Avrei voluto trarne un testo per le “Songs in words”, ma non ci sono riuscito. Troppe foto viaggiavano nella mia testa. Troppi sguardi a lacerarmi il cuore, troppe memorie di me e Lei, di quel noi che eravamo, di tutto quel futuro scritto sulle mani e raccontato a sguardi. C’era Ostuni, la città bianca, c’era barcellona, c’erano le terme, c’era il sushi, c’era casa mia, c’era casa sua, c’eravamo noi, in quelle mille foto.
Ed ora in mente mi si stampa quella foto dove lei era così tremendamente bella. Dove il sole, in quel parco di milano, cadeva al tramonto dietro lei, e lei, leggermente appoggiata a quel piccolo ponticiello sopra un rivolo d’acqua, ed io a guardarla, ad amarla con tutto quanto avrei potuto immaginare d’avere. C’erano i tamburi quel giorno. C’era lei nell’immagine e noi nella cornice. C’era quel plurale, quell’insieme che sapeva raccontare più cose di ogni singola persona.
Perchè da solo puoi vedere, ma in due puoi immaginare.[The Cure – Pictures of you]
i’ve been looking so long at these pictures of you
that i almost believe that they’re real
i’ve been living so long with my pictures of you
that i almost believe that the pictures are
all i can feel
remembering
you standing quiet in the rain
as i ran to your heart to be near
and we kissed as the sky fell in
holding you close
how i always held close in your fear
remembering
you running soft through the night
you were bigger and brighter and whiter than snow
and screamed at the make-believe
screamed at the sky
and you finally found all your courage
to let it all go
remembering
you fallen into my arms
crying for the death of your heart
you were stone white
so delicate
lost in the cold
you were always so lost in the dark
remembering
you how you used to be
slow drowned
you were angels
so much more than everything
hold for the last time then slip away quietly
open my eyes
but i never see anything
if only i’d thought of the right words
i could have held on to your heart
if only i’d thought of the right words
i wouldn’t be breaking apart
all my pictures of you
looking so long at these pictures of you
but i never hold on to your heart
looking so long for the words to be true
but always just breaking apart
my pictures of you
there was nothing in the world
that i ever wanted more
than to feel you deep in my heart
there was nothing in the world
that i ever wanted more
than to never feel the breaking apart
all my pictures of you
Ed ora in mente mi si stampa quella foto dove lei era così tremendamente bella. Dove il sole, in quel parco di milano, cadeva al tramonto dietro lei, e lei, leggermente appoggiata a quel piccolo ponticiello sopra un rivolo d’acqua, ed io a guardarla, ad amarla con tutto quanto avrei potuto immaginare d’avere. C’erano i tamburi quel giorno. C’era lei nell’immagine e noi nella cornice. C’era quel plurale, quell’insieme che sapeva raccontare più cose di ogni singola persona.
Perchè da solo puoi vedere, ma in due puoi immaginare.[The Cure – Pictures of you]
i’ve been looking so long at these pictures of you
that i almost believe that they’re real
i’ve been living so long with my pictures of you
that i almost believe that the pictures are
all i can feel
remembering
you standing quiet in the rain
as i ran to your heart to be near
and we kissed as the sky fell in
holding you close
how i always held close in your fear
remembering
you running soft through the night
you were bigger and brighter and whiter than snow
and screamed at the make-believe
screamed at the sky
and you finally found all your courage
to let it all go
remembering
you fallen into my arms
crying for the death of your heart
you were stone white
so delicate
lost in the cold
you were always so lost in the dark
remembering
you how you used to be
slow drowned
you were angels
so much more than everything
hold for the last time then slip away quietly
open my eyes
but i never see anything
if only i’d thought of the right words
i could have held on to your heart
if only i’d thought of the right words
i wouldn’t be breaking apart
all my pictures of you
looking so long at these pictures of you
but i never hold on to your heart
looking so long for the words to be true
but always just breaking apart
my pictures of you
there was nothing in the world
that i ever wanted more
than to feel you deep in my heart
there was nothing in the world
that i ever wanted more
than to never feel the breaking apart
all my pictures of you
Andrea (sdl)
