Norwegian Wood

I once had a girl or should I say she once had me

She showed me her room isn’t it good Norwegian wood

She asked me to stay and she told me to sit anywhere

But I looked around and I noticed there wasn’t a chair

I sat on a rug biding my time drinking her wine

We talked until two and then she said it’s time for bed

She told me she worked in the morning and started to laugh

I told her I didn’t and crawled off to sleep in the bath

And when I awoke I was alone this bird had flown

So I lit a fire isn’t it good, Norwegian wood.

…quando la catarsi del sabato di quei tempi là tende ad ingoiarmi.

Ma è stata anche una mia scelta, è stata anche una mia scelta. Non rimane che uscire all’aperto, fumare e in silenzio quasi liturgico vedere “Il cielo sopra Berlino”. Mettere insieme molti e molti pensieri ed arrivare ad una sintesi, gioiosa, quasi un desiderio tra i denti stretti…