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[Hasselblad]

Stasera, sotto una luna quasi piena, l'ultima scorribanda con una regina dell'asfalto.
Hasselblad ha deciso di divorziare dalla sua 911.

[Betelgeuse]

Out on the wiley, windy moors
We'd roll and fall in green.
You had a temper like my jealousy:
Too hot, too greedy.
How could you leave me,
When I needed to possess you?
I hated you. I loved you, too.

Bad dreams in the night.
They told me I was going to lose the fight,
Leave behind my wuthering, wuthering
wuthering races.

Heathcliff, it's me--911.
Come home. I'm so cold!
Let me in-a-your window.

Heathcliff, it's me--911.
Come home. I'm so cold!
Let me in-a-your window.

Ooh, it gets dark! It gets lonely,
On the other side from you.
I pine a lot. I find the lot
Falls through without you.
I'm coming back, love.
Cruel Heathcliff, my one dream,
My only master.

Too long I roam in the night.
I'm coming back to his side, to put it right.
I'm coming home to wuthering, wuthering,
wuthering cars,

Heathcliff, it's me--911.
Come home. I'm so cold!
Let me in-a-your window.

Heathcliff, it's me--911.
Come home. I'm so cold!
Let me in-a-your window.

Ooh! Let me have it.
Let me grab your soul away.
Ooh! Let me have it.
Let me grab your soul away.
You know it's me--911!

[Segesto II]

Out on the wiley, windy moors
We'd roll and fall in green.
You had a temper like my 5 gears:
Too hot, too greedy.
How could you leave me,
When I needed to possess you?
I hated you. I loved you, too.

Bad dreams in the night.
They told me I was going to lose the race,
Leave behind my wuthering, wuthering
wuthering races.

Heathcliff, it's me--911.
Come home. I'm so cold!
Let me in-a-your gate.

Heathcliff, it's me--911.
Come home. I'm so cold!
Let me in-a-your gate.

Ooh, it gets dark! It gets lonely,
On the other side from you.
I pine a lot. I find the lot
Falls through without you.
I'm coming back, love.
Cruel Heathcliff, my one dream,
My only driver.

Too long I roam in the night.
I'm coming back to his side, to put it right.
I'm coming home to wuthering, wuthering,
wuthering cars,

Heathcliff, it's me--911.
Come home. I'm so cold!
Let me in-a-your gate.

Heathcliff, it's me--911.
Come home. I'm so cold!
Let me in-a-your gate.

Ooh! Let me have it.
Let me grab your soul away.
Ooh! Let me have it.
Let me grab your soul away.
You know it's me--911!

[Rexal]

[roundmidnight]

Stasera, sotto una luna quasi piena, l'ultima scorribanda con una regina dell'asfalto.
Hasselblad ha deciso di divorziare dalla sua 911.

[Theremin]

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[Qassim]

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[Strangolatore di Dresda]

Stasera, sotto una luna quasi piena, l'ultima scorribanda con una regina dell'asfalto.
Hasselblad ha deciso di divorziare dalla sua 911.

[primahyadum]

Out on the wiley, windy moors
We'd roll and fall in green.
You had a temper like my jealousy:
Too hot, too greedy.
How could you leave me,
When I needed to possess you?
I hated you. I loved you, too.

Bad dreams in the night.
They told me I was going to lose the fight,
Leave behind my wuthering, wuthering
wuthering races.

Heathcliff, it's me--911.
Come home. I'm so cold!
Let me in-a-your window.

Heathcliff, it's me--911.
Come home. I'm so cold!
Let me in-a-your window.

Ooh, it gets dark! It gets lonely,
On the other side from you.
I pine a lot. I find the lot
Falls through without you.
I'm coming back, love.
Cruel Heathcliff, my one dream,
My only master.

Too long I roam in the night.
I'm coming back to his side, to put it right.
I'm coming home to wuthering, wuthering,
wuthering cars,

Heathcliff, it's me--911.
Come home. I'm so cold!
Let me in-a-your window.

Heathcliff, it's me--911.
Come home. I'm so cold!
Let me in-a-your window.

Ooh! Let me have it.
Let me grab your soul away.
Ooh! Let me have it.
Let me grab your soul away.
You know it's me--911!

Al di là delle modifiche scherzose....l'affermazione apodittica "Heathcliff it's me" rappresenta il riconoscimento stupito e sorprendente della esclusiva complementarietà dell'altro, consustanziale e sè stessa, composto della medesima natura, proiezione di sè nell'altro.

Frasi similari ricorrono nell'epistolario di Padre Pio di Pietrelcina diretto alla sua figlia spirituale cui lo lega un sentimento assoluto e certissimo della condivisione della stessa esatta natura.

Una scrittrice...un asceta. Le stesse conclusioni, lo stesso sentimento. Che dev'essere semplicemente straordinario.

[Hasselblad]

Out on the wiley, windy moors
We'd roll and fall in green.
You had a temper like my jealousy:
Too hot, too greedy.
How could you leave me,
When I needed to possess you?
I hated you. I loved you, too.

Bad dreams in the night.
They told me I was going to lose the fight,
Leave behind my wuthering, wuthering
wuthering races.

Heathcliff, it's me--911.
Come home. I'm so cold!
Let me in-a-your window.

Heathcliff, it's me--911.
Come home. I'm so cold!
Let me in-a-your window.

Ooh, it gets dark! It gets lonely,
On the other side from you.
I pine a lot. I find the lot
Falls through without you.
I'm coming back, love.
Cruel Heathcliff, my one dream,
My only master.

Too long I roam in the night.
I'm coming back to his side, to put it right.
I'm coming home to wuthering, wuthering,
wuthering cars,

Heathcliff, it's me--911.
Come home. I'm so cold!
Let me in-a-your window.

Heathcliff, it's me--911.
Come home. I'm so cold!
Let me in-a-your window.

Ooh! Let me have it.
Let me grab your soul away.
Ooh! Let me have it.
Let me grab your soul away.
You know it's me--911!

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