Lettere dal delirio

Forse...Io...

"I cannot follow you, my love,
you cannot follow me.
I am the distance you put between
all of the moments that we will be.
You know who I am,
you've stared at the sun,
well I am the one who loves
changing from nothing to one.

Sometimes I need you naked,
sometimes I need you wild,
I need you to carry my children in
and I need you to kill a child.

You know who I am...

If you should ever track me down
I will surrender there
and I will leave with you one broken man
whom I will teach you to repair.

You know who I am...

I cannot follow you, my love,
you cannot follow me.
I am the distance you put between
all of the moments that we will be.

You know who I am... "

Cohen

E forse...sono io quella che tieni...nella tua tasca...per un giorno intero...o per un attimo...lasciando scorrere le tue dita...sulla mia schiena...assaporandone la pelle...ed i rilievi...soffermandoti...per sapermi ancora...forse sono io...quella che ti chiede il tempo di guardarti...e che ti chiede di pensarla ...quando più piove...e l'immagine si dissolve in mille rivoli...

Si...Forse...Io...