Il Solitario - Marlene Kuntz

Il solitario, in assenza di loquacit

Avvoltolato in un enigma

Siede pensoso al limite della realt

Accavallando le sue lungha gambe

Lo puoi notare perch un indecifrabile

Porta il suo sguardo negli accessi cosa non si sa

E li pervade di fascino;

Si tocca il mento e si schermisce alla gestualit

Di chi sta accanto e lo incomoda

Lo puoi giurare in sintonia con i fatti suoi

Quand’anche siano sostanzialmente guai

Perch nel suo mondo pace

Ed per questo che lui lo abita

Il solitario, in gran miseria di calorosit

Sta bene al largo di un dilemma che prima o poi avr

E non si chiede come tutta la faccenda finir

No: non si chiede come finir

E non si chiede se l’amore che non d

Si vestirebbe un giorno di fatalit

(Lo stesso amore che non prende

E che vestito a lutto a prenderlo verr;

Lo stesso amore che non prende

E che, bellissimo, a prenderlo verr)

The loner, in the absence of loquacity

Wrapped up in an enigma

He sits thoughtfully on the edge of reality

Crossing his long legs

You can notice it because it is indecipherable

Bring your gaze into the entrances what you don't know

And he pervades them with charm;

He touches his chin and shields himself from gestures

Of those who stand next to them and inconvenience them

You can swear it in tune with his business

Even when they are basically trouble

Because in his world there is peace

And that's why he lives there

The loner, in great misery of warmth

He is well off a dilemma that sooner or later he will have

And he doesn't wonder how the whole thing will end

No: he does not ask himself how it will end

And he doesn't ask himself if the love he doesn't give

He would dress up one day of fate

(The same love that doesn't take

And what a mourning dress will come to take him;

The same love that does not take

And that, beautiful, I will come to take it)