to Frances

era un pomeriggio

la tua casa spenta come un luna park chiuso
tu eri davanti la tv
a stirare una pila di panni
guardavi mtv
un video di boy george
for the rest of your life
just keep me in mind
ti piacque quel verso
lo cantasti subito
commossa
fu una delle poche volte che ti vidi così vulnerabile
sola
bellissima

dentro di me
senza dirti niente
ti giurai che lo avrei fatto
che ti avrei tenuta in mente

and so I do

Bollettino ufficiale sullo stato del mio umore n° 23

...ciao Frances!




I wish I was a willow
And I could sway to the music in the wind
And I wish I was a lover
I wouldn’t need my costumes and pretend
I wish I was a mountain
I’d pass boldly thru the clouds and never end
I wish I was a soft refrain
When the lights were out I’d play
And be your friend
I strut and fret my hour upon the stage
The hour is up
I have to run and hide my rage
I’m lost again
I think I’m really scared
I won’t be back at all this time
And have my deepest secrets shared


I’d like to be a willow
A lover, a mountain or a soft refrain
But I’d hate to be a grown-up
And have to try to bear my life in pain


I wish I was a soft refrain
When the lights were out I’d play
And be your friend
I strut and fret my hour upon the stage
The hour is up
I have to run and hide my rage
I’m lost again
I think I’m really scared
I won’t be back at all this time
And have my deepest secrets shared

I’d like to be a willow
A lover, a mountain or a soft refrain
But I’d hate to be a grown-up
And have to try to bear my life in pain