40 anni

Giornata all'insegna dei 40 anni.

In un altro blog oggi ho ricevuto un commento che recita "grazie, erano più di 40 anni che non leggevo queste splendide storie".

Qui invece rivedo un coetaneo che più di 35 anni fa si dilettava di astronomia, ma studiava anche chitarra per cuccare. Non so se sia riuscito nell'impresa, ma sicuramente gli sono cresciuti i capelli! Anche se qui un anno fa ne aveva già abbastanza.

Old man look at my life,

I'm a lot like you were.

Old man look at my life,

I'm a lot like you were.

Old man look at my life,

Twenty four

And there's so much more

Live alone in a paradise

That makes me think of two.

Love lost, such a cost,

Give me things

That don't get lost.

Like a coin that won't get tossed

Rolling home to you.

Old man take a look at my life

I'm a lot like you

I need someone to love me

The whole day through

Ah, one look in my eyes

And you can tell that's true.

Lullabies, look in your eyes,

Run around the same old town.

Doesn't mean that much to me

To mean that much to you.

I've been first and last

Look at how the time goes past.

But I'm all alone at last.

Rolling home to you.

Old man take a look at my life

I'm a lot like you

I need someone to love me

The whole day through

Ah, one look in my eyes

And you can tell that's true.

Old man look at my life,

I'm a lot like you were.

Old man look at my life,

I'm a lot like you were.

(Neil Young, 1972)