A wild horse on a collision course with the sun

....
No, non ti amo
odio la parola,
quella tirannide privata dentro un pubblico suono
la tua libertà è tua, non mia:
ma brandisco la mia isolata follia come una spada
che affondo nel tuo corpo tutta la notte.
( Al Purdy - Necropsia dell’amore )



Well you're a wild horse
On a collision course
With the sun

I wanted to ride that wild horse
Into the sun

But i no longer think that
I'm your chosen one
On no, i no longer think that
I'm your chosen one

Maybe it's best for you to ride
Ride into the sun
Because i no longer think that
I'm your chosen one
Oh no, i no longer think that
I'm your chosen one
( Smog - Chosen one )