LYRICS GAME

I dreamed of flying over his breaths

But I never saw the outlines of chimneys

Because many of my flights were just failed flights

Like the Wright brothers' first attempts

Some say he lives in myths and carries dreams to the crowds

That he taught us to watch the shapes, to keep time with the leaves

That he has huge skill in catching them

That he taught the moves to the paulownia fronds

Beware of dives and maneuvers along the route of the fleets of words

They come from the depths without ever saying where

They say he speaks through the comings and goings in the lakes of dust waves

Or in the beat of shutters exposed to the west

I trust those who can read the pollen lifted in the vortices

Yeah, without missing a trail

For me it's not an event, it's a concept

Or at least an element in concert

That sends the ships of meaning onto the rocks of his harmony

One day I saw him, on the coastline sprinkled with vines

A small house of stone and sheet metal, among lavender and olives

Down there submerged where the sun devours the ridges

I didn't feel cold anymore, I just had clearer, cleaner eyes

He moves the boats then walks into a bar that won't open today

The owner remembers his own father

How many times he'd read 'closed for mourning'

But he never imagined the day he'd write it

I suspect there's a life beyond death, I've got clues

But the proof, the addresses are missing

Because he eats everything, cannibalism

Vandalism like Wanna Marchi, Wanna-lism

He carries off the leaves, the bow and the rest of the staff

Blasting bridges and innocents, like the mafia

We all fly, willing or not

And we p*ss on our own feet unintentionally

Viral pollen carried in spirals

And Christ stops at Eboli 'cause he fears Ebola

And she fears leaving and stamps the salt on my tongue

She tries to cry, but I fear it's the wind, or she's faking

The beach ends up in my sangria granita

And it buries my body, like the police

But I feel at the center of the world as if the stars

Were other eyes on my skin

Here where every opposite coexists

He whistles among the pillars and your melodies

I stand on the edge of the crater

My hair looks like flags

Loose in the sun or proudly hung on a pole

Here they stand straight like an Amstaff's tail

Time goes by

Mellifluous like in a tub of molasses

My muse is fat, black and dressed in a kaftan

The animal climbs to her on its paws

Drooling 'cause the doing is hypnotizing

This puddle looks like a huge sea

When the breeze blows it comes from the Levant

And how many stars kill themselves for a thank-you?

Plenty, they pile together like in a cluster

So I ride Pegasus across the galaxies

Now that the jaws have taken off all the clamps

Since amazement has no end

A field of thistles and us stretched on the sleepers

On the hardships of my thirty-plus candles

You blow and the fire seems to reach the peaks

Don't put it out