Mi Dispiace (Mi dispiace)

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Mi Dispiace

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Mom, I dreamt you knocked on my door
And you took off your glasses a bit bewildered
To look at me better, and for the first time
I felt you could feel we are not alike
And hugging me you were astonished
That I should be so sad and couldn’t find peace
How long since I last hugged you
And amidst that silence I quietly said… I’m sorry!
But that noise was enough to wake me up
To make me cry and go back
To my childhood, to all those lost days
Where in the summer the sky would turn into a sea
And I would listen with my old dolls
To the fables which you used to tell in a low voice
And when I would fall asleep between your arms
Without even knowing I was happy
But by the time I was sixteen I had changed
And I could see then how I really was
And suddenly I felt lonely and desperate
Because I wasn’t anymore the daughter I wanted to
And the trust ended there
Those brief phrases which were a big help
I hid myself behind a gelid impatience
And you will have sighed for the son you never had
Then I used to spend all the time outside
I couldn’t stand your telling me off for nothing
And I started to feel jealous too
Because you were an unattainable adult, and more beautiful
So, I gave myself to a passing dream
I put my heart in a bottle and threw it into the sea
And I lost my memory coz I lacked courage
Because I was embarrassed to be your daughter!
But you’re not knocking on my door and it was useless
To have had a dream which I can’t make come true
Because my thoughts are too full of my emptiness
Because the clock doesn’t want to forgive me
Moreover, if you were to knock on my door for real
I wouldn’t manage to tell you a single word
You would talk to me with your severe gaze
And I would feel lonely again.
For this reason, I’ve written to you this confusing letter
To be able to find within myself at least a bit of peace
And not to ask you for forgiveness too late
And also to be able to tell you mom… I’m sorry!
It’s not true anymore that I feel ashamed of you
And my soul, I can feel it, resembles you
I’ll wait patiently for another dream
I love you mom… write to me… your daughter
Пуснато от citlalli в Пет, 01/01/2010 - 00:00
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Mi dispiace

Mamma ho sognato che bussavi alla mia porta
E un po' smarrita ti toglievi i tuoi occhiali
Ma per vedermi meglio e per la prima volta
Sentivo che sentivi che non siamo uguali
Ed abbracciandomi ti sei meravigliata
Che fossi così triste e non trovassi pace
Da quanto tempo non ti avevo più abbracciata
E in quel silenzio ho detto piano... mi dispiace!