Qualcosa di prezioso

Precious and fragile things
Need special handling
My God, what have we done to you?
We always tried to share
The tenderest of care
Now look what we have put you through

Things get damaged
Things get broken
I thought we’d manage
But words left unspoken
Left us so brittle
There was so little left to give

Angels with silver wings
Shouldn’t know suffering
I wish I could take the pain for you
If God has a master plan
That only He understands
I hope it’s your eyes He’s seeing through

Things get damaged
Things get broken
I thought we’d manage
But words left unspoken
Left us so brittle
There was so little left to give

I pray you learn to trust
Have faith in both of us
And keep room in your hearts for two

Things get damaged
Things get broken
I thought we’d manage
But words left unspoken
Left us so brittle
There was so little left to give

Nothing changes on New Year’s Day

Odio l’idea che il primo post dell’anno riguardi Trenitalia, ma ritengo giusto denunciare l’ennesima presa in giro di questa “azienda”, se così si può chiamare.

Premessa: il mio pellegrinaggio quotidiano in quel di Milano avviene con il regionale delle 7.08 al mattino (2513), e con l’Intercity delle 19.05 per il ritorno, però solo fino a Voghera, dove trasbordo sul regionale delle 19.57 per tornare ad Alessandria. Altri treni che mi tornano utili sono il regionale delle 18.35 da Milano Centrale (2671), comodo quando riesco ad uscire con un po’ di anticipo, ed altri regionali che partono/arrivano da/a Milano Porta Genova, e che percorrono quindi la tratta via Mortara, fondamentali qualora perdessi uno dei precedenti.

Date le circostanze, a dicembre mi ero dotato di abbonamento mensile standard Alessandria – Milano via Voghera (€ 74,80), di Autorizzazione due vie per poter prendere i treni via Mortara (gratuita, dato che la via Voghera è più cara di quella Mortara) e, infine, di Carta d’ammissione Intercity mensile unidirezionale Milano – Voghera (€ 17,50). Con poco più di una novantina di euro – prezzo tutto sommato accettabile – riuscivo quindi a soddisfare tutte le mie necessità di movimento.

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Doing the unstuck

It’s a perfect day for letting go
For setting fire to bridges, boats
And other dreary worlds you know
Let’s get happy!
It’s a perfect day for making out
To wake up with a smile
Without a doubt
To burst grin giggle bliss
Skip jump sing and shout
Let’s get happy!

“But it’s much too late” you say
“For doing this now
We should have done it then”
Well it just goes to show
How wrong you can be
And how you really should know
That it’s never too late
To get up and go

It’s a perfect day for kiss and swell
For rip-zipping button-popping kiss and well…
There’s loads of other stuff can make you yell
Let’s get happy!
It’s a perfect day for doing the unstuck
For dancing like you can’t hear the beat
And you don’t give a further thought
To things like feet
Let’s get happy!

“But it’s much too late” you say
“For doing this now
We should have done it then”
Well it just goes to show
How wrong you can be
And how you really should know
That it’s never too late
To get up and go

Kick out the gloom
Kick out the blues
Tear out the pages with all the bad news
Pull down the mirrors and pull down the walls
Tear up the stairs and tear up the floors
Oh just burn down the house!
Burn down the street!
Turn everything red and the beat is complete
With the sound of your world
Going up in the fire
It’s a perfect day to throw back your head
And kiss it all goodbye!

It’s a perfect day for getting wild
Forgetting all your worries, life
And everything that makes you cry
Let’s get happy!
It’s a perfect day for dreams come true
For thinking big
And doing anything you want to do
Let’s get happy!

“But it’s much too late” you say
“For doing this now
We should have done it then”
Well it just goes to show
How wrong you can be
And how you really should know
That it’s never too late
To get up and go

Kick out the gloom
Kick out the blues
Tear out the pages with all the bad news
Pull down the mirrors and pull down the walls
Tear up the stairs and tear up the floors
Oh just burn down the house!
Burn down the street!
Turn everything red and the dream is complete
With the sound of your world
Going up in the fire
It’s a perfect day to throw back your head
And kiss it all goodbye