from "Strade Parallele"

UPON A RAVAGED LAND    -    Versione italiana

Far-off they sing
far off they fly
the thoughts and the words
never uttered
return to us,
they speak again
inside things that
we would not have believed
hearing inside.
Again they creak
the strings that make
the heart beat,
again the voice of conscience
makes him speak
who has been silent so long
and we must listen
and be ready to cry
and must open our eyes
upon a ravaged land
scorched without flowers
empty of memories
devoid of emotions.
It awakens
and the flowers are monsters
and the memories run
with suffering atrocius
and the words fly
and the sky contains them
as it contains all that has been
and the perfumes of the Ganges
are soaked in civilization
but the streets of New York
are built upon Brontosauruses
and my stability, my existence
is built upon sand and upon water
and it's difficult to touch the sky
when you are sinking
and it's difficult to touch the sky
when you are falling
and you don't even have the time
to look at yourself in the mirror
and to stare at your own image.

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