gli angeli guardiani sul ponte conoscono il tuo nome, e non mi lasciano passare.
conoscono il suono che rieccheggia quando ti chiamo, anche qui a Roma, e guardano verso di me invece di continuare a fissare il sole.
voglio vedere le strade che s'incontrano come noi non abbiamo mai fatto, proprio dove non ti aspetteresti di incontrare un fantasma; giù dove sgorgano le fontane gemelle e dove la luce è nata, tanto tempo fa.
sei stato tu che per primo mi hai ricordato del crepuscolo e della mattina presto a Londra, sei sempre tu che porterei a camminare per queste strade dove sono ora.
e mentre guardo avanti, credo di aver appena visto la tua schiena.
dedicato al mio tesoro vicino, e al suo tesoro lontano.
E’ successo di nuovo. Ho passato la notte a sognare.
Sognavo Città del Capo, sognavo di non avere terra davanti a me..e mi sono svegliata con l’odore delle strade coloniali nel cervello. E’ successo ancora. Sono stata a guardare la mia stessa fine.
E poi c’erano le baie della Sardegna, quei posti dove mi sento a casa, coi marciapiedi rossi e bianchi e la sabbia..e l’innocenza perduta. C’eri anche tu, come fossi un fantasma, e allora ho capito di non essere sveglia.
E’ incredibile cosa è rimasto di me: un cuore ballerino, uno sguardo distratto e curioso che attraversa i cieli mediterranei. Non è un sogno..e neanche un incubo: d’altronde gli incubi non spaventano chi ha visto un milione di momenti passare senza lasciare traccia.
Non sono sveglia, non sono sveglia.
°°°
oh it happened again I dreamt the night away I woke up with the smell of colonial roads in my brain I was dreaming of cape town of no land in front of me oh it happened again I witnessed my own end
and then it was sardinian bays places that feel like home with pavements red and white and sand and innocence was gone and you were there in ghostly shape I'm not awake, I'm not awake
unbelievable, what's left of me a dancing heart, a distract look curiosity across meditarranean skies nightmares can't scare who's seen a million moments pass without a trace I'm not awake
being in love in a place like this where everything is small and unforgettable you end up loving the most colourful things like sunsets and sudden rainbows you end up counting up the verses in every song and you don't need a God at all or you think so but the horizon that horizon will always cheat us all.
because I need to guess which sea you belong from such distance every storm looks dangerous I need to understand, you know cause no borders doesn't mean no loss
being in love in a town like this where everything is worse than you'd ever expected love comes softly as the best thing you can get with such tenderness that it makes you think your feelings are too raw and you'll die alone but you won't die alone
because I need to guess which sea you belong from such distance every storm looks dangerous I need to understand, you know cause no borders doesn't mean no loss
this song is a fair homage to my hometown written right after my 6-days journey to Prague.
say you know you're worth all this struggle all this fighting against mother nature, the zodiac signs aligned or scrambled to see or not to see it happen
say you know I was born nostalgic they all wished I'd've had big dark eyes and they were all pleased, but I'm still doubtin to see or not to see you in my iris?
and wherever moon may be hiding right now, a half is silver right above me, I'll send the other half for you
say you know you're worth all this wondering all this clockwise routes my brain's drawing and now against whom is gravity working? to see or not to see we're falling
and wherever moon may be hiding right now, a half is silver right above me, I'll send the other half for you
it doesn't matter if people can see it or not, you know that something's happening, and it really matters to you.
may these words be fresh september rain on your eyes may the moon remember where your head lies
for you only the nature's obeying this time I know it is for you only the music's writing itself again, yes it is
may these words be the good news you've been waiting for may the sun forget where your shadow hides
for you only the nature's obeying this time I know it is for you only the music's writing itself again, yes it is writing itself
this song, originally meant as a translation of one of D'Annunzio's works, has "written itself" in two takes. The lyrics represent the only original concept I've ever had of my love.
my hands are clean, as you can see for they've touched seas and seas I collect tears instead of pearls among all colours of universe. my face is clean, as you can see apart from the same old ink drops time's on my side and slowly it leads you far from coming home.
sleep, as long as you can sleep for all the things we need are out of reach promise, as long as you can do it feel free to break your promises
how many times do I have to wonder why and wonder how, once more it's raining days, it's raining hours it seems the heavens want me alive I do believe in what love has made of me even though it's madness, madness indeed
sleep, as long as you can sleep for all the things we need are out of reach promise, as long as you can do it feel free to break your promises you're not alone at sea
look at my ships they're sailing look at the waves that welcome you you're not alone at sea the pearls I've left will guide you here
and sleep, as long as you can sleep for all the things we are will stand still.
(it seems I re-wrote the story of Dido and Aeneas, but I swear I didn't want to)
for the years to come and for the miles that could separate our hearts someday I don't want chance to be blamed for everything for the vowels missing and for february 13th I still remember myself hiding there's something else that flows between us and it's still here.
give me your hands, both of them you know what I have to say but my breath is shorter than yesterday and it's raining lead into my head.
for the years to come and for the place that's hosted our souls so far I don't want numbers and ideas to frighten you for the ones who don't believe that planets don't meet only once there's something else that wakes me it's my own silence.
give me your hands, both of them you know what I have to say but my breath is shorter than yesterday and it's raining lead into my head.
I need to sleep I've had enough of this light too much is missing here and everything is misplaced and I live for you only for the songs in which you seem to live with me, with me and all these feelings harboured in you I know them only I know the sequence
first there were lies and lies lived as truth then I knew madness and the certainty of me waiting without you
and then contact I saw the best of my regrets in a moment and I realized I lived for you only in a moment
I need to sleep I've had enough of these wrong words too many things I feel that don't seem to have a meaning
(written because I am jelous, I am jelous, I am a jelous girl)
sabato 3 gennaio 2009
Two times in my life, two times I remember, I remained speechless while hugging a person; two times that literally changed my way of waiting.
The first unforgettable hug – it was early 2008 – happened to be somewhat maddening, or at least it was what I felt at the beginning. Since then, my sense of time suffered an absurd shock. I could no longer be a child in my father’s arms, no longer a little girl in my little friend’s arms, I just wanted to be myself (a girl, a woman, it doesn’t really matter) in the arms of my Chosen One. Was he, is he the Chosen One? Nobody knows – nor do I. I know who he is, I’ve selected him among a thousand other Chosen Ones, because everybody here has an exact task to apply to which makes him a Chosen One. Now I know who he is, now I know he was the Chosen One for that hug, he was born for it. There’s no other explanation. Who is he to turn off the lights of the whole universe? Who is he to give me such questions to answer to? And who I am to answer? Am I the Chosen One for answering?
The second impossible and unforgettable hug – the day of my 18th birthday – was something I had foreseen, inevitable and liberating. A friend, the best one, the last one to arrive that evening, the most awaited friend of mine. I hugged her. She’d been away at university for just a week, seven September days. It was the first time I had really missed someone apart from the Chosen One. And then suddenly I knew who I was, and why I was condemned to questions and answers, I understood why I had never paid too much attention to the time I spent waiting – because I had never really waited before.
