Non cercare di piegare il cucchiaio. È impossibile. Cerca invece di fare l'unica cosa saggia: giungere alla verità.
Quale verità?
Che il cucchiaio non esiste.
Il cucchiaio non esiste?
Allora ti accorgerai che non è il cucchiaio a piegarsi, ma sei tu stesso!
Profilo BACHECA 12
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I get so lost, sometimes
Days pass and this emptiness fills my heart When I want to run away I drive off in my car But whichever way I go I come back to the place you areAll my instincts, they return
And the grand facade, so soon will burn Without a noise, without my pride I reach out from the insideIn your eyes
The light, the heat (Your eyes) I am complete (Your eyes) I see the doorway to a thousand churches (Your eyes)The resolution of all the fruitless searches
(Your eyes) I see the light and the heat (Your eyes) I want to be that complete I want to touch the light The heat I see in your eyes In your eyes In your eyes In your eyesLove, I don't like to see so much pain
So much wasted and this moment keeps slipping away I get so tired of working so hard for our survival I look to the time with you to keep me awake and aliveAnd all my instincts, they return
And the grand facade, so soon will burn Without a noise, without my pride I reach out from the insideIn your eyes
The light, the heat (Your eyes) I am complete (Your eyes) I see the doorway to a thousand churches (Your eyes)The resolution of all the fruitless searches
(Your eyes) I see the light and the heat (Your eyes) I want to be that complete I want to touch the light The heat I see in your eyes In your eyes In your eyes In your eyesAccepting all I've done and said
I want to stand and stare again 'Til there's nothing left, woah It remains there in your eyes Whatever comes and goes Oh, it's in your eyes
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