A girl and a guy were speeding over 160 km/h on the road on a motorcycle…

Girl: Slow down, I’m scared.
Guy: No, this is funny.
Girl: No it’s not. Please it’s too scary!
Guy: Then tell me you love me.
Girl: Fine, I love you. Slow down!
Guy: Now give me a BIG hug.
Girl hugs him.
Guy: Can you take my helmet off and put it on yourself? It’s bugging me.

On the newspaper, next day:

A motorcycle had crashed into a building because of brake failure. Two people were on it, but only one had survived. The truth was that halfway down the road, the guy realized that his brakes broke, but he didn’t want to let the girl know. Instead, he had her say she loved him and felt her hug one last time, then he had her wear his helmet so that she would live even though it meant that he would die.

So of course, you were supposed to call me tonight.

You were supposed to call me tonight,
we’d have gone to the cinema,
and afterwards to the restaurant,
the one you like on your street.

We’d have slept together,
had a nice breakfast together,
and a walk in the park together,
how beautiful it’d been…

You would have said “I love you”
in the cutest place on Earth,
where some little vines are dancing with the fairies.

I would have waited, like a week or two,
but you never tried to reach me, no,
you never called me back.

You were dating, that bleach blonde girl,
if I find her, I swear, I swear.

I’ll kill her, I’ll kill her,
she stole my future, she broke my dream,
I’ll kill her, I’ll kill her,
she stole my future when she took you away.

I would have met your friends,
we would have had like a drink or two,
they would have liked me ’cause
sometimes I’m funny,
I would have met your dad,
I would have met your mum, she’d have said,
“Please, can’t you make some beautiful babies?”,
So we would have had a boy called Tom, and a girl called Susan,
Born in Japan.

I thought it was a love story,
but you don’t want to get involved
I thought it was a love story,
but you’re not ready for that.

Me neither. I’ll kill her,
she stole my future, she broke my dream,
I’ll kill her, I’ll kill her,
she stole my future when she took you away.

She’s a bitch you know, all she’s got is blondeness,
not even tenderness, yeah she’s clever-less,
she’ll dump your ass for a model called Brendan,
he will pay for a beautiful surgery, because he’s full of money.

I would have waited, like a week or two,
but you never tried to reach me, no, no,
you never called me back.

You were dating, that bleach blonde girl,
And if I find her, I swear, you know, I swear.

I’ll kill her, I’ll kill her,
She stole my future, she broke my dream,
I’ll kill her, I’ll kill her,
She stole my future when she took you away.

I’ll kill her, I’ll kill her,
She stole my future, she broke my dream,
I’ll kill her, I’ll kill her,
She stole my future when she took you away.

Man, I told you, you know, if I find her,
I really, I, I mean, I’ll kill her, for real,
it’s like for sure, you have to know, uh,
I mean, you know, I can do it, man,
I’ll kill her.

Magnifico. Dopo intensi giorni di lavoro alla veste grafica e al rodaggio dei marchingegni tecnici, inauguro, con un pizzico di eccitazione, la mia Isola. Fondamentalmente vuole essere un blog didascalico, molto disimpegnato, molto personale.  Nessuna tematica principale: scriverò ciò che desidero scrivere, senza troppo preoccuparmi del resto.