Inneres Auge
Franco Battiato
Inner Eye
like a pack of wolves
that descends from the plateaus howling
or a swarm of bees
fierce devourers of fragrant petals
they rush swirling like boulders from
high mountains in ruin.
one says what's wrong with organizing private parties
with beautiful girls
to entertain leaders and state servants?
we didn't understand each other
and why should we pay
even extras to idiots?
what can laws do
where only money reigns?
justice is nothing but a public commodity…
what would charlatans and swindlers live on
if they didn't have jingling coins to throw like bait among the people.
the horizontal line
pushes us towards matter
the vertical one towards the spirit.
with closed eyelids
a brightness is glimpsed
which with time and patience
opens to inner sight:
inner eye the inner eye
the horizontal line pushes us towards matter
the vertical one towards the spirit.
the horizontal line pushes us towards matter
the vertical one towards the spirit.
but when I return to myself
on my way to read and study
listening to the greats of the past…
an overture by Corelli is enough for me
to marvel at creation!
