Io dal mare - Claudio Baglioni

Saranno stati scogli di carbone dolce

Dentro il ferro liquefatto

Di una luna che squagliò un suo quarto

Come un brivido mulatto

O un bianco volar via di cuori pescatori

Acqua secca di un bel cielo astratto…

Chissà se c’erano satelliti o comete

In un’alba senza rughe

Larghe nuvole di muffa e olio

Appaiate come acciughe

O una vertigine di spiccioli di pesci

Nella luce nera di lattughe…

E io

Dal mare venni e amare mi stremò

Perché infiammare il mare non si può…

Aveva forse nervi e fruste di uragani

Scure anime profonde

Tra le vertebre di vetro e schiuma

Urla di leoni le onde

O tende di merletto chiuse su farine

Corpi caldi di sirene bionde…

Forse era morto senza vento nei polmoni

Graffio di cemento bruno

Barche stelle insonni a ramazzare

Nelle stanze di Nettuno

O turbini di sabbia fra le dune calve

Sulle orme perse da qualcuno…

E io

Dal mare ho il sangue e amaro rimarrò

Perché calmare il mare non si può…

I miei si amarono laggiù

In un agosto e un altro sole si annegò

Lingue di fuoco e uve fragole

Quando il giorno cammina ancora

Sulle tegole del cielo

E sembra non sedersi mai…

E innanzi al mare ad ansimare sto

Perché domare il mare non si può…

E come pietra annerirò

A consumare

A catramare

A tracimare

A fiumare

A schiumare

A chiamare

Quel mare che fu madre e che non so…

They must have been rocks of soft coal

Inside the liquefied iron

Of a moon that melted a quarter of it

Like a mulatto thrill

Or a white flying away of fishermen's hearts

Dry water of a beautiful abstract sky ...

Who knows if there were satellites or comets

In a wrinkle-free dawn

Large clouds of mold and oil

Pair like anchovies

Or a dizziness of peanuts of fish

In the black light of lettuce ...

And I

From the sea I came and loving exhausted me

Because you can't ignite the sea ...

Maybe she had hurricane nerves and whips

Deep dark souls

Between the glass and foam vertebrae

Lions scream at the waves

Or lace curtains closed on flours

Hot bodies of blonde mermaids ...

Maybe he had died with no wind in his lungs

Brown concrete scratch

Sleepless star boats brooming

In the rooms of Neptune

Or swirls of sand in the bald dunes

In the footsteps lost by someone ...

And I

From the sea I have blood and I will remain bitter

Because you can't calm the sea ...

Mine loved each other over there

In an August and another sun he drowned

Tongues of fire and strawberry grapes

When the day still walks

On the tiles of the sky

And it never seems to sit down ...

And I am panting in front of the sea

Because you can't tame the sea ...

And as a stone I will blacken

To consume

To tar

To overflow

To stream

To foam

To call

That sea that was a mother and that I don't know ...