WHEN THE MUSIC BECOMES POETRY: Rolling towards sud, by Negrita

The Meeting Benches way: a perfectly proportioned man, created by Leonardo da Vinci, correlating the symmetry of human anatomy to the symmetry of the universe. That geometrical way of the mind, could live with the simplicity of the sides of a charming square, where joy, surprise, expectations and approval are four emotions in motion. What you see, hear, eat and feel, it’s all inside Meeting Benches way: the Vitruvian approach to life.

ROTOLANDO VERSO SUD – ITALIAN LYRICS VERSION

Ogni nome un uomo, ed ogni uomo è soltanto quello che scoprirà inseguendo le distanze dentro se. Quante deviazioni, quali direzioni e quali no? Prima di restare in equilibrio per un poco, io sogno un viaggio morbido, dentro al mio spirito e vado via, vado via, “mi vida” così sia. Sopra a un’onda stanca che mi tira su, mentre muovo verso Sud, sopra a un’onda che mi tira su, rotolando verso Sud. Long way home. Continente vivo, desaparecido, sono qua, sotto un cielo avorio, sotto nubi porpora, mille fuochi accesi, mille sassi sulla via, mentre un eco piano da lontano, sale su… quaggiù. Un pianto lungo secoli, che non ti immagini, e polvere di polvere, di storia immobile, sopra a un’onda stanca che mi tira su, mentre muovo verso Sud, sopra a un’onda che mi tira su, rotolando verso Sud. Long way home. Ogni terra un nome, ed ogni nome un fiore dentro me. La ragione esplode, ed ogni cosa va da se, mare accarezzami, Luna ubriacami, Rio, Santiago, Lima & Holguin, Buenos Aires, Napoli, Rio, Bahia, Santiago & Holguin, Buenos Aires. Sopra a un’onda stanca che mi tira su, mentre muovo verso Sud, sopra a un’onda che mi tira su, rotolando verso Sud. Long way home. “Sol y sangre, sexo y sur”. La dignità degli elementi, la libertà della poesia, al di là dei tradimenti degli uomini, è magia.

ROLLING TOWARDS SOUTH – ENGLISH LYRICS VERSION

Each name of a man, and every man is only what I find out if chasing distances inside. How many deviations, such as directions and which are not? Prior to remain in balance for a while, I dream traveling soft, inside my spirit and I go away, I go away, “mi vida” so be it. Above a wave tired that pulls me up, while I move to the South, over a wave that pulls me up, rolling south. Long way home. Continent alive disappeared, I’m here, under a sky ivory, purple clouds below, a thousand fires, a thousand stones on the road, while an eco plan from afar, rises on … down here. Tears along centuries, that you do not images, and dust to dust, and history still, over a wave tired that pulls me up, while I move to the South, over a wave that pulls me up, rolling south. Long way home. Each land a name, and each name a flower inside me. The reason explodes, and everything goes without saying, sea caress, Moon ubriacami, Rio, Santiago, Lima & Holguin, Buenos Aires, Naples, Rio, Bahia, & Holguin Santiago, Buenos Aires. Above a wave tired that pulls me up, while I move to the South, over a wave that pulls me up, rolling south. Long way home. “Sol y sangre, sexo y sur”. The dignity of the elements, the freedom of poetry, beyond the treachery of men, it’s magic.

(Negrita)

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