A Me Ricordi Il Mare

You remind me of the sea
And not for the vacations
That we took together
But for the way you sway
Between the grip of someone holding on
And the one who’s letting go
There are good reasons why I should avoid telling you
But since you’re writing to me, I’ll say
I figured it out right away
Why are you?

Because it’s you who smiles when you arrive
And it makes me feel great
And it’s always you who, if you decide, turns around
And stabs me in an instant
So it happens that it seems like it’s all good
But it’s really not
And if it gets better, then it’ll get worse
Or
I’m sure it’s going bad, I’ll come over there
And I’ll tell you, you’ll say: Really?

And again
It happens to me that it’s all good
But it’s really not
And if it gets better, then it’ll get worse
Or
I’m sure it’s going bad, I’ll come over there
And I’ll tell you, you’ll say: You good?

But I can’t keep going like this
You remind me of the sea
Not for the reflections
But for the spoiled sauce
The casualness of the talks
Under the beach umbrella
The Sudoku that doesn’t add up
And what was written in pen
Is already to be erased
It’s like love
It goes from pocket to pocket like a lighter wants
It comes back when you have nothing to light
If we exclude the little that’s left

Again, again, again
Kisses, kisses, and hugs
That turn into ties
And the tighter they get
The more they hide the troubles
Like a dog, you curl up
On your poor rags
And little by little you go down
Like a Socci program
Little by little you go down
But shortly after you rise again
Only you don’t notice
The fake smiles
The thoughts you push away
The things you leave behind
For trivial whims
You remind me of the sea
Not for the beach umbrellas
But for the traffic jam

The malfunctioning of my air conditioner
The free fall on the rocks without shoes

To be a hippie
This is a bit of the flavor
Of everything included
Including the drinks
I’ve already had mine
And yet I’m still too thirsty
Especially when you kill me

Again, again
The one who holds back
You remind me of the sea
And not for the vacations
That we took together
But for the way you sway
Between the grip of someone holding on
And the one who’s letting go.