Still wondering how it is meant to be
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Sun on Flickr.

Jim Morrison

Il 3 Luglio 1971 muore a 27 anni Jim Morrison, il leader dei Doors, a Parigi. La tomba è collocata nel cimitero degli artisti, il Pere Lachaise. 

This is the end, beautiful friend
This is the end, my only friend, the end
Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
I’ll never look into your eyes
Again

Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need
Of some stranger’s hand
In a desperate land

Lost in a Roman wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane
All the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain

There’s danger on the edge of town
Ride the king’s highway, baby
Weird scenes inside the gold mine
Ride the highway west, baby
Ride the snake
Ride the snake, to the lake, the ancient lake, baby
The snake is long seven miles
Ride the snake
He is old and his skin is cold

The West is the best
The West is the best
Get here and we’ll do the rest
The blue bus is calling us
The blue bus is calling us
Driver, where you taking us

The killer awoke before dawn
He put his boots on
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall
He went to into the room where his sister lived
And then he paid a visit to his brother
And then he, he walked on down the hall
And he came to a door, and he looked inside
"Father?"-"Yes, son?"-"I want to kill you,
Mother, I want to…”

Come on, baby, take a chance with us
Come on, baby, take a chance with us
Come on, baby, take a chance with us
And meet me at the back of the blue bus
Still now
Blue bus
Oh now
Blue bus
Still now
Uuh yeah

This is the end, beautiful friend
This is the end, my only friend, the end
It hurts to set you free

But you’ll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of night we tried to die
This is the end

RIP
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DSC05878 on Flickr."Rodon", rosa.
“Dendron”,  fiore.
Albero, a dir la verità.

DSC05878 on Flickr.

"Rodon", rosa.
“Dendron”, fiore.
Albero, a dir la verità.

Summer: Well, you know, I guess it’s ‘cause I was sitting in a deli and reading Dorian Gray and a guy comes up to me and asks me about it and… now he’s my husband. Tom: Yeah. And… so? Summer: So, what if I’d gone to the movies? What if I had gone somewhere else for lunch? What if I’d gotten there 10 minutes later? It was - it was meant to be. And… I just kept thinking… Tom was right. Tom: No. Summer: Yeah, I did. [laughs] Summer: I did. It just wasn’t me that you were right about. 

Summer: Well, you know, I guess it’s ‘cause I was sitting in a deli and reading Dorian Gray and a guy comes up to me and asks me about it and… now he’s my husband. 
Tom: Yeah. And… so? 
Summer: So, what if I’d gone to the movies? What if I had gone somewhere else for lunch? What if I’d gotten there 10 minutes later? It was - it was meant to be. And… I just kept thinking… Tom was right. 
Tom: No. 
Summer: Yeah, I did. 
[laughs] 
Summer: I did. It just wasn’t me that you were right about.