Baby Lex

Forse c’entra poco… ma è pur sempre una linea di fuga. Pima una poesia, semplice, perciò bella…
In Winter I get up at night
And dress by yellow candle light.
In Summer, quite the other way,
I have to go to bed by day.
I have to go to bed and see
The birds still hopping on the tree,
Or hear the grown-up people’s feet
Still going past me in the street.
And does it not seem hard to you,
When all the sky is clear and blue,
And I should like so much to play,
To have to go to bed by day?
(R. L. Stevenson)
E poi un gran video. Buon Agosto!