Serata di Pioggia e Musica

 Fuori: il cielo si è deciso a scrostare via le brutture di Napoli dai muri con la forza di una lancia da autolavaggio.
Dentro: da qualche parte, sotto un tetto, in qualche modo, non si sa come, si torna. A casa.

Home


Here is a song

From the wrong side of town

Where I’m bound

to the ground

by the loneliest sound

that pounds from within

and is pinning me down…



Here is a page

from the empiest stage

A cage or the heaviest cross ever made

A gauge of the deadliest trap ever laid…



… And I thank you

for bringing me here

for showing me home

for singing these tears

Finally I’ve found

that I belong… here.



The heat and the sickliest

sweet smelling sheets

that cling to the back of my knees

and my feet

But I’m drowning in time

to a desperate beat…



… And I thank you

for bringing me here

for showing me home

for singing these tears

Finally I’ve found

that I belong…



… Feels like home

I should have known

from my first breath…



(…)



… And I thank you

for bringing me here

for showing me home

for singing these tears



Finally I’ve found that I belong… here.

[M. L. Gore, Home, 1997]

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