Looking for the places...

Ho appena ricevuto via e-mail l'esito del mio colloquio con la TomTom, purtroppo negativo.

Non è tanto l'esito a farmi stare male, quanto la motivazione del manager, che vi riporto: "Although Matthijs felt he got on well with you and that you were a strong candidate they have gone with a local guy".

I colleghi dicono che è una questione di soldi... che se prendono uno straniero dovrebbero almeno offrirgli una giusta ricompensa... però la cosa non è che mi tira tanto su di morale.

Oggi non ho nemmeno il lettore mp3 con me e quindi riporto il testo della canzone The Boxer che avrei voluto ascoltare.

I am just a poor boy.
Though my story's seldom told,
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocketful of mumbles,
Such are promises
All lies and jest
Still, a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest.
...
When I left my home
And my family,
I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station,
Running scared,
Laying low,
Seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go,
Looking for the places
Only they would know.
...
Asking only workman's wages
I come looking for a job,
But I get no offers.
Just a come-on from the whores
On Seventh Avenue
I do declare,
There were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there.
...
Then I'm laying out my winter clothes
And wishing I was gone
Going home
Where the New York City winters
Aren't bleeding me,
Leading me,
Going home.
...
In the clearing stands a boxer,
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of ev'ry glove that laid him down
Or cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame,
"I am leaving, I am leaving."
But the fighter still remains
(Simon & Garfunkel)