venerdì 31 agosto 2007



Ma non nell'anima


Ma solo nella stanza

una dolce canzone ne riempie gli spazi

vagando al suo interno


come i ricordi


Ma non nel cuore

dove ogni battito è lieve parola

dove ogni battito va oltre ogni verso

oltre ogni rumore

oltre ogni musica


ma solo nella stanza

popolata da fantasmi

popolata da illusioni, sogni, ombre...


ma non nell'essere

che si agita

che vaga

che vola

nello spazio immenso

dove ogni parola è palpito

dove ogni parola è verso

dove ogni parola è musica

Hello darkness, my old friend,
I’ve come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left it’s seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
’neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of
A neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one deared
Disturb the sound of silence.

Fools said i,you do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you.
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed
In the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon God they made.
And the sign flashed out it’s warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the signs said, the words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls.
And whisper’d in the sounds of silence.

The sound of silence, Simon & Garfunkel

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