Car 2. Ci sono vaste zone dove sembra che ci fosse qualcuno, ma non è vero, non c’era nessuno.

(M.Duras, L’amante)

fedele alla linea

(alla strada?)

“I’m waiting here, I’m waiting here
I’m waiting here, I’m waiting here

As we fall, never fulfill me there
you roll away, only to find you there
you’re deepest hell never be seen as well
meet me low where the horizon melts

I’m waiting here, I’m waiting here
I’m waiting here, I’m waiting here

We made love, under a dark moon
I’ve burned a lot of bridges
some castles were made of sand
only then

I’m alone, look at the sky, my dear
I am not every falling star
make a wish every time I leave
so we can love until infinity

I’m waiting here, I’m waiting here
I’m waiting here, I’m waiting here
I’m waiting here

I’m waiting here, I’m waiting here
I’m waiting here”.

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