Enrico Ruggeri - Il Mare D'Inverno ( Sea in winter)

[umbertino]

 

 

Due explanation: For us Italians the idea of seaside-vacationing is strictly associated with the summer season... Out of that it's not really that hot weather...I know you guys in the States can consider going to sea almost in every period of the year  ( Florida, California etc)

 

For us here it's different.....So the thought of the sea in winter is strange to us.....Kind of sad too....Most hotels are closed in winter...Usually tourist season is  : end of April - end of September on the north Adriatic coast ( most popular spot for families and also young folks...main tourist destinations there are Rimini, Riccione, Cattolica etc)...I used to go there myself as a kid / boy with parents......

 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rimini

 

 

 

 

 

 

The sea in winter
is just a movie in black and white seen on TV.
And inward,
some cloud from the sky going down.
Wet sand,
a letter that the wind is taking away,
invisible points chased by dogs,
tired whirls of old  seagulls.
And me  staying  here looking  for a cafe..

The sea in winter
is a concept  thought does not consider .
It 's barely modern,
it's something that no one ever wants.
Hotels closed,
advert posters already worn out

cars trace grooves on roads
where rain does not fall in the summer
And I can not even talk to myself.

Sea .... nobody ever comes here to drag me away.
Sea .... nobody ever comes here to keep us company.
Sea ... I can not stand seeing you like this because
this wind stirs me too,
stirs me too.

 

 the cold weather will come to pass
and the beach will slowly  acquire color
The radio and the newspapers
and meaningless music will spread '.
New adventures,
lit-up nightclubs full of lies.
But around evening, a strange concert
and a  beach  umbrella that stays open.
I dive  perplexed into already lived moments.

Sea .... nobody ever comes here to drag me away.

Sea .... nobody ever comes here to keep us company.
Sea .... I can not stand seeing you like this because
this wind stirs me too,
stirs me too.....