Ho avuto l’ opportunità di passare all’ora legale distante dalla città, lontano dal suo rumore visivo. Ho spento la musica che tengo sempre accanto e ho lasciato che parlasse il bosco con tutte le vite che custodisce.
Il buio era rotto solo dalla luna che stava per divenire piena. L’odore della legna umida penetrava attraverso le fibre di una camicia, la stessa che indosso proprio adesso mentre stò scrivendo a Genova. Il detersivo e l’ammorbidente le hanno tolto un po’ di  verità.
Le città oggi tendono ad assomigliarsi le une alle altre come  le camicie esposte nelle  vetrine delle vie del centro.
Aspetto di poter tornare ad una di quelle notti dove l’oscurità  si attende  come il momento per la preghiera.

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Moon in June

Words and music by Robert Wyatt

On a dilemma between what I need and what I just want
Between your thighs I feel a sensation
How long can I resist the temptation ?
I’ve got my bird, you’ve got your man
So who else do we need, really ?

Now I’m here, I may as well put my other hand in yours
While we decide how far to go and if we’ve got time to do it now
And if it’s half as good for you as it is for me
Then you won’t mind if we lie down for a while, just for a while
Till all the thing I want is need
Till all the thing I want is need

I want you more than ever now
We’re on the floor, and you want more, and I feel almost sure
That cause now we’ve agreed, that we got what we need
Then all the thing us needs is wanting

I realized when I saw you last
We’ve been together now and then
From time to time – just here and there
Now I know how it feels from my hair to my heels
To have you on the horns of my dilemma
– Oh ! Wait a minute ! –

Over – Up – Over – Up – … Down
Down – Over – Up – Over – … Up

Living can be lovely, here in New York State
Ah, but I wish that I were home
And I wish I were home again – back home again, home again
There are places and people that I’m so glad to have seen
Ah, but I miss the trees, and I wish that I were home again
Back home again
The sun shines here all summer
Its nice cause you can get quite brown
Ah, but I miss the rain – ticky tacky ticky
And I wish that I were home again – home again, home again…
Living is easy here in New York State
Ah, but I wish that I were home again

Just before we go on to the next part of our song
Let’s all make sure we’ve got the time
Music-making still performs the normal functions –
background noise for people scheming, seducing, revolting and teaching
That’s all right by me, don’t think that I’m complaining
After all, it’s only leisure time, isn’t it ?

Now I love your eyes – see how the time flies
She’s learning to hate, but it’s just too late for me
It was the same with her love
It just wasn’t enough for me
But before this feeling dies
Remember how distance can tell lies !

You can almost see her eyes, is it me she despises or you ?
You’re awfully nice to me and I’m sure you can see what her game is
She sees you in her place, just as if it’s a race
And you’re winning, and you’re winning
She just can’t undertsand that for me everything’s just beginning
Until I get more homesick
So before this feeling dies, remember how distance tells us lies.

Singing a song in the morning
Singing it again at night
Don’t really know what I’m singing about
But it makes me feel all right

 

Luna in Giugno…quante volte questa "canzone" assieme a Sea Song sempre di R.Wyatt ha fatto da colonna sonora alle mie scorribande fotografiche…..