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Call me in twenty years
right now I don't know what to tell you
love, I don't know how to answer you
and I don't feel like understanding you
Instead, think of me in twenty years, think of me
with a beard whiter
and a suitcase in hand
with the racing bike
and sunglasses
stopped in any place in the world
who knows where
among billions and billions of people
mouth open without words
seeing a hot air balloon
rising slowly
and erasing from memory
everything from the past
even the lines of the hand
while from above a sound
like a prolonged sound
the thought that has just been born
approaches and comes down
ah I would be an asshole
the one who watches too much television!
well sometimes I have been
important is to have the situation in hand
don't worry
there is time to change
so think of me in twenty years, think of me
dressed as a bullfighter
a cake in hand
ear pointed towards the sky
towards that distant sound
but here it approaches
with a leap we are in the year two thousand
at the doors of the universe
important is not to arrive in line
but all in a different way
each with their own means
maybe arriving in pieces
on an old racing bike
with sunglasses
heart in the bag
learn the number by heart
then rewrite it on the skin
if you call in twenty years
toss the numbers among the stars
at the doors of the universe
a phone rings every evening
under a sky of all the stars
of a disturbing spring