A keresés eredménye

Heaven

Heaven is full of children
flying on airplanes
And throwing snowballs
to the wingless adults
 
Heaven is full of people
who never went to mass
But were always good
not only in their head.
 
In Heaven there are no artists
especially the famous
they're in Hell among the narcissists
where no one can notice them.
 
In Heaven there are no rich
there's no one living to work.
But there are people who worked a lot
and always gave if they could give.
 
Heaven is full of boys and girls
who one day killed themselves,
because they were sad and tired
or just unheard.
 
Heaven is full of homeless people
who starved or froze to death
they're the fathers of voyagers
now they protect them from above.
 
Heaven is full of migrants
who drowned in the sea,
they got an entire galaxy
as home.
 
In Heaven there are no saints
there's no more religion.
And those who love are free to love
with no more division.
 
Heaven is full of children.
Heaven is full of children.
 
And then everyone found
everything they had lost.
And in this they are all equal
except those who went to Heaven too soon,
too soon.
 
Heaven is full of children
playing with airplanes,
they're the favorite there,
they're the only ones with wings.
 
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A dance

One of the two loves always less
One of the two wants to take it seriously
One of the two isn't at all honest
One of the two is more assured
One of the two always thinks about sex
One of the two suffers more often
 
One of the two has no time
One of the two wants more intimacy
If one of the two wants to go abroad
the other not even out of town
 
One of the two is me
the other is you
 
We're just like a dance, my friend
To each one step,
this way we can't ever fall
Balanced between the lyrics and the tune
your distorted voice
sings my melancholy
 
One of the two always laughs less
One of the two looks more calm
One of the two hides a secret
 
And if one of the two is closer
the other one wants more intimacy
And if one of the two stays still
then the other one will move
 
Which one of the two is me?
Which one is you?
 
We're just like a dance, my friend
To each one step,
this way we can't ever fall
Balanced between the lyrics and the tune
your distorted voice
sings my melancoholy
 
Love is like a valzer
it's a balance game made for two
I see how you move your legs
Hold my hands and I'll hold yours
 
Love is a never ending dance
You're there standing still on your toes
I don't ever keep up with the tempo
You're trench
and I'm the wind
 
We're just like a dance, my friend
Lalalala
Difference between the lyrics and the tune
Sings with me the melancoholy
Dances with me the melancoholy
 
Dance with me.
 

Post-graduation portraits

Giorgio, after his graduation
has gone to Milan without thinking about it too much
He left his teenage years behind,
the joints smoked in the front yard, he converted
and now believes in Jesus
 
Gaia, Gaia admits it
she wanted to leave but she couldn't afford
the rent for a house in a capital city
Now she studies oriental languages
and keeps four full suitcases in her closets
 
Nanni didn't get a degree
he lives in the same old place and studies Drama
and he knows by heart the sound of the wind
and how to walk through life at a peaceful pace
 
Elena, she is happy
because she's always wanted to be a writer
and without her parents's help, she studies Literature
because passion is worth way more than cold logic
and statistics
 
Did you, too, like me
realise that life is so brief
and we can't miss it?
Did you too, like me
put everything you had on the table
in order to find happiness?
 
If there's one that left
but wants to come back where he's born
that's Giuliano,
he can't stay away from the life in the South
and if only he found a job, he'd never leave again.
 
Tea studies Art
she loves pornography but doesn't sleep with anyone
she wants to go to France after her studies
to do portraits of cats and of strangers
 
Angelo changed his mind
and so did Prospero, Ruggiero and Andrea
They quit music
to get a degree
But just like Ulisse did with Itaca,
music can't be forgotten
 
Did you, too, like me
realise that life is so brief
and we can't miss it?
Did you too, like me
risk everything you had
to have a taste of happiness?
 
Just ask and you will find it.
 

Our life

And then you notice the wind one August evening
And already another summer passes you by
You realize that winter has arrived early
Every year colder than the last one
 
You realize by chance that the old club
Where you used to go dancing has closed forever
You certainly notice that your mother is missing
 
When you come back and there is no food
 
But have you ever asked yourself
If the world notices you?
 
Our life is a fast airplane that passes by
It offers us a ride then goes away
And don't ever think about landing
Enjoy the trip as it goes
 
This life resembles a sand castle
That at the sound of a shadow will crumble
And don't think about your changing body
Leave something that will then come back
You notice time after you have lost it
And illusions when one day he has discovered
That it will always be something that is missing
That it will always be somebody who makes a mistake
 
But have you ever asked yourself
If the world notices you?
 
Our life is a fast airplane that passes by
It offers us a ride then goes away
And don't ever think about landing
Enjoy the trip as it goes
 
This life resembles a sand castle
That at the sound of a shadow will crumble
And don't think about your changing body
Leave something that will then come back
 
Because of you this will remain
Your eyes will remain, the eyes of those you have really looked at
To the bottom of the soul
And like small petals in the wind
Will travel around the world
That flower that one day you let fly away
From the palm of your hand
And it went far away
 
Our life is a fast airplane that passes by
It goes beyond the clouds and after that who knows
And don't think about the pain that leaves
It becomes a memory of happiness
 
Our life is all here
Our life is all here
Our life is all here
It becomes a memory of happiness
Our life