Cantico dei drogati
For our English friends, I’m sharing the text, hoping the translation does justice to Faber:
I fired God, threw away a love
To build a void in my soul and heart
The words I say no longer have shape or accent
The sounds turn into a mute lament
While among naked others I crawl toward a fire
That lights up the ghosts of this obscene game
How will I tell my mother that I’m afraid?
Who will speak to me again of bright tomorrows
Where the mute will sing and the boring will be silent
When will I hear again the wind through the leaves
Whispering the silences that the evening gathers.
I who see nothing more than glass goblins
That spy on me ahead and laugh behind me
How will I tell my mother that I’m afraid?
Why haven’t they made big trash bins
For the days already used up for these and other evenings
And who, who will ever be the bouncer of the sun
Who pushes it every day onto the stage at early hours
And above all who and why put me in the world
Where I live my death with a terrible advance?
How will I tell my mother that I’m afraid?
When the rent expires on this foolish body
Then I’ll get my prize like a good grade
They will cite me as a warning to those who believe it’s beautiful
To play ball with one’s own brain
Trying to throw it beyond the set boundary
That someone has drawn at the edges of infinity
How will I tell my mother that I’m afraid?
You who listen to me, teach me an alphabet
Different from that of my cowardice.
For our English friends, I’m sharing the text, hoping the translation does justice to Faber:
I fired God, threw away a love
To build a void in my soul and heart
The words I say no longer have shape or accent
The sounds turn into a mute lament
While among naked others I crawl toward a fire
That lights up the ghosts of this obscene game
How will I tell my mother that I’m afraid?
Who will speak to me again of bright tomorrows
Where the mute will sing and the boring will be silent
When will I hear again the wind through the leaves
Whispering the silences that the evening gathers.
I who see nothing more than glass goblins
That spy on me ahead and laugh behind me
How will I tell my mother that I’m afraid?
Why haven’t they made big trash bins
For the days already used up for these and other evenings
And who, who will ever be the bouncer of the sun
Who pushes it every day onto the stage at early hours
And above all who and why put me in the world
Where I live my death with a terrible advance?
How will I tell my mother that I’m afraid?
When the rent expires on this foolish body
Then I’ll get my prize like a good grade
They will cite me as a warning to those who believe it’s beautiful
To play ball with one’s own brain
Trying to throw it beyond the set boundary
That someone has drawn at the edges of infinity
How will I tell my mother that I’m afraid?
You who listen to me, teach me an alphabet
Different from that of my cowardice.
Fratellone
25 may 10:43
DeRank ™: 30,00
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