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Thursday, October 12, 2006 - ore 01:05

feels easier - not in my own language
(categoria: " Accadde Domani ")

The beach was the place i lived
the fisherman, the man i loved

in shallow water i stood and felt
the waves vibrate - calm once again
-no - it’s back - it comes!
said the voice of Viviane
and i could feel it, just like her
short after her, the lady of the lake
feel the rip in breathless wait.
Run or scream, i could both
-the choice was mine -
but only one, and one alone.
I was like fast
of feet and mind.
Stole breath from the run
gave it to my voice
cause i felt Viviane
only to me had spoken
(or had I simply – alone
bothered to hear).
I was thinking about the word
Courage
I stood screaming loud a word
tzunami.
And then run, on bird legs
run away – up to the hill
that’s too good to run to remember
the sea below, the beach
(the fishermen behind)
I had friends up there
in the traveling house
excited around the table
like scientists
in the wind and sands of mars.
I jumped through their window
and the sand took us away.

When it all was over
and the sea kept silent again
i left the house, not looking behind
and ran and ran till down.
I remember the path from the hill
to the beach, the sand
between my feet
under my feet
sliding down with me
down to the sea.
There were people on the beach
again
and new trees, and hutts
were there.
I felt happy
and sad
and stupid
and seeked and answer
(couldn’t find)
and cried in joy
and pain
in my fisherman’s
embrace.

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