Come una tempesta mi scorrono

lacrime, sulle guance, di vetro

sottile e appeso e frontale

alla memoria scalza su noi,

sul nostro catetere emotivo,

sulle carezze dalle tue mani,

sul mio viso bianco, sul necessario

taglio della tua barba folta,

sul tempo nel riverbero

dei morti, sul tempo delle croci,

dei templi e degli ospedali,

sul ponte bianco che spezza mare

e fiume e sul ponte gettasti

le foglie che la sibilla aveva scritto per noi nel pianto.

Come una locomotiva a carbone, mi sono chiantata. Gli operai hanno smesso di spalare carbone verso la fornace e sono rimasta ferma in una stazione. 

Mi risbatto muri muri

Ennesimamente, sono senza parole. 

Il colmo dei colmi.

“Non c'è che nebbia!”

parole tremanti e uno sguardo

-terrore puro -

solo allora il vetturino aveva capito

che ero pazza

“Sferzi i cavalli, avanti, avanti!”

io, col viso controvento

e una risata folle come maschera.

Ho imbastito un bel teatrino

per cercarti,

ho anche minacciato quel pover'uomo

di sostituirlo al suo pezzato,

giusto per frustarne uno,

uno dei tanti – te .

The day you went away 
You had to screw me over 
I guess you didn't know 
All the stuff you left me with 
Is way too much to handle?
But I guess you don't care 

You don't need to preach 
You don't have to love me, all the time 

Whatever on earth possessed you 
To make this bold decision 
I guess you don't need me 
While whispering those words 
I cried like a baby 
Hoping you would care 

You don't need to preach 
You don't have to love me, all the time 

You don't have to preach 
All the time

Per un intero giorno, le stesse note.

no one's picking up the phone

guess it's me and me
and this little masochist
she's ready to confess
all the things that i never thought
that she could feel and

hey jupiter
nothing's been the same
so are you gay?
are you blue?
thought we both could use a friend
to run to
and i thought i wouldn't have to be
with you something new

sometimes i breathe you in
and i know you know
and sometimes you take a swim
found your writing on my wall
if my hearts soaking wet
boy your boots can leave a mess

hey jupiter
nothing's been the same
so are you gay?
are you blue?
thought we both could use a friend
to run to
and i thought you wouldn't have to keep
with me
hiding

thought i knew myself so well
all the dolls i had
took my leather off the shelf
your apocalypse was fab
for a girl who couldn't choose between
the shower or the bath

and i thought i wouldn't have to be
with you
a magazine

no one's picking up the phone
guess it's clear he's gone
and this little masochist
is lifting up her dress
guess i thought i could never feel
the things i feel
hey jupiter
nothing's been the same
so are you gay?
are you blue?
thought we both could use a friend to run to
hey jupiter
nothing's been the same
so are you safe?
now we're through
thought we both could use a friend to run to
hey jupiter

Tori Amos, Hey Jupiter.