Certe cose - Amedeo Minghi

Dove vanno

non lo so

quelle cose che hai vissuto.

In un limbo sconosciuto

nella memoria alla deriva in noi.

E quei giorni colorati

i segreti confidati

certe voglie consumate…

Vaga un naviglio senza mta in te.

E nel disordine che sei

meglio non cadere mai.

Penso e ripenso

non mi raccapezzo pi !

Niente programmi

solo sentimento ormai,

stupidi drammi

Non li ricordiamo pi.

Solo certe piccole cose,

cose.

Stanno nella mente in attesa,

cose…

E di noi rimangono prese,

cose…

Non dimenticate pi,…

Tu sei sempre pensierosa

troppo spesso silenziosa.

Non c' niente da capire

vaga un naviglio senza mta in te.

E del disordine che sei,

meglio non sapere mai.

Resto sospeso

Quasi senza peso,

qui.

Fra le domande che

non devo farti mai.

Senza risposte

per non stare male pi.

Solo certe piccole cose,

cose…

Stanno nella mente in attesa

cose…

E di noi rimangono prese,

cose…,

non dimenticate pi…

Torneranno

e torneranno ancora

nell’amore che verr.

Senza programmi,

come grandi amici noi.

Posso informarmi:

tutto va,

come tu vuoi.

Ci crederesti?

E' per non lasciarci pi.

Fra le nostre piccole cose,

cose…

Stanno nella mente in attesa,

cose…

E di noi rimangono prese,

cose…

Fra le nostre piccole cose,

cose…

Solo certe piccole cose,

cose…

E' cos che poi vanno spese,

cose…

Non dimenticate le cose,

cose

Where are they going

I do not know

those things you've experienced.

In an unknown limbo

in the memory adrift in us.

And those colorful days

the secrets confided

certain cravings consumed ...

A ship wanders without mta in you.

And in the mess that you are

better never fall.

I think and think again

I do not understand anymore!

No plans

only feeling now,

stupid dramas

We don't remember them anymore.

Only certain little things,

what's this.

They are in the waiting mind,

what's this…

And they get caught up in us,

what's this…

Do not forget, ...

You are always thoughtful

too often silent.

There is nothing to understand

a ship wanders without mta in you.

And of the disorder that you are,

better never know.

I remain suspended

Almost weightless,

here.

Among the questions that

I never have to do you.

Without answers

not to feel bad anymore.

Only certain little things,

what's this…

They are in the waiting mind

what's this…

And they get caught up in us,

what's this…,

don't forget ...

They will come back

and they will come back again

in the love that will come.

Without programs,

as great friends we.

I can find out:

everything goes,

as you want.

Would you believe it?

It is to never leave us anymore.

Among our little things,

what's this…

They are in the waiting mind,

what's this…

And they get caught up in us,

what's this…

Among our little things,

what's this…

Only certain little things,

what's this…

That's how they go then,

what's this…

Don't forget things,

what's this