Naso di falco
Fu il sogno di volare solitario
la' dove soltanto il falco va
ma era ancora incerto come un pulcino bagnato
in cerca di tornar nel guscio
appena nato
e di quel falco cacciator di stelle
pur non avendo le ali mai
gli venne naso e gambe a guadagnare un ramo sospeso
e gli occhi andavano lontano
e senza peso
perche' crescono i capelli
come l'erba sopra le campagne
e se i pesci ed i coralli
hanno mai veduto le montagne
chi colora una farfalla
e se stanno le isole a galla
perche' il cielo e' cosi' azzurro
quando l'aria e' trasparente e non si tocca
se le stelle fanno un carro
se la luna ha veramente occhi naso e bocca
se l'inferno non esiste
non e' anche dentro me
naso di falco
a becco in su
sull'albero piu' alto
guarda laggiu'
chi ha ingannato il cielo ad Ustica
chi ha imbiancato Medelin
chi ha negato gia' Timisoara
mille aghi nella mente e niente mai risposte
se ci fossero due soli
che cosi' sarebbe sempre giorno
perche' pure gli animali
non si fanno un fuoco e stanno intorno
l'acqua non si puo' tagliare
e se e' maschio o femmina il mare
se si puo' scavare un pozzo
fino al centro della terra e che si trova
e il mio cuore di ragazzo
perche' batte e se mai battera' una guerra nuova
se i cavalli delle giostre
corrono le praterie
naso di falco
a becco in su
e il tempo e' freccia e arco
e soldato blu
chi ha insozzato il vento a Chernobyl
chi ha assetato Napoli
chi ha schiacciato i cuori dell'Heysel
mille aghi nella mente e niente mai risposte
(Naso
di falco)
si e' fatto grande il piccolo guerriero
(a becco in su)
legni inarcati non ci son
piu'
(il tempo e' freccia ed
arco)
da cavalcare sul sentiero
del sole
(e non torna piu')
e del serpente contadino
(cuore all'assalto)
fu il sogno di volare
solitario
(a becco in su' lassu')
la' dove solo c'e' verita'
(di un albero piu' in
alto)
incerto come un uomo che
si e' perduto
(di tutto il blu)
e cerca di tornare
indietro
(per salire lassu')
dove un sogno e' ancora
libero
(per salire piu' su')
l'aria non e' cenere
(per salire piu' su')
la mia casa e' sopra un
albero
(per salire piu' su')
nelle strade ci si perde
in cielo e in mare no
(per risalire lassu' di salire lassu')
dove un sogno e' ancora libero
(per risalire lassu' di salire lassu')
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Hawk nose
It
was the dream of flying alone
there, where only the
hawk goes
but he was still
hesitating like a wet birdie
looking for going back to
his eggshell
just born
and of that hawk, of that
star hunter
although he never had the
wings
he had the same nose and legs to conquer a
suspended tree branch
and his eyes running away
and weightless
Why does our hair grow
just like grass in the
countryside
and who knows if fishes
and corals
have ever seen the
mountains
who does paint a butterfly
and who knows if islands
stay afloat
Why is the sky so blue
while the air is
transparent and can’t be touched
if stars do form a
carriage
if the moon truly has got
eyes, a nose and a mouth
and if the infinity does
exist
isn’t it also
inside me?
Hawk nose
with his beak upwards
on the highest tree
is looking downwards
Who was the one who
kidded Ustica’s sky
who was the one who
whitened Medellin
who was the one who
already denied Timisoara
A thousand needles in my
mind but never an answer.
If there were two suns
so that it could be
always daylight
and why the animals, too
don’t make a
fire and stay around it
water can’t be
cut
and if the sea is a male
or a female being
if we can dig a well
reaching the centre of
earth, and what can be found there
and my boyish heart
why it’s
beating, and will it ever beat a new war
if the horses of the
catherine wheels
do run over the prairies
Hawk nose
with his beak upwards
and time is arrow and bow
and blue soldier
Who was the one who
stained Chernobyl’s wind
who was the one who made
Naples thirsty
who was the one who
trampled over the Heysel Stadium’s hearts
A thousand needles in my
mind but never an answer.
(“Hawk
nose”)
the little warrior has
grown up
(“with his beak
upwards”)
there aren’t
arched wooden branches anymore
(“time is arrow
and bow”)
to gallop astride, along
the path of the sun
(“and it never
goes back”)
and of the peasant snake
(“with my heart
on an assault”)
it was the dream of
flying alone
(“with his beak
upwards”)
there, where there is the
only truth
(“on the
highest tree”)
uncertain, like a man who
lost himself
(“of all the
blue”)
and is trying to come back
(“in order to
climb up there”)
where the dream is still
free
(“in order to
climb higher”)
and the air is not cinder
(“in order to
climb higher”)
my own home is over a tree
(“in order to
climb higher”)
in the streets you lose
yourself,
but you don’t do that in the sky and in the sea
(“in order to
climb again up there”)
where the dream is still
free
(“in order to
climb up there”)…
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