danny

La descrizione di un attimo
le convinzioni che cambiano
e crolla la fortezza del mio debole per te
anche se non sei più sola perché sola non sai stare
e credi che dividersi la vita sia normale
ma la mia memoria scivola
mi ricordo limpida la trasmissione dei pensieri
la sensazione che in un attimo
qualunque cosa pensassimo in due
poteva succedere

E poi cos‘è successo
aspettami oppure dimenticami
ci rivediamo adesso
dopo quasi cinque anni

e come sempre sei la descrizione di un attimo per me
e come sempre sei un’emozione fortissima
e come sempre sei bellissima

Mi hanno detto dei tuoi viaggi
mi hanno detto che stai male
che sei diventata pazza
ma io so che sei normale
mi chiedi di partire adesso
perchè i numeri e il futuro non ti fanno preoccupare
vorrei poterti credere
sarebbe molto più facile
rincontrarci nei pensieri
distesi come se fossimo
sospesi ancora nell’attimo in cui
poteva succedere

E poi cos‘è successo
aspettami oppure dimenticami
ci rivediamo presto
fra almeno altri cinque anni

e come sempre sei la descrizione di un attimo per me
e come sempre sei un’emozione fortissima
e come sempre sei bellissima perchè
come sempre sei la descrizione di un attimo

— tiromancino – due destini

so i wake up, disturbed and numb, again. i wake up and realise you’re not here. it is a pricking truth, at the beginning, but i then realise i’m used to it. i’ve been feeling like this every morning for a long time, and though it does still surprises me, it lasts just for a second.

but there’s something else today, yesterday. a feeling that starts to grow inside, that begins to build up, a sensation. the feeling comes as a hunch, as a blow, as a whisper in my ear. it has to do with you and this world. it has to do with you not being in this world. anymore.

i shake my head, trying to shake that feeling away. it goes for a second, then returns, slowly, softly, stubbornly.

i start seeing a picture. a beautiful picture of my world. it seems like there’s a lot going on. work, friends, cars, fruits, cities, money, cigarrettes, pens, coffee… everything in its right place. everything.

but you.

you’re not there, and i still have the feeling you’re not in this world anymore.

ahí vamos de nuevo…

…ya te me metiste de nuevo en la cabeza y en el corazón.
como la navidad, como las olas, como la luna llena.
inexorable.

con pausas.
pero inexorable.

dame un par de años más y entonces sí que te olvido.

mientras, una canción que me recuerda a ti.
(no se si te has dado cuenta que todas las canciones me recuerdan a ti…)

All these accidents that happen
follow the dot
coincidence makes sense
only with you
you don’t have to speak – I feel

Emotional landscapes
they puzzle me
then the riddle gets solved
and you push me up to this:

State of emergency : how beautiful to be
state of emergency : is where I want to be

All that no-one sees
you see
what’s inside of me
every nerve that hurts you heal
deep inside of me
you don’t have to speak – I feel

Emotional landscapes
they puzzle me
then the riddle gets solved
and you push me up to this:

State of emergency : how beautiful to be
state of emergency : is where I want to be

— joga – björk

A me piacciono troppe cose
e io mi ritrovo sempre
confuso e impergolato
a correre da una stella cadente all’altra
finchè non precipito.

— J.Kerouac

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days are gone, the need for departure lingers shallow and constant.

there’s a life awaiting me, a life i’ve been dreaming for the last months, for too long a time nowadays. a life of doing more, being better and sleeping tighter. a life of missing and nostalgy, of better chairs, of less cigarrettes and less caffeine. a life of productive work and hanging out with top models. a life of natural ingredients, of PDAs and travelling, of connection 24/7 on demand but by choice. of many megabits of bandwidth, of imported beers and parties, of kissing and cuddling, of departures and arrivals.

a life less ordinary.

this are the days of the choosing, whether going left or right, staying here or leaving, leaving to miami or seattle or san diego, or some other unknown city that has something to offer.

greatness and achievement are an inch away. and then an inch away. but it is such a painful inch. and now i know why.

if i reach for that inch-away treasure, i’ll be setting myself into an infinite long downward spiral of excellence. and it is its pressure that intimidates me. cause once you’re good, you’d better be good till the end of time.

what about saving that inch for yourself? what about stopping and smelling the roses? or worse, what about reaching out for the infinite and then realising you’re getting to an infinite distance from the roses’ smell?

laziness, or at least a sibling of it, pays out well, when dosed in the right amount, and administered accordingly.

(after all, it is just one life, so who said you can’t screw it up at least once in a while? nothing like guilt to get you back into track.)

Well I hope that I don’t fall in love with you
‘Cause falling in love just makes me blue,
Well the music plays and you display your heart for me to see,
I had a beer and now I hear you calling out for me
And I hope that I don’t fall in love with you.

Well the room is crowded, people everywhere
And I wonder, should I offer you a chair?
Well if you sit down with this old clown, take that frown and break it,
Before the evening’s gone away, I think that we could make it,
And I hope that I don’t fall in love with you.

Well the night does funny things inside a man
These old tom-cat feelings you don’t understand,
Well I turn around to look at you, you light a cigarette,
I wish I had the guts to bum one, but we’ve never met,
And I hope that I don’t fall in love with you.

I can see that you are lonesome just like me,
And it being late, you’d like some some company,
Well I turn around to look at you, and you look back at me,
The guy you’re with has up and split, the chair next to you’s free,
And I hope that you don’t fall in love with me.

Now it’s closing time, the music’s fading out
Last call for drinks, I’ll have another stout.
Well I turn around to look at you, you’re nowhere to be found,
I search the place for your lost face, guess I’ll have another round
And I think that I just fell in love with you.

— Tom Waits