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When you were blind, you touch things for their shape
have faith in wordless knowledge

well i can tell you about the river
or we could just get in

the body the rain made of our days before we knew

we are swimming in the river of the rains of our days before we knew
and it's hard to explain what i was doing all thinking before you

i guess i was a decent man holdin' on
followin the river from above
like a bird
have faith in wordless knowledge
and the fallen stars they flew too
and i knew they were sewing something
something well made for me and you

we are swimming in the river of the rains of our days before we knew
and it's hard to explain what i was doing all thinking before you

the city was a fist,
i lived on its wrist
and i took myself a good long look around

and the river grew higher and wider deeper and darker as i was closing in

and it led me to you which led me to say
"let's get"

we got in the river and it broked us
made us think of sex between us
in a time in our lives old before we knew

we were swimming in the river of the rains of our days before we knew
and it's hard to explain what i was doing all thinking before you

and that beautiful thing you said lying in bed
about all the things i could think of at the end of the day

but of all the places my mind could go
it always comes looping back to you

we are swimming in the river of the rains of our days before we knew
so meet me in the ocean and we'll ride the waves from the river to the ocean

we are swimming in the river of the rains of our days before we knew
and it's hard to explain what i was doing all thinking before you
have faith in wordless knowledge

La più bella per me della raccolta Epifanio di Baldo Meo. E che non a caso chiude la raccolta.

Che ci sia dunque qualcuno una voce
a rassicurarmi, di giorno
e mentre muoio, che nonostante
tutto il terrore, tutto il caos
e l'eclisse e i vecchi mari
e le paure, le cose rimangono
come mura incrollabili
a difendere una mente troppo debole
per sopportare l'inferno ordinario
e incontrollato che è in ogni destino.

in cucina bevo da solo del vino pugliese
di là la voce di leonard cohen
mi verso un altro bicchiere
dalla finestra si vedono passare i treni
mi accendo un’altra sigaretta

Ricevo l'ultima raccolta di Baldo Meo - Epifanio e altre meditazioni (LietoColle) (ne parlerò ancora) e vi scovo una poesia siglata Rodi aprile 2007. Per congruità inizio da qui.

AVREI VOLUTO VEDERLO VOLARE

Avrei voluto vederlo volare,
il pavone, ma fui colpito
dalla grande lucertola grigia
ferma sulle rovine del tempio -
alti gradoni sotto il sole
che non portano più a nulla.

Palpitazione

Sono le cose semplici
che non ci fanno dormire:
una palpitazione,
l' afferrare una mano,
un guardarsi intorno con stupore.
Non gli arzigogoli della mente,
non le strane fantasticherie,
non il gioco di maschere
della verità.

Michael Kruger da Il coro del mondo - Mondadori.