La foresta - Amedeo Minghi

Ed il giorno alfine si arrest

la sorpresa mi rub d’improvviso

fra la luce ed il buio,

solamente un attimo.

Poi, la foresta mi parl

la sua voce si confuse

in un silenzio cos nuovo,

che non conoscevo ancora.

Le mani sopra gli occhi

ma adesso a chi potevo mai nascondere

che solo io non ero stato mai.

Tremai.

E le parole non le so,

scelsi un modo per convincermi

che il mondo era l, ancora l

ancora ad un passo.

E quando il giorno mi svegli

dei suoi colori mi vest,

e non c’era il tempo di pensare:

mi sentivo correre e la foresta

mi cap.

E coi rami, come mani,

mi spingeva mi rialzava piano,

e io correvo.

E pioveva fango su di me

e mi sentivo libero,

pi libero: pulito.

E pioveva fango su di me,

eppure ero libero,

pi libero,

pulito.

And the day finally stopped

surprise suddenly stole from me

between light and dark,

just a moment.

Then, the forest spoke to me

his voice became confused

in such a new silence,

that I didn't know yet.

Hands over the eyes

but now who could I ever hide from

that only I had never been.

I trembled.

And I don't know the words,

I chose a way to convince myself

that the world was there, still there

still one step away.

And when the day wakes me up

of the colors of him dressed me,

and there was no time to think:

I felt like running and the forest

understood me

And with branches, like hands,

pushed me up slowly,

and I ran.

And it was raining mud on me

and I felt free,

freer: clean.

And it rained mud on me,

yet I was free,

more free,

cleaned up.