Parole incidono carne,
Schiaffeggiano anima.
Fragore di buio,
Silenzio assordi,
Rumore confondi.
Distolto è lo sguardo.
Riscoprire fragilità, cura,
Osata rinascita,
Generazioni, Kairòs.
Unici e soli,
Tutti noi siamo,
Ciascuno è.
Improvvisa,
La luce,
Natale in volo,
Con te che dormi,
Oltre le nuvole.
"Close to me"
Croce bambina,
Entrambi abbracci.
Insieme preghiamo,
Su una foglia.
Francesco Lauria, Reykjavík, 25 dicembre 2025
(Foto, "In volo", di Jacopo Lauria; Musica "The Cure")
Close to me (The Cure, 1985)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BjvfIJstWeg
I've waited hours for this
I've made myself so sick
I wish I'd stayed
Asleep today
I never thought this day would end
I never thought tonight could ever be
This close to me
Just try to see in the dark
Just try to make it work
To feel the fear
Before you're here
I make the shapes come much too close
I pull my eyes out
Hold my breath and wait
Until I sha-ha-ha-hake
But if I had your faith
Then I could make it safe and clean
Oh if only I was sure
That my head on the door was a dre-ea-eam
I've waited hours for this
I've made myself so sick
I wish I'd stayed
Asleep today
I never thought this day would end
I never thought tonight could ever be
This close to me
But if I had your face
Then I could make it safe and clean
Oh if only I was sure
That my head on the door was a dre-ea-eam
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