staring at the sky

Tra tutte le foglie giallo-dorate di questi giorni,
tra le pagine delle mie agende a copertina nera,
tra i biglietti dei treni e degli aerei,
tra i fusi orari e i cieli azzurri d’ottobre, una infantile e illimitata felicità.

All afternoon you’ve been buried in a biography
Of an aviatrix lost at sea, never to be found
Holed up in your room, holding out for an apology
But gravity will get to you eventually

You’ll come down from upstairs again
With all those model aeroplanes

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