Drowned

There are men high up there fishing
Haven’t seen quite enough of the world
Ooh, I ain’t seen a sign of my heroes
And I’m still diving down for pearls
Let me flow into the ocean
Let me get back to the sea
Let me be stormy and let me be calm
Let the tide in, and set me free
I’m flowing under bridges
Then flying through the sky
I’m traveling down cold metal
Just a tear in a baby’s eye
Oh, let me flow into the ocean
Oh, let me get back to the sea
Let me be stormy and let me be calm
Let the tide in, and set me free
Set me free
I am not the actor
This can’t be the scene
But I am in the water
As far as I can see
Oh, I’m remembering distant memories
Recalling other names
Rippling over canyons
And boiling in the train
Let me flow into the ocean
Let me get back to the sea
Let me be stormy and let me be calm
Let the tide in and set me free
Set me free
Set me free
I wanna drown
In cold water
Oh
_ Pete Townshend, The Who [Drowned] _

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“Drowned”
Italy, Dec. 2019
© Massimo S. Volonté

Without caption #024

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“Without caption #024”
On a wall, May 2020
© Massimo S. Volonté

I won’t share you

I won’t share you, no
I won’t share you
With the drive
And ambition
The zeal I feel
This is my time
The note I wrote
As she read, she said
“Has the Perrier gone
Straight to my head
Or is life sick and cruel, instead?”
“Yes!”
No – no – no – no – no – no
No – no – no – no – no – no
Oh…
I won’t share you, no
I won’t share you
With the drive
And the dreams inside
This is my time
Life tends to come and go
That’s OK
As long as you know
Life tends to come and go
As long as you know
Know, know, know, know, know
Know, know, know, know
Oh…
I won’t share you, no
I won’t share you
With the drive
And the dreams inside
This is my time…
_ The Smiths (I won’t share you) _

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“I won’t share you”
2019 © Massimo S. Volonté

Nightmare no. 139

Under the weight of the void I went out of tune
I have lost, a lot
One by one
Small figures orphaned of light move away
They disappear in the dark
The black star
A system error, again
You’ll now be surfing with the aliens
I don’t understand this life
From the golden source comes a music that shakes me
The notes give the shivers on my skin
I close the lids of my eyes tightly
But I can’t hold back the tears
I can see inside myself
An unthinkable film
My Lives
Many failures
Painful abandonments
The illusions of distant days
Now I’m in front of an almost black blue sea
From the north comes icy rain in the wind
Naked, I’m completely naked
I cover myself with an old blanket with the family drawings
I remember when we made love
Without knowing each other
On this counterpane
Down there where the forest falls onto the cliff
Between light kisses you whispered a promise to me
You would never leave me you said
I shouldn’t have believed in anything
I dreamt of better worlds
They are so faraway
The giant orange disc of the sun
Definitely sink here in front of me
Millions of them will blast
The volume of the music is very loud
I still hear the waves playing among the rocks
And the speeches of the old Russians
They talk about the Karamazov brothers and over the end of eternity
It’s the night
An American nuclear satellite is falling out of control
I’m taken back to the city of nothingness
I wonder how I will make out
The days that will come night after night
I don’t understand this life
So damn wonderfully difficult

Sotto al peso del vuoto sono andato fuori tempo
Ho perduto, molto
Una dopo l’altra
Piccole figure orfane di luce si allontanano
Scompaiono nel buio
La nera stella
Un errore di sistema, ancora
Ora starete surfando con gli alieni
Non capisco questa vita
Dalla sorgente dorata mi giunge una musica che mi scuote
Le note sono brividi sulla mia pelle
Chiudo strette le palpebre dei miei occhi
Ma non riesco a trattenere le lacrime
Rivedo dentro me
Un film improponibile
Le mie vite
I tanti fallimenti
Abbandoni dolorosi
Le illusioni di giorni lontani
Ora sono davanti al mare di un blu quasi nero
Dal nord viene la pioggia gelida nel vento
Nudo, sono completamente nudo
Mi copro con una vecchia coperta con i disegni di famiglia
Ricordo quando abbiamo fatto l’amore
Senza conoscerci
Su questa coperta
Laggiù dove la foresta cade sulla scogliera
Tra baci leggeri mi sussuravi una promessa
Non mi avresti mai lasciato dicevi
Non avrei dovuto credere in niente
Ho sognato mondi migliori
Sono lontanissimi
Il gigantesco arancione disco del sole
Definitivamente naufraga qui davanti a me
Ne esploderanno milioni
Il volume della musica è molto alto
Sento ancora le onde giocare tra le rocce
E i discorsi dei vecchi russi
Parlano dei fratelli Karamazov e sulla fine dell’eternità
E’ la notte
Un satellite nucleare americano sta cadendo senza controllo
Sono riportato alla città del nulla
Mi domando come affronterò
I giorni che verrano notte dopo notte
Non capisco questa vita
Così maledettamente, meravigliosamente difficile
_ Hugh S. Graves _

Dedicated…

Image info:
“Nightmare no. 139”
From the north, July 2019
© Massimo S. Volonté

City Sickness – 495

“City Sickness No. 495”
Milano, Italy, May 2017
© Massimo S. Volonté

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