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WITCHED RAIN

I was born in a steel breeze

And a sickle shaped moon was my belt

I was born in a steel breeze

And nobody can guess what I felt

As a rain tear crying down I rode this wind just to the ground

So I grew up in a nowhere

Where the stones were the only rough flowers

Yeah in the middle of nowhere

With no sisters, no friends and no brothers

And I was nothing more than a little sand grain

All I had on my side was just my brain

Once I had a mommy

She was so fragrant, so sweet and so scared

Ooh once had a mommy

She told me want you be my little bird?

So I said mother stand me by, watch over my dreams and sing me a lullaby

And so time goes by confusing away your sweet trembling mind

Yeah time goes by blowing on me the scent of those days:

Wooden dogs, panda shirts, coldest hands…

Now you need my love and I gonna stay

I’m just like a witched rain

Pouring my tears over the living’s hell

Yeah a witched rain

Digging the stones, hitting the sacred bells

Cause you know you are mother of mine

As long as I stand, no one of us gonna die…

Not this way!

Grazie Korov_ev...

Per avermi pensato. Per averla scritta per me, ispirandoti al mio racconto. Per averla messa in musica e cantata. E per aver sublimato anche la figura di mia madre, che probabilmente una mente dolce l’ha avuta poche volte, e tutto il nostro rapporto. Sei stato tu, in questo caso, a guarire qualcosa di ferito e a trasformare una pioggia sporca in una taumaturgica pioggia stregata.

Peccato non riuscire a far ascoltare anche qui, il tuo magico blues.

15 LUGLIO

Buon viaggio, 

mamma...