Le mie parole [English translation]

My words are rocks

Precise, sharp, ready to be thrown

At vulnerable and defenseless faces.

They are suspended clouds,

Pregnant with implications

That light up your eyes with endless waiting

They are precious, unforgettable droplets

Long desired, and then cherished.

They are flaming arrows that wind and fortune pilot

They are lightning inside a dark, abandoned well

A deaf and blind face that love painted with light

They are fallen leaves

Owed promises,

May time forgive me for uttering them.

They are off-key notes,

Written by mistake on the capital sheet

And then forgotten.

The words I've spoken, or that I think I've spoken

I'll admit

I held them between my teeth

Past words, recurring words

Unexpected, felt, or dreamt

My words are somersaults

Snowball in the sun

Incandescent missiles, before they detonate.

They are toys and mosquitoes, sand to pile up

Small prohibitions awaiting trangression

They went to sleep, caught unawares by a deep sorrow

That I can't quite explain.

They do as they please

They get lost in the darkness and never come back.

They are endless nights, bursts of laughter

Faces under too much sunlight

All of this, are my words.

Sweet or spiteful,

Full of respect, or confrontational

They are my father and my mother,

A kiss on the forehead right before bed

Another before taking off.

All the words I've spoken, and who knows how many more will come after

Held back between my teeth,

They will spare the bystanders.

Imagined, felt, or dreamt.

Swords, slashes,

Whispered in the dark, forgiven

Gently blown out of my palm.

• Artist:Samuele Bersani
• Album:Che vita! Il meglio di Samuele Bersani