A keresés eredménye

Time takes everything

Story with a beginning but no ending
I was born in a corner of the world
Son of ephemeral days and places,
faces, voices and scents that nights
brought to me
 
Time takes everything1
name is omen2
 
My show is on roads, empty or crowded
I wander and rest everywhere, I live nowhere
Journey fellows share my dream
I share a full glass, another tale of
wandering artists I will tell
 
Time takes everything
name is omen
Time takes everything
name is omen
Time takes everything
 
Apparent movement of futile things
Stormy states of mind change
I have no relative fixed point
The times always sing of seasons
and questions with no answer
 
Time takes everything
name is omen
 
Fate entrusts me a fortuitous place
not knowing when it will want it back
Therefore I drink a sip of every small moment
Without esitation, I impress glances in my memories
Another story already waits for me
 
Time takes everything
name is omen
 
Time is a straight line3
that closes in a loop and goes on
Towards the idea of infinity I slid
certain that everything will move on
without me
 
Time is a straight line
that closes in a loop and goes on
Towards the idea of infinity I slid
certain that everything will move on
without me
 

• 1. This sentence is in Latin rather than Italian
• 2. Also Latin, this is an old proverb whose meaning is that someone's fate is influenced by their name
• 3. Untranslatable wordplay. In the context of the stanza the literal translation should be 'straight line', but 'retta via' (also) means 'righteous way'

Any other story

In the usual state of the urge to survive
balancing on a wire, the end is never to fall
I devote to duty my most intense energy
to gift apparent dominion to those on the top[1]
 
Knowledge can't be corrupted if it sees
plots and lies
uncomfortable ways out
 
'I won't stop
in the flow of events that
mark my story like many others
I will reinvent
searching every corner
for new rules'
 
Trained to believe that a right[2] way exists
Watch out for sin, forgiveness is out of reach!
Kidnapped by a book that has someone else's lives, comments and faces
I will share my mood while I observe others
 
Now emptiness is not
a snippet of ranzy
but reflection that yields
dormant urge to live
Escaping nameless conformity
to avoid the assault of age
If I'll be overwhelmed
by hesitation and anxiety
I know I will start over
from my usual plot
 
'I won't stop
in the flow of events that
mark my story like many others
I will reinvent
searching every corner
for new rules'