Gomma - Baustelle

Settembre spesso ad aspettarti

e giorni scarni tutti uguali

fumavo venti sigarette

e groppi in gola e secca sete di te

tue cartoline-condoglianze

«hello bastardo ci vediamo»

l’adolescenza che spedivi

sulle mie tenebre incestuose-osé

ed il futuro stava fuori

dalla new wave da liceale

così speravo di ammalarmi

o perlomeno che si infettassero i bar

Novembre mio facevi freddo

la fronte frigo il polso a zero

sporcare specchi era narcosi

«potrei scambiare i miei 'Le Ore' con te ?»

Tremavo un po' di doglie blu

e di esistenza inutile

vibravo di vertigine

di lecca-lecca e zuccheri

Vespe d’agosto in caldo sciame

per provinciali bagni al fiume

mi pettinavo un po' all’indietro

superficiali ricreative pietà

Sabato sera dentro un buco

e disco-gomma-americana

leccavo caramelle amare

e primavere già sfiorite con te

E già ti odiavo dal profondo

avevo piombo da sparare

se stereofonico posavo

d’imbarazzante giovinezza lamé

E fantascienza ed erezioni

che mi sfioravano le dita

tasche sfondate e pugni chiusi

«avrei bisogno di scopare con te»

Tremavo un po' di doglie blu

e di esistenza inutile

vibravo di vertigine

di lecca-lecca e zuccheri

September often waiting for you

and skinny days all the same

I smoked twenty cigarettes

and lumps in the throat and dry thirst for you

your postcards-condolences

"Hello bastard see you"

the adolescence you sent

on my incestuous-risque darkness

and the future was out

from high school new wave

so I was hoping to get sick

or at least that the bars become infected

My November you were cold

the fridge front the pulse at zero

smudging mirrors was narcosis

"Could I exchange my 'The Hours' with you?"

I was shaking a little in blue pains

and useless existence

I was vibrating with vertigo

of lollipops and sugars

August wasps in a warm swarm

for provincial river baths

I was combing my hair a little back

superficial recreational pity

Saturday night inside a hole

and disc-rubber-American

licked bitter candy

and springs already faded with you

And I already hated you from deep inside

I had lead to shoot

if stereophonic I posed

of embarrassing lamé youth

And science fiction and erections

that brushed my fingers

smashed pockets and closed fists

"I need to fuck with you"

I was shaking a little in blue pains

and useless existence

I was vibrating with vertigo

of lollipops and sugars