tried
I have always tried ..."

Francesco Guccini.