Baglioni Claudio
Miscellaneous
Photographs
A scant blue in the sky
and the crazy March sky
in that meeting of ours in the centre
you resting on your knees and the wind
and the hair on your eyes
here the shadow falls from your hand
a horizon of dogs
barking from afar
you clinging to the railing of a
tender and distracted spring
slow and a little listless afternoon
May has gone away
a finger under the chin
and the birds flee through the greenery
where the city gets lost
under a sheet of sandpaper
it's July and you lie down
dirty with kisses and sand
looking for the immense lips
of 'summer on mine
in this other one we are together
how you laugh heartily
and until I suffocated you I held you tightly
drinking you with my eyes
so as not to forget you
and still you among rows of trees
sewing hills of white grapes
and you spent a whole day
drinking wine to a farmer
with the glass in hand nearby
rusty leaves at the end of the avenue
and new cravings and you
you've done badly here
your face a little drawn and a laugh
no more joy and recklessness
the unripe air of Sunday
morning over the grass and you
and tears of frost
colored cheeks while you peel
oranges and stupid lies
/>stay there
don't move
smile a little
now turn around
do like this
lean on
don't say no
love look here
January is breathing hard
warms up the words
the sun was going down
sky of red marble you are a little black
against that evening that was digging
the our farewell and ran away
the fine rain jumps over
the sidewalks
boredom Moschini and you
you look but you don't see
that it's over and between your fingers
/>there are only photographs
a scant blue in the sky
and the crazy March sky
in that meeting of ours in the centre
you resting on your knees
and the your eyes
Forever in my eyes