Saturday, December 18, 2010

Get Rid Of A Chest Infection

On Christmas Day

I do not care gifts, lights, atmosphere, tree, dinners with the relatives, fake cards. I do not want anything. I just wish more humanity and less superficial.
I let myself be lulled by the notes of this song that manages perfectly to give voice to my feelings.





Although I do not know and do not understand my language
today I want to write, because

this old world is dead and even though I've never seen
I feel like you too,
although we value coins
written down by a miserable reality,
us in this life
fallen petals from the same flower ...
If every time you forgive and believe in other

religions or have not yet found God, and yet I swear
,
sometimes with ferocity,
because you have lost your confidence, but
your blood burns like mine, even if you
convinced that love is the
most of the lying truth,
if you're still a prisoner of an error
you hurt ...

Merry Christmas,
unknown distant brother, I wish you a Merry Christmas

from my little Italian sky,

who hate you do not want to steal the future, make
good for evil,
Merry Christmas!

Although the war is on the air
and all around the world without borders
of freedom,

even if the poor are not that hungry and tricks,
surpluses in rich countries,
crumbs of generosity, a message arrives

even by people who every day helps those who can not make it,
for life reborn in a
a stable and universal heart ...

Merry Christmas [Merry Christmas!]
unarmed brother away,
I wish you a Merry Christmas [Merry Christmas!]
and the light of a wheat field,
not do it, do not throw
this dream within reach and
even if you turn off or change channels,
Merry Christmas!

Even without a job and without dignity,
even if you are filled with happiness, if this
notte, come per regalo,
ti ritrovi solo, dentro a un letto di ospedale,
buon Natale! [Buon Natale!]

A un secolo che muore,
buon Natale! [Buon Natale!]

Fratello non mollare mai, [Fratello non mollare mai,]
ma rincorri anche tu quella stella, [ma rincorri anche tu quella stella!]
la vita è una grande mamma che ti culla,
col suo alito immortale
e un oceano d'amore.

Anche senza l'albero
e i pacchetti da scartare,
anche senza tutta
questa festa artificiale,
fosse, come gli altri giorni,
il giorno più banale...

Buon Natale!

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