SEE CARA
See dear,
is difficult to explain, it is
difficult to speak of the ghosts of a mind. See
dear,
all I can say is that I change a little each day '
is that they are different. See
dear,
sometimes in the sky like a kite in the wind
which then fall to the ground. See
dear,
hard to explain, it is difficult to understand if you did not already
. See
dear,
certain crises I am only a sign of something inside that is screaming to get out
. See
dear,
some days are a year, certain phrases are nothing
you do not need to hear. See
dear,
the seasons and the smiles that are money due to van spent
property. See
dear,
hard to explain, it is difficult to understand if you did not already
.
do not understand when I try one night in an atmosphere of mystery
it is difficult to grasp. When
laugh without moving my face, without a cry when I cry
when in fact I would scream. When I dream
behind phrases of songs, behind books and kites, behind what
that will not be. See
dear,
hard to explain, it is difficult to understand if you did not already
.
do not regret all that you gave me, who am I who created
and I could do it again now.
Although all my time with you because I do not forget
this time still lasts.
look no reason in a face, a name
the passion that makes me far now. See
dear,
hard to explain, it is difficult to understand if you did not already
.
You are very pretty and even if you do not see the
distance that is between my thoughts and yours.
You are everything, but everything is still just that, you're paying your game and you already
what you want.
I try again, and so do not panic when you hear
flees away the dream, I'm staying here.
Be glad the party that you have, you do what I
by those who blame no one knows. Search inside
order to understand what I feel, to feel that what I'm trying
is not new,
freedom! See
dear,
hard to explain, it is difficult to understand if you did not already.
FAREWELL
and smiled, and knew your smile with twenty years' brought the case, wearing a sweater
as pie on a pair of jeans;
as you feel the urge to live that
breaks a day and does not explain why:
rocked a thought or a love that is born and you do not know what it is.
long days between yesterday and tomorrow, strange days,
to wonder all day cos' era, see each other every night, every night
go on to get my funny with that ram Eastern
every night, a dance step, step
the stairs and hear your footsteps coming, the clink of your good humor,
when you opened the door a smile every time I entered the heart.
Then down at the bar where we meet, our alcove
was so able to speak, watching us play,
among friends who laugh and play around the tables full of wine, religion
pull the late morning and wait;
then one night you left to take you away, just the two of us in the fog and sentinel
the sleeping city was never so beautiful.
living was easy then every hour,
guitars and fleeting flashes of stories, loves birds of prey,
and every night a fantasy come up as good children of the 'new era,
every night seemed to call to life a try. But
amazed and happy that he was born we discovered something deeper, it seemed
d 'have found the secret key of the world.
It was not easy taking care of yourself, stay together or think
d 'have a future and stay away;
both to wonder: "Who is it?" In everything is a constant thought, a thought
shiny and hard as a diamond and every night let
take us away from a 'full emotion, not learned:
reunion was like being reborn again.
But every story has its conclusion, the same illusion,
sin was to believe a special ordinary story.
Now time will wear and it crushes every passing day running
seems ironic that penetrate and mocking look at us.
And indeed those heroes are no longer prepared to deal with each undertaking;
are only two leaves clinging to a branch on hold.
"The Triangle Tingles and plays the trumpet slow" ...
Farewell, and forgive me if I do not think I took away a bit of 'summer
with something as fragile as the stories go:
perhaps once could move you, but now I think it is useless, because
whenever you laugh or cry do not cry and laugh with me ...
Francesco Guccini
