Haphazard words



Haphazard Words (Mauro Pagani, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZgCUyFNQgAI)

What is up
an airplane and five clouds
a radio that’s playing
they just sing
haphazard words

At my place
unstable balance
on this side
of my window

They tremble, those pages
with music in the corners
those hands are too beautiful
but what is it
that keeps amazing us and makes us cry
until we swerve
what is that
what is that
that no longer leaves us

But what is it?
that gets us confused
and drags us away
and that makes us bleed
but what’s that, what is that?
that we can find no more.


Parole a caso (Mauro Pagani)

Cosa c'è
un aeroplano e cinque nuvole
una radio accesa
cantano
parole a caso

Qui da me
un equilibrio instabile
al di qua
della mia finestra

Tremano le pagine
la musica negli angoli
le mani troppo belle
ma cos' è
che ci stupisce e ci fa piangere
fino a sbandare
che cos' è
che cos' è
che non ci passa più

Ma cos'è
che ci confonde
e ci trascina via
e che ci fa sanguinare
ma cos' è che cos' è
che non si trova più.

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