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#Emozioni
To follow with the eyes a heron over the river and then
to find yourself flying.
And to happily lie down on the grass to listen to
a subtle sorrow.
And at night to scan the hill to discover
where the sun goes to sleep.
To ask yourself why when sadness falls
at the bottom of the heart
like snow it makes no noise.
And to drive like a madman with headlights off in the night
to see
if it’s really so difficult to die.
And to clench the hands to hold on to
something that
is inside me
but in your mind, it is not.
You cannot understand.
Call them, if you want:
emotions.
Call them, if you want:
emotions
To got out into the heath in the morning
where you aren’t able see a step ahead of you
to look for yourself.
To talk, more or less, with a fisherman
for hours and hours
to not feel that something inside of you is dying.
And to cover with soil a little green plant
hoping that one day
a red rose will bloom.
And to punch out someone
because he was a bit discorteous
knowing that what really burns are not the offences.
And to close the eyes to hold on to
something that
is inside me
but in your mind, it is not.
You cannot understand.
Call them, if you want:
emotions.
Call them, if you want:
emotions.
Lucio Battisti -
Understanding and describing emotions is not easy, I think, very often, everyone has tried to describe emotions to others, but it is difficult to convey them ...
Surely the translation loses a lot,
I tried to find the best one, just to get in the way of words
and do not let out my friends who do not know Italian....
Thanks for your recent visits, favorites, comments and invitations. I go slow, but everything is very much appreciated, as always....
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#Emozioni
To follow with the eyes a heron over the river and then
to find yourself flying.
And to happily lie down on the grass to listen to
a subtle sorrow.
And at night to scan the hill to discover
where the sun goes to sleep.
To ask yourself why when sadness falls
at the bottom of the heart
like snow it makes no noise.
And to drive like a madman with headlights off in the night
to see
if it’s really so difficult to die.
And to clench the hands to hold on to
something that
is inside me
but in your mind, it is not.
You cannot understand.
Call them, if you want:
emotions.
Call them, if you want:
emotions
To got out into the heath in the morning
where you aren’t able see a step ahead of you
to look for yourself.
To talk, more or less, with a fisherman
for hours and hours
to not feel that something inside of you is dying.
And to cover with soil a little green plant
hoping that one day
a red rose will bloom.
And to punch out someone
because he was a bit discorteous
knowing that what really burns are not the offences.
And to close the eyes to hold on to
something that
is inside me
but in your mind, it is not.
You cannot understand.
Call them, if you want:
emotions.
Call them, if you want:
emotions.
Lucio Battisti -
Understanding and describing emotions is not easy, I think, very often, everyone has tried to describe emotions to others, but it is difficult to convey them ...
Surely the translation loses a lot,
I tried to find the best one, just to get in the way of words
and do not let out my friends who do not know Italian....
Thanks for your recent visits, favorites, comments and invitations. I go slow, but everything is very much appreciated, as always....
All rights reserved. Image can not be inserted in blogs, websites or any other form, without my written permission.