I wish I was a neutron bomb, for once I could go off
I wish I was a sacrifice but somehow still lived on
I wish I was a sentimental ornament you hung on
The Christmas tree, I wish I was the star that went on top
I wish I was the evidence, I wish I was the grounds
For 50 million hands upraised and open toward the sky
I wish I was a sailor with someone who waited for me
I wish I was as fortunate, as fortunate as me
I wish I was a messenger and all the news was good
I wish I was the full moon shining off a Camaro’s hood
I wish I was an alien at home behind the sun
I wish I was the souvenir you kept your house key on
I wish I was the pedal brake that you depended on
I wish I was the verb ‘to trust’ and never let you down
I wish I was a radio song, the one that you turned up
I wish…I wish…I wish…I wish…
I guess it never stops
Parla da sola..un genio Eddie Vedder, specie quando dice “Vorrei essere il verbo “credere” e non deluderti mai”.. che bella cosa..senza parole…riaggiornerò quest’articolo rimandandolo a un quando senza tempo..Però se qualcuno, per caso ovvio, capitasse di qui, lo potrebbe davvero scrivere il suo desiderio. Sarebbe un piacere..
