L'orologio Americano

Truth wants
that she, a gust of wind
stood on her balcony
in her body
drooling and waiting
and I for my part
with an orchestra
as the only good company
I went up for a deflowered kiss
for a time
not even well paid
yeah, I do
I do
yes

Love lasts
what it must last
consecrated and measured
by a basic clock
but I, who hold dear what is mine
and the question like the answer
I lived all this
as behind a door
just a little ajar

Because that's how people live
because that's what people do
because that's how we chase each other
for a bite of immortality
it's the blunt mechanism
of a fake American clock
that measures time and time is no more
but it stopped time if you passed by

Truth wants
that she, with full lips
remained entangled in my mouth
more than she wanted
this I remember
and little else
of her gaze
flashing at times
and that disappeared into the world
smiling
given by the Lord

Anger and love
come for free
if there really is nothing else
to share
and we
motionless in the sky
chemically bright
in a photograph
because nothing is like nothing
nothing is a painful orgy
it's time unfolded
and away

But that's how people live
that's what people do
that's how we chase each other
for a bite of immortality
it's the blunt mechanism
of a fake American clock
that measures time and time is no more
but it stopped time if you passed by