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Mese: settembre 2017

the perfect outfit

Meraviglia! Beauty
is in the mirror, to be seen.
What a wonderful scene!

Do I really belong
to the infinite dream? Ain’t it just fantasy?
Is this song that I hear
the sempiternal struggle between right and wrong?
Or is it just one way to get along?
All what I left stands still around me
but my hands now hold only what is meant to be.
Let the party begin!

Finally, it’s me whom I see
whenever I cross reality.
Vedo quel che sento
e canto l’incanto del mondo che invento.
Ruota la gonna e tra le pieghe
della mia mantella canta
e balla una stella ricamata
da me.

The healer is healed
and the party is now parted,
for there is for it no need,
but we party nonetheless
because we love, oh we do love our silly mess.


Joy Ah

J is the first letter of a wonderful name,
my very J,
my capital letter, my anchor to this crazy time.

Joy is my ode to life, my cross to bear
when you are not there.

La joie. C’est quoi, la joie?
Une folie, une bêtise, une fois
il y avait les rois
mais maintenant c’est moi
qui doit écrire la loi.

How is joy born? Where? Is it in me?
Joy is everywhere and, you see,
it is simply meant to be,

la joie de la vie.

auf dem Spielplatz

die Kraft war da!
Hab’ ich es verpasst?

und Lust auch kam…
hat aber nichts geschafft.

Che voglia che avrei, di ritrovar la forza!
e che voglia che ho,
di aver ancora pazienza…

Dann da war ich!
‘ne rote Clownin!
Auf einem Spielplatz,
nicht mehr ‘ne Fräulein!

Nicht mehr als Spatz
gehe ich spazieren,
ich bin nun Weg.

Eccomi, sono scomparsa! Ho
mille risorse che
tengo in tasca

wenn ich gehe,
wenn ich quitsche.

The air is filled with colours und Glitzer!

Die Clowns jonglieren und aus den Welten
schöpfen ein wunderschönes Quatschen