Il dilemma - Giorgio Gaber

In una spiaggia poco serena

camminavano un uomo e una donna

e su di loro la vasta ombra di un dilemma.

L’uomo era forse pi?

audace

pi?

stupido e conquistatore

la donna aveva perdonato, non senza dolore.

Il dilemma era quello di sempre

un dilemma elementare

se aveva o non aveva senso il loro amore.

In una casa a picco sul mare

vivevano un uomo e una donna

e su di loro la vasta ombra di un dilemma.

L’uomo?

un animale quieto

se vive nella sua tana

la donna non si sa se ingannevole o divina.

Il dilemma rappresenta

l’equilibrio delle forze in campo

perch?

l’amore e il litigio sono le forme del nostro tempo.

Il loro amore moriva

come quello di tutti

come una cosa normale e ricorrente

perch?

morire e far morire

?

un’antica usanza

che suole aver la gente.

Lui parlava quasi sempre

di speranza e di paura

come l’essenza della sua immagine futura.

E coltivava la sua smania

e cercava la verit?

lei l’ascoltava in silenzio, lei forse ce l’aveva gi?.

Anche lui curiosamente

come tutti era nato da un ventre

ma purtroppo non se lo ricorda o non lo sa.

In un giorno di primavera

quando lei non lo guardava

lui rincorse lo sguardo di una fanciulla nuova.

E ancora oggi non si sa se era innocente come un animale

o se era come instupidito dalla vanit?.

Ma stranamente lei si chiese

se non fosse un’altra volta il caso

di amare e di restar fedele al proprio sposo.

Il loro amore moriva

come quello di tutti

con le parole che ognuno sa a memoria

sapevan piangere e soffrire

ma senza dar la colpa

all’epoca o alla Storia.

Questa voglia di non lasciarsi

?

difficile da giudicare

non si sa se?

cosa vecchia o se fa piacere.

Ai momenti di abbandono

alternavano le fatiche

con la gran tenacia che?

propria delle cose antiche.

E questo?

il sunto di questa storia

per altro senza importanza

che si potrebbe chiamare appunto resistenza.

Forse il ricordo di quel Maggio

gli insegn?

anche nel fallire

il senso del rigore, il culto del coraggio.

E rifiutarono decisamente

le nostre idee di libert?

in amore

a questa scelta non si seppero adattare.

Non so se dire a questa nostra scelta

o a questa nostra nuova sorte

so soltanto che loro si diedero la morte.

Il loro amore moriva

come quello di tutti

non per una cosa astratta

come la famiglia

loro scelsero la morte

per una cosa vera

come la famiglia.

Io ci vorrei vedere pi?

chiaro

rivisitare il loro percorso

le coraggiose battaglie che avevano vinto e perso.

Vorrei riuscire a penetrare

nel mistero di un uomo e una donna

nell’immenso labirinto di quel dilemma.

Forse quel gesto disperato

potrebbe anche rivelare

come il segno di qualcosa che stiamo per capire.

Il loro amore moriva

come quello di tutti

come una cosa normale e ricorrente

perch?

morire e far morire

?

un’antica usanza

che suole avere la gente.

On a not very serene beach

walked a man and a woman

and upon them the vast shadow of a dilemma.

Was the man perhaps more?

bold

pi?

stupid and conqueror

the woman had forgiven, not without pain.

The dilemma was the same as always

an elementary dilemma

whether or not their love made sense.

In a house overlooking the sea

lived a man and a woman

and upon them the vast shadow of a dilemma.

The man?

a quiet animal

if it lives in its lair

the woman is not known whether deceptive or divine.

The dilemma represents

the balance of forces in the field

why?

love and quarrel are the forms of our time.

Their love was dying

like everyone's

as a normal and recurring thing

why?

to die and to make to die

?

an ancient custom

what people usually have.

He almost always talked

of hope and fear

as the essence of the future image of him.

And he cultivated his craving

and he was looking for the truth?

she listened to it in silence, maybe she already had it.

Curiously he too

like everyone he was born from a womb

but unfortunately he doesn't remember it or doesn't know it.

On a spring day

when she wasn't looking at him

he chased the gaze of a new girl.

And even today it is not known whether he was innocent as an animal

or if he was dazed by vanity.

But strangely she wondered

if it weren't the case again

to love and remain faithful to your spouse.

Their love was dying

like everyone's

with the words that everyone knows by heart

they knew how to cry and suffer

but without blaming

at the time or history.

This desire not to break up

?

difficult to judge

do not know if?

old thing or if you like.

At moments of abandonment

they alternated their efforts

with the great tenacity that?

proper to ancient things.

And this?

the summary of this story

moreover without importance

which could be called resistance.

Perhaps the memory of that May

did you teach him?

even in failing

the sense of rigor, the cult of courage.

And they decisively refused

our ideas of freedom?

in love

they did not know how to adapt to this choice.

I don't know whether to say to this choice of ours

or to this new fate of ours

I only know that they killed themselves.

Their love was dying

like everyone's

not for an abstract thing

like family

they chose death

for a real thing

like family.

I would like to see more?

clear

revisit their path

the brave battles they had won and lost.

I wish I could penetrate

in the mystery of a man and a woman

in the immense labyrinth of that dilemma.

Perhaps that desperate gesture

it might as well reveal

as a sign of something we are about to understand.

Their love was dying

like everyone's

as a normal and recurring thing

why?

to die and to make to die

?

an ancient custom

what people usually have.