Yellow moons at nighttime, Through the window’s breach Down and then rise to reach Shining streets and flow sublime. Downtown trains are full. White pale girls hard try Their world discard shy And cross the light - pale and dull. They wave their hands - like crows Scatter - slow and grow around They follow unpleasant sound And see how grey all flows. Nothing will capture their heart. Like thorns are - without the rose. Oh, if I were the one they chose Happy, I would span the silent dark. I know that window, I know it's late I know the stairs and the doorway I stand by the light at the four-way I walk down past the gate and wait. Will I see you tonight? On a downtown train Among other girls again? Will I catch your dim sight? Of my dreams, you fall away. Alone, I am going nowhere. Following the moon's glare I lonely ride a downtown train. -------------- PS. " Downtown Train" is one of my favourite songs. Tom Waits’ voice, or Rod Stewart’s voice singing it, is a melod...
Ricordo il tuo corpo il tuo odore Massaggiavo i piedi e la carne Fra le mani mi dava tuo calore. Dove ora il corpo che ho lavato Degli occhi lo sguardo ora posa? È ingiusta storia che passi un corpo E della carne sol viva memoria. Carne animale che dà vita e gioia E insegna il patire e pone il fare. In memoria che a lui dentro vive Va il sangue suo e corre la storia Di un flusso eterno a sé mai tale.