Un Blog che è una finestra su un mondo che è il mio mondo. Un veicolo con cui narrare ciò che provo, ciò che sento e tutto quello che stimola la mia riflessione. Spiate pure, osservate pure dall'alto questo mondo lontano, è lì per voi. Io sono Logos e sono lieto di accogliervi.
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I Tool, la colonna sonora di questo nero blog.
Chiudete gli occhi e viaggiate. Dentro e fuori di voi.
Signori e Signore, i TOOL.
eh. mica cose da ridere...
I know the pieces fit 'cause I watched them fall away
Mildewed and smoldering, fundamental differing
Pure intention juxtaposed will set two lovers' souls in motion
Disintegrating as it goes, testing our communication
The light that fueled our fire then has burned a hole between us so
We cannot see to reach an end, crippling our communication
I know the pieces fit 'cause I watched them tumble down
No fault, none to blame, it doesn't mean I don't desire
To point the finger, blame the other, watch the temple topple over
To bring the pieces back together, rediscover communication
The poetry that comes from the squarin' off between
And the circling is worth it, finding beauty in the dissonance
There was a time that the pieces fit but I watched them fall away
Mildewed and smoldering, strangled by our coveting
I've done the math enough to know the dangers of a second guessing
Doomed to crumble unless we grow and strengthen our communication
Cold silence has
A tendency to
Atrophy any
Sense of compassion
Between supposed brothers
Between supposed lovers
I know the pieces fit, I know the pieces fit
I know the pieces fit, I know the pieces fit
I know the pieces fit, I know the pieces fit
I know the pieces fit, I know the pieces fit
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