Virtuale - Luca Carboni

«Tu fai troppi disegnini»

Tu mi dici ed io vorrei

Trasformarti in un fumetto

E ti disegnerei

Alta, bassa, magra e grassa

Ogni volta come ti vorrei

Stratosferica e spaziale

Coi capelli blu

Voleresti sopra i grattacieli

E se anche poi cadessi giù

Non ti faresti mica male

Non piangeresti più

…e invece tu sei vera

Di fronte a me

Mangi una pera

E sputi via

I semi e ridi e piangi

E poi ti stanchi

E poi mi fai incazzare

E poi ti viene la malinconia

Poi ti verranno anche i capelli bianchi

E fino in fondo solo tu sai fino in fondo

Se sei veramente mia

O se stai vivendo una bugia

…Guardi troppo la TV

Tu mi dici ed io vorrei

Con la telecamera in video

Ti riprenderei

Coi tacchi alti sexy e sicura

Che ti muovi come una star

E la tua immagine al computer

Io elaborerei

Saresti eternamente bella

E non riuscirei ad afferrarti mai

E tu non invecchieresti

Non moriresti mai

E invece tu sei vera

Di fronte a me

Mangi una pera

E sputi via

I semi e ridi e piangi

E poi ti stanchi e poi ti incazzi

E poi ti scazzi e poi torna l’allegria

Poi mi abbracci

E mi prometti e non mantieni

E siamo nelle nostre mani

Siamo sempre a dirci che

«Saremo migliori da domani, da domani…»

Sa sei veramente mia

"You make too many drawings"

You tell me and I would like

Turn yourself into a comic

And I would draw you

Tall, short, thin and fat

As often as I would like you to

Stratospheric and spatial

With blue hair

You would fly over the skyscrapers

And even if I fall down

You wouldn't hurt yourself

You wouldn't cry anymore

… And instead you are real

In front of me

Eat a pear

And spit away

The seeds and laugh and cry

And then you get tired

And then you piss me off

And then you get melancholy

Then you will also get white hair

And all the way only you know all the way

If you are really mine

Or if you are living a lie

… You watch too much TV

You tell me and I would like

With the camera on video

I'd take you back

In high heels sexy and confident

That you move like a star

And your computer image

I would elaborate

You would be eternally beautiful

And I could never grab you

And you wouldn't get old

You would never die

But you are real

In front of me

Eat a pear

And spit away

The seeds and laugh and cry

And then you get tired and then you get angry

And then you get angry and then the joy returns

Then you hug me

And you promise me and you don't keep

And we are in our hands

We are always telling ourselves that

"We will be better from tomorrow, from tomorrow ..."

You know you are really mine