12-11-2002
The strange, weird evolutions of the night
staring at the Moon, up on the roof - dreaming and
weeping...
The day is dying, the Moon is rising, and in my pain I'm
diving. It really does
not matter, it is an obscure stream of consciousness,
it's cold, so cold, and my
heart seems to be lazy, I love being so hazy. I saw you
crazy, dead and
crawling, sweeping to the top of the mountain, I can
distinguish no colour,
no feeling, no pain, no joy, no man and no woman,
nothing ordinary tonight, just
me and the mighty Moon watching me, spying me, seducing
me, making
love to me. Falling into me. A rape, under my eyes, is
about to come. A new
victim is about to be taken to Hell, where demons and
witches wait for their
meal to have. A raging beggar is creeping along the
dirty, murderous streets and
I can do nothing else than staring at him, for a very
little while, expec-
ting him to be found dead by a policeman the following
chilly, dark morning ....
dirty life for a dirty existence, a silly man having
been with silly women
after having lead beautiful dreams of eternal visions,
now a mere memory of what
could have been but never been......... Loud, strident
rumour of a flat tyre
zig-zagging from left to right, then from right to left,
now to the centre,
now... to... a huge, overwhelming wall... now from life
to... death...! The
ambulance syren screams its sheer drama, while this
night is to send its very
last goodbye to the disillusioners and disilluded, to
those who have fighted,
those who have died in name of glory, those
we will never see anymore, those... only those........
and only me, keeping
listening to the rain heavily falling to the ground, I
hear you but you can't
hear me, I can hear the desperate crying of a young
lady just been left by his
lover... her own tragedy, in a night full of tragedy.....
who is gonna miss, the
next time I will open my eyes, ears and soul to the
night?.......who... and
when.... just do not want to know.......... I'm merely
an infinitive wedge of
other thousand wedges of the mosaic, almost
undistin-guishable, just want to be
shadow of myself, waiting
for the next tiny ray of light..... waiting for my pain
to run away...
and never come back..... but sure she will.......
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