L'imperfetto
Era, pioveva
C’era qualcosa che non si vedeva
Respirava qualcosa respirava
Nella stanza della sposa si nascondeva
Eppure si muoveva
Ancora dimmelo ancora
Che tutto ritornava così com’era
Come bruciava che si disperdeva
E come tornava
Ogni volta che partiva
Piangeva
E si stancava
Come sabbia nel tempo si trasformava
E però esisteva
E si incarnava
E a volte ero sicuro che nasceva
E che ricominciava
Che saliva
E scendeva
Chiamava e si rispondeva
Meravigliava
E produceva
Ed espelleva suoni
Suoni che rubava
Era pioveva
Ma così bianca e nessuno se la prendeva
Così per poco
Che poco ci mancava
Mentre guardava un telefono che suonava
E che non la smetteva
Non parlava
Però sapeva tutto quello che gli bastava
Quello che credeva
Quello che non vedeva
Così preciso ed imperfetto
Che nessuno lo incastrava
Se non voleva ringraziava
Con un inchino da domatore le salutava
E poi chiedeva
E chiedeva o prendeva
E come un messicano si allontanava
The Imperfect
It was, it was raining
There was something that couldn't be seen
Something was breathing, it was breathing
In the bride's room it was hiding
Yet it was moving
Tell me again, tell me again
That everything was coming back as it was
How it burned, how it dispersed
And how it came back
Every time it left
It cried
And it got tired
Like sand it transformed over time
And yet it existed
And it took form
And sometimes I was sure it was born
And it started again
It rose
And it fell
It called and answered itself
It amazed
And it produced
And it expelled sounds
Sounds that it stole
It was raining
But so white and no one took offense
So close
That it was almost there
While watching a ringing phone
That wouldn't stop
It didn't speak
But it knew everything it needed
What it believed
What it didn't see
So precise and imperfect
That no one fit it
If it didn't want, it thanked
With a bow like a tamer it greeted
And then asked
And asked or took
And like a Mexican it walked away