Oratore - Alan Sorrenti

Sulla strada della pioggia

Lui prendeva a calci l’acqua

Un velo rosso moriva

Danzando, ai suoi piedi

Il buio di rosso macchiava

Il cielo e sull’asfalto vegliava

Una finestra di ferro

Una croce di legno, per un uomo solo

E tu che solo cammini sull’acqua

Sogni inseguendo

Misterioso il tuo viso

Per vetrine smeraldo

In un boulevard a Saint-Germaine

Il San Bernardo fresco di latte

Regala parole in un cofanetto da re

In cambio di altre, altre parole

In cambio del solito panino del giorno

E il sole ci stava osservando

Dall’altro capo dell’autostrada

Mentre tu, oratore, parlavi

Invito tutta la gente

A mangiare collane

E succhio al sole mio amico

L’ultimo caldo respiro

Canto e gioco con gli occhi

E ho di fronte la strada

Che mi parla e mi ricorda

Le pietre rimosse nella vendemmia

E il vino che ho raccolto

Oggi io l’offro a mia madre

Che un giorno da una finestra di sole

Ha offerto me al mondo

E il sole ci stava osservando

Dall’altro capo dell’autostrada

Mentre tu, oratore, parlavi

On the road of rain

He kicked the water

A red veil was dying

Dancing at his feet

The dark red stained

The sky and the asphalt kept watch

An iron window

A wooden cross, for one man only

And you who only walk on water

Dreams chasing

Your face is mysterious

For emerald showcases

On a boulevard in Saint-Germaine

The fresh milk Saint Bernard

Gift words in a king's box

In exchange for other, other words

In exchange for the usual sandwich of the day

And the sun was watching us

On the other end of the highway

While you, speaker, were speaking

I invite all the people

To eat necklaces

And I suck in the sun my friend

The last warm breath

I sing and play with my eyes

And I face the road

That speaks to me and reminds me

The stones removed in the harvest

And the wine I collected

Today I offer it to my mother

What a sunny day from a window

She offered me to the world

And the sun was watching us

On the other end of the highway

While you, speaker, were speaking