umbertino Posted March 27, 2017 Report Share Posted March 27, 2017 Guccini's home address in the city of Bologna ( in the past) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
umbertino Posted March 27, 2017 Author Report Share Posted March 27, 2017 Incontro ( Encounter) And running she met me down the stairs almost nothing seemed to be changed in her to me. Then sadness enveloped us like honey for the time slipped on us. The sun going down already reddened the city before of us and now foreign and incredible and cold like an instant "deja vu" shadow of youth the fog was around us. Stable cars were looking us in silence, old walls were proposing new heroes. Ten years to tell each other, but sentences remained inside us "What do you do now? Do you remember...? Our times were beautiful! I have written you... It's one year... They told me you were still away" Then dinner at her home my new courtesy flatware coloured nostalgia. And sentences, like we were two olds, were running after time behind us. For the first time I saw those mirrors I understood pictures, ornaments and her parents. Our myths dead now, the discover of Hemingway, feeling new, things dreamed and now seen. My America and hers become in the way our city so sad. Papers and wind fly away at the station cold and lights on maybe for us there and finally in short her situation like a lot of our films. Like in a bad written book he killed himself in Christmas, but the sad story seemed to be absorbed by the dark. Poor friend who was telling ten year in few sentences and I (was telling) mine in one greeting. And I was thinking swung by the wagon "Dear friend, time takes and time gives. We always run in one direction, but who knows what is and what sense has! Timeless dreams remain, impressions of a moment, the lights of homes glimpsed in the darkness from a train. We are something that don't remain empty sentences in the head and the heart full of symbols. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
umbertino Posted March 27, 2017 Author Report Share Posted March 27, 2017 La Canzone Della Bambina Portoghese ( Little Portuguese Girl Song) And then, and then… people come here and tell you they already know each law of things. And everyone, you know, boast a blind pride about truths made of void formulas… And everyone, you know, can tell you how to do, which laws to respect, which rules to observe, what’s the true truth, and then… And then, everyone, withdrawn in a cell, tries to speak louder than others not to say that stars and death make you fear… In the sun warmth, the Portuguese little girl went down to the sea; there were no words, only sounds like surprised voices; only the sea and her first amaranth bikini, the nicest things and the delight of the warmth on her skin… The friends next to her seemed to be submerged by the voice of the sea… Were they dreams or were they visions, something seized her and she started to think. She felt she was a dot on the edge of a continent, she felt she was a nothing facing the immense Atlantic… And in that fact, she felt something great that she couldn’t understand, that she couldn’t grasp, that she had explained if she would have understood that endless ocean… But the warmth caught her, she felt herself dissolving and went to sleep. And she was alone in the sunlight, like in the hands of the future; only the sea remained, and her amaranth bikini… And then, and then… if you find yourself reminding you’ll realize that you don’t care at all, and you’ll understand that an evening, a season are like flashes, lights switched on and then off. And you’ll realize that the real ambiguity is the life we are living, is something that we call to be men… And then, and then… that the habit which will kill us won’t be smoking or drinking, but something you are carrying inside that is living, living and then, and then living and then, and then living… Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
umbertino Posted March 27, 2017 Author Report Share Posted March 27, 2017 La Canzone Dei Dodici Mesi ( 12 month song) Too bad I am unable to find an online translation of this one as lyrics are really good....I could do that myself but it's really long to translate.... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
umbertino Posted March 27, 2017 Author Report Share Posted March 27, 2017 L'Isola Non Trovata ( The un-found island) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
umbertino Posted March 27, 2017 Author Report Share Posted March 27, 2017 L' Orizzonte Di K.D. (K.D.'s horizon...Deborah Kooperman , his US GF in the past and also music collaborator) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
umbertino Posted March 27, 2017 Author Report Share Posted March 27, 2017 (edited) Canzone Per Un'Amica ( Song for a female friend....who died due to car accident) Translation The long road ran straight, the car was running fast the sweet summer had just begun, he was [sitting] next to her, smiling, he was [sitting] next to her, smiling. A hand gripped the steering wheel tightly, the engine was singing loudly you couldn't have known that Death was waiting for you that day, was waiting for you that day. You couldn't have known that Death [was there] when you're young it's strange to think that fate could come and lead you by the hand, could come and lead you by the hand. You couldn't have known, but how did you feel when the road turned upside down when the car went off the road and landed on another one, and landed on another one. You couldn't have known, but what did you think when the crash killed you when even the sky above crumbled when your life left you, when your life left you. Afterwards, silence only reigned among twisted metal. You were looking for life on the highway but Death met you, but Death met you. I'd like to know what good was living, loving, suffering spending all your days when you had to leave so soon, when you had to leave so soon. But I want to remember you as you used to be to think you're still alive I want to think you're still listening to me and that you're still smiling, as you used to, and that you're still smiling, as you used to. Edited March 27, 2017 by umbertino Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
umbertino Posted March 27, 2017 Author Report Share Posted March 27, 2017 Radici ( Roots) The house on the edge of night's [darkness], Stays obscure and silent. You breathe a clear and light air And you hear voices – maybe – from another epoch, And you hear voices – maybe – from another epoch… The house on the edge of memories, Always the same – as you can recall it, And you [must] search there your roots If you want to understand your [inner] soul, If you want to understand your [inner] soul… How many days and how many lives slipped away from you, Like the reaver streaming by you. You [house], you have seen my ancestors1 born and die, Slowly, day by day, And I, the last one, I ask you if you recognize in me A sign, a trace of every life2… Or if only I'm [trying to] search in you The answers to everything I haven't understood yet, The answers to everything I haven't understood yet… But it's useless to try to search for [the house's] words, The old store doesn't make a sound: Or [maybe] it talks like the world and like the sun, [Using] words that are too great [to be understood by] a man, [Using] words that are too great [to be understood by] a man. And you feel them inside – such bounds, The ancient rites and the myths from the past And you feel them inside like hands, But you do grasp their meaning no more, But you do grasp their meaning no more… But, is there [really] a meaning in what borned between your walls? Everything is dead and no-one ever known Or, [even] better, it makes no sense to wonder why, The more I ask and the less I know. And me, the last one, I ask you if it will be the same For another [man] coming after [me] – wanting to know –, And if this other one will find here The usual endless silence, The usual endless silence. The house it’s like a fullstop of memories, Your roots give you wisdom: And maybe this is the answer [I was looking for], And you feel a sense of sweetness, And you feel a sense of sweetness… 1. Emilia's old patriarchal rural families used to live in the same house for generations 2. Of life that lived in the very same house. So, if he's like some of his ancestors. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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