Guccini Francesco
What Not...
Song For Anna
F.Guccini
The uncertain light of the evening casts ghosts and shadows on your window;
you don't think, or you wouldn't want to think anymore.
Little girls in bloom, with ambiguous smiles that will become dark along the hills,
go home quickly to eat. And you, who have already known this
game,
no longer know what it was like in that past, you don't know whether to smile or scream.
You are no longer as beautiful as you once were,
when he looked for your body, that of a companion;
tell me if it was fear or pleasure.
But now you feel time embracing you
like something that marks your face,
/>that you can't see, but that you know you have.
It's like that evil that doesn't have a name,
a circular obsession between the will and the inability.
Scraps of songs, phrases and televisions speak through open windows;
in a news programme, someone, good or evil
declares, hopes, warns;
quotes from everyday life touch you slowly and they enter without touching you;
they slip into the corners of your house sounds that you don't know.
A man in an undershirt, behind a railing,
waters some city flowers.
A shout and a high-pitched cry already extinguished in a minute
signals tragedies of children;
smells of reheated omelettes and soups fight the smog of a diesel,
an absurd off-road vehicle that roars to start and never goes.
And you are alone alone alone alone, you feel alone alone alone alone
and you think of a feared child that you don't have now.
But that thought lasts a moment,
uncertain atom between the false and the true,
to make room for the days you will live; nothing ifs and maybes,
among the opportunities had and lost there are only hours left,
you certainly only have what you will do.
The uncertain light of the evening merges with the darkness that enters, and soon
it confuses
everything, like someone looking without a fire;
turn on the light and it appears on the face
perhaps a smile that the lips explain,
as if it were It was all a game.
It's okay, they put an intelligent program on the TV,
you need a hot, aromatic tea
and then let sleep come, little by little.

SUBMIT CORRECTIONS