Demons

Have you ever been lost in a different world
Where everything you once knew
Is gone
And you find yourself powerless
With everything that exists
You're numb

Will I ever break free

I searched my world but I can't find you
You're standing there but I can't touch you
Try to talk but the words are just not there
I can feel a sense of danger
You stare at me like I'm a stranger
Paralyzed and you don't seem to care
The demons in my dreams

If you become a nobody
Blind, to your family
Who would you be?
And life has gone into reverse
Re-living every hurt
Along the way

Everything that you fear is calling you and drawing near

I searched my world but I can't find you
You're standing there but I can't touch you
Try to talk but the words are just not there
I can feel a sense of danger
You stare at me like I'm a stranger
Paralyzed and you don't seem to care
The demons in my dreams

Wake me up and let's go, yeah
I'm about to explode
Yeah

I searched my world but I can't find you
You're standing there but I can't touch you
Try to talk but the words are just not there
I can feel a sense of danger
You stare at me like I'm a stranger
Paralyzed and you don't seem to care
The demons in my dreams

Brian McFadden

L'inquietudine

Lo so, alla fine va sempre a finire così...

Quando sento dentro quella strana sensazione e capisco che ormai non è più possibile nè sopraffarla nè soffocarla, mi ritrovo davanti alla libreria in cui sono raccolti i miei amati libri e la mano cade lì, sempre, sullo stesso ripiano.

Il dito indugia, ma poi prima sfiora e poi sfila, come vittima di un incantesimo e seguendo sempre lo stesso rito, così che la mano lo possa afferrare, il LIVRO DO DESASSOSSEGO di Pessoa.

E ogni volta lo spunto offerto da questo "libro-progetto", per dirla con Trabucchi, regala una chiave di lettura nuova. Del testo e della vita. Anche della mia.