Vivere vivere - Amedeo Minghi

Alti i papaveri

e Piccola Tu,

edere e piovere il pianto vien gi,

la casetta che un pinco pallino

un bel giorno incendi.

Gi mi sentivo lontano da Te

e gi qualcuno

soffriva per me.

Cantava ma soffriva

e Tu eri piccola cos.

E belle macchine e brutte vie,

ci si svegliava e

non c’era pi

qualcuno.

Vivere, vivere

arrivano i nostri

ed ero piccolo cos.

E la Luna mentre arrossiva,

mi parl di Te.

Vivere vivere

e come bruciava

quella meglio giovent:

i giganti, poveri Cristi,

firmamenti dolci e violenti

e tristi quegli sceriffi

sotto il sole di mezzogiorno

che scottava gatte sul tetto,

e piaceva calda la vita.

Calda e dolce,

sopra l’amara terra che trem.

Alti i papaveri

e piccolo io,

tu che studiavi il per come

e perch,

la tua bocca potesse

un bel giorno

intontire anche me.

Gi mi sentivo perduto

cio

s’era gi perso qualcuno per Te.

E Tu,

piacevi a troppi

e Tu piacevi troppo a me.

Su belle macchine e brutte vie

ci si svegliava e non c’era pi

qualcuno.

Vivere vivere,

arrivano i nostri:

sar piccolo o mai pi?

E la Luna era vicina

ma non eri Tu.

Vivere, vivere

e come bruciava

troppo acerbo il cuore mio.

Per le belle povere stelle,

classi miste

miste d’orgoglio e tremarelle

e campanelle

marmellate nelle cartelle.

E biglietti e fogli volanti

era Amore,

mica uno scherzo.

Che ti squadra,

dopo t’incarta

e ti porta via.

Vivere vivere

la vita mia,

piccole camere ed amarsi cos.

Certi d’essere al mondo,

contenti di amarsi cos

Tall poppies

and Little You,

the tears come down and rain,

the little house that a pinco pallino

one fine day fires.

I already felt far from You

and already someone

he suffered for me.

He sang but suffered

and You were so small.

And beautiful cars and ugly roads,

she woke us up and

there was no more

someone.

Live, live

ours arrive

and I was so small.

And the moon as it blushed,

he spoke to me of You.

Live live

and how it burned

the best youth:

the giants, poor Christs,

sweet and violent firmaments

and sad those sheriffs

under the midday sun

that burned cats on the roof,

and liked the warm life.

Warm and sweet,

above the bitter earth that trembled.

Tall poppies

and baby me,

you who studied the for how

and why,

your mouth could

a great day

numb me too.

I already felt lost

that is

someone had already been lost for you.

And you,

too many liked you

and You liked me too much.

On beautiful cars and bad roads

we woke up and was gone

someone.

Live live,

ours arrive:

will I be small or never more?

And the Moon was near

but it wasn't You.

Live, live

and how it burned

my heart is too sour.

For the beautiful poor stars,

mixed classes

mixed with pride and trembling

and bells

jams in the folders.

And tickets and flying papers

it was love,

not a joke.

Who squares you,

after you wrap it

and takes you away.

Live live

my life,

small rooms and love each other like that.

Sure of being in the world,

happy to love each other like this