Il sosia - Giorgio Gaber

Fuori c’era un bel cortile

Poi le grandi scale

E c’era il vento

E gli alberi di mele

Si fece notte

E un uomo della mia statura e della mia presenza

Mi conduceva in un’insenatura

Che a un certo punto diventava la mia stanza

Lì c’era tutta la mia vita

Che per la prima volta mi si rivelava

E c’era un grande specchio

Che indifferente mi duplicava

L’uomo della mia statura e della mia presenza

Forse troppo familiare

Forse troppo somigliante

Mi stava accanto e non faceva niente

Mi giunse la sua voce

Che assomigliava un po' alla mia

Ormai era più ingrata e senza sfumature

Con certe fastidiose intonazioni

Che sento a volte nelle mie registrazioni

Ma più che altro

Mi spaventò il suo volto

Tremendamente uguale al mio

Non ebbi più alcun dubbio

Quell’uomo ero senz’altro io

E allora io mi vidi

Così brutto e scoperto

Che fui preso dal terrore

E mi scoppiava il cuore

Come fosse un infarto

E lui rideva

E poi sputava l’aria

Con una calcolata cattiveria

E quella smorfia era la mia copia speculare

Così imbruttita e repellente

Da fare orrore

Odio il tuo viso che è la mia caricatura

Odio la tua voce che è la mia scimmiottatura

Odio l’arroganza della tua idiozia

Odio la tua stupida parola che è la mia

Ma lui restava immobile a guardare

Poi prese a parlare esageratamente adagio

Mi disse che era logico e normale

Che in quella notte di casuale sortilegio

Aveva avuto il privilegio

Di conoscere il male

Fuori non c’era più il cortile

Né le grandi scale

E nemmeno il vento

Né gli alberi di mele

Era come un sogno che svapora

Che quando lo racconti

Non riesci neanche a ricordarti

Fuori mi aspettavano altri sogni

Altri infarti

Outside there was a nice courtyard

Then the great stairs

And there was the wind

And the apple trees

Night fell

And a man of my stature and my presence

He took me to a cove

Which at one point became my room

There was my whole life

Which was revealed to me for the first time

And there was a large mirror

How indifferent he doubled me

The man of my stature and my presence

Maybe too familiar

Maybe too similar

He stood beside me and did nothing

His voice reached me

Which looked a bit like mine

By now she was more ungrateful and without nuances

With certain annoying intonations

That I hear sometimes in my recordings

But more than anything else

His face scared me

Tremendously the same as mine

I no longer had any doubts

That man was undoubtedly me

And then I saw myself

So ugly and uncovered

That I was seized with terror

And my heart was bursting

As if it were a heart attack

And he laughed

And then he spat out the air

With a calculated malice

And that grimace was my mirror copy

So ugly and repellent

To be horrifying

I hate your face which is my caricature

I hate your voice which is my ape

I hate the arrogance of your idiocy

I hate your stupid word which is mine

But he stood still and watched

Then he began to speak exaggeratedly slowly

He told me that he was logical and normal

That in that night of casual spell

He had had the privilege

To know evil

Outside there was no longer the courtyard

Nor the large stairs

Nor the wind

Nor the apple trees

It was like a dream evaporating

That's when you tell it

You can't even remember

Outside, other dreams awaited me

Other heart attacks