Hotel Dei Giorni Immobili - Roberto Vecchioni

All’hotel dei giorni immobili

Non brillano le stelle:

Qualche volta s’intravede appena

Il fondo della valle;

C'è un odore di salsedine

Ma il mare non si vede…

Dai sentieri che ci arrivano

Non ripartono più strade…

All’hotel dei giorni immobili

Da sempre c'è un soldato

Ma la guerra non spiegò

Se c’era morto o c’era nato;

E se c’era nato o morto

Non lo seppe mai il poeta

Che perdeva il tempo a chiedersi

Se un’entrata è anche un’uscita

E una notte innominabile

Ci transitò un mercante

E vendeva tutto a tutti

E tutti non avevan niente;

E vendeva per non piangere

Di non aver venduto

E le lacrime bagnavano

Sciupavano il broccato

Han mandato un messaggero

Forse arriva questa sera;

Passsa i monti, passa il gelo

Passa il tuono e la bufera;

Passa il fuoco dell’inferno

Con un foglio tra le mani;

Han mandato un messaggero

Forse arriverà domani

All’hotel dei giorni immobili

Ci venne anche un sovrano:

Ordinò, salì con comodo

Prese tutto il terzo piano:

E ci venne un accademico

Con un trucco madornale

Ma nel buio s’illuminarono

Solo gli angoli e le scale

E una notte senza nuvole

Si presentò un pensiero;

E si cominciò a distinguere

Buio falso e buio vero;

E una notte con le nuvole

Lì si smarrì un ricordo

E si continuò a confondere

L’apparenza di uno sguardo

S'è perduto il messaggero

S'è perduto sul confine

Tra il principio delle cose

E le cose della fine;

S'è perduto il messaggero

Col cavallo e con i cani

Tutto è ritornato nero

Dietro il grido dei gabbiani;

S'è perduto il messaggero

Con un foglio tra le mani:

Non arriverà stasera

Non arriverà domani

All’hotel dei giorni immobili

Nel sogno di una donna

Tutto è chiaro, tutto è limpido

La penombra non inganna;

E bastò guardarla un’attimo

Per leggerle nel cuore

Che lei già sapeva tutto

Prima ancora di sognare:

E fu finalmente giorno

Fu bambino e fu canzone

E fu gioia del ritorno

E fu «dormi», e fu persone;

E fu finalmente cielo

Con la luna e con le stelle

E fu finalmente mare

Con il vento e con le vele…

E fu subito chitarra

E fu abbraccio e fu ferita

E fu «guardami!»

e fu terra

E fu vivere e fu vita;

Così il giorno tornò giorno

E la notte fu la notte;

L’orizzonte all’orizzonte

E le stelle in cielo, tutte

At the hotel of the motionless days

The stars do not shine:

Sometimes it is barely glimpsed

The bottom of the valley;

There is a salty smell

But you can't see the sea ...

From the paths that reach us

There are no more roads ...

At the hotel of the motionless days

There has always been a soldier

But the war did not explain

If he was dead or born there;

And if he was born or died

The poet never knew

Who wasted time wondering

If an entrance is also an exit

And an unmentionable night

A merchant passed through it

And he sold everything to everyone

And they all had nothing;

And he was selling so as not to cry

Not having sold

And the tears bathed

They spoiled the brocade

They sent a messenger

Maybe it comes this evening;

Pass the mountains, pass the frost

Thunder and storm pass;

The fire of hell passes

With a sheet in his hands;

They sent a messenger

Maybe it will come tomorrow

At the hotel of the motionless days

There was also a ruler:

He ordered, went up comfortably

He took the whole third floor:

And there came an academic

With a great trick

But in the dark they lit up

Only the corners and stairs

And a cloudless night

A thought arose;

And we began to distinguish

False darkness and true darkness;

And a night with clouds

There a memory was lost

And the confusion continued

The appearance of a look

The messenger is lost

He got lost on the border

Between the principle of things

And the things of the end;

The messenger is lost

With horses and dogs

Everything went black again

Behind the cry of the seagulls;

The messenger is lost

With a paper in your hands:

It won't come tonight

It won't come tomorrow

At the hotel of the motionless days

In a woman's dream

Everything is clear, everything is clear

The twilight does not deceive;

And it was enough to look at it for a moment

To read them in the heart

That she already knew everything

Before even dreaming:

And it was finally day

He was a child and he was a song

And it was the joy of the return

And it was "sleep", and it was people;

And it was finally heaven

With the moon and the stars

And it was finally sea

With the wind and the sails ...

And it was immediately guitar

And it was a hug and she was hurt

And it was "look at me!"

and it was earth

And it was living and it was life;

So the day turned day

And the night was the night;

The horizon on the horizon

And the stars in the sky, all of them