The Ghost

I fly out the window, leaving many days behind
I no longer feel all the things that could bother me yesterday
They are drawers that close so no one can see them
They are words I couldn't say

But I don't care anymore, because nothing touches me
And there's nothing alive inside me
I float in the air since this afternoon, when my head
Exploded

Now the floor is made of clouds and I peek out every now and then
To spy on you from where I am
And I see, and I fly
And I see, and I fly

The neighborhood lights up and night turns into day
It shines like a Christmas tree
And I'm high, very high, and the car lights
That stop every now and then, and start again

And I see people running like an endless choreography
And I smell, like in a small plane, the smell of fugazzeta that mom cooks
And I remember that day when you said
If you could be a bird, what would you do?

Now that I float and don't feel what I touch
And people don't see me pass by
I'll take advantage to go find you
And tell you how everything is around here

Some mornings Grandma Yolanda passes by
And we go for a walk together
And Pocha's husband sends you greetings
He plays chess with me and I can't beat him

And keep going with the kid from around the corner
I'll come visit you in the afternoon
I'm still waiting for you, because nothing rushes me
And someday everyone will come here

And I see (and I see), and I fly (and I fly)
And I see (and I see), and I fly (and I fly)
And I see (and I see), and I fly (and I fly)
And I cry (and I cry) a little (a little)