That feeling that you either have it or you don’t

Here I propose another great song of the italian artist Franco Battiato, that talks about a strange need that some people have: a need that’ll make them keep moving, and moving, from destination to destination, because they can survive only spreading themselves in the world.

Many people have left their hometown, many people travel. But how many really feel like this?

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Let’s let the Master speak for me:

(The music and the words belong to a smaller but weirder italian genius, unfortunately more misunderstood, Juri Camisasca)

Nomadi

Nomadi che cercano gli angoli della tranquillità
nelle nebbie del nord e nei tumulti delle civiltà
tra i chiari scuri e la
monotonia
dei giorni che passano
camminatore che vai
cercando la pace al crepuscolo
la troverai
alla fine della strada.

Lungo il transito dell’apparente dualità
la pioggia di settembre
risveglia i vuoti
della mia stanza
ed i lamenti della solitudine
si prolungano
come uno straniero non sento legami di sentimento.

E me ne andrò
dalle città
nell’attesa del risveglio.

I viandanti vanno in cerca di ospitalità
nei villaggi assolati
e nei bassifondi dell’immensità
e si addormentano sopra i guanciali della terra
forestiero che cerchi la dimensione insondabile.

La troverai, fuori città
alla fine della strada.

Nomads

Nomads looking for the corners of  calm
in the northern mists and in the riots of civilization
between the light and dark and monotony
of the days passing by
oh you walker that you go
looking for the peace at the
sundown
you’re going to find it
at the end of the road.

During the transit of the illusory dualism
the september rain
awakes the emptiness
in my room
and the laments of the loneliness
they go on and on
just like a stranger I can’t feel bonds of feeling.

And I’ll go away
from the cities
waiting for the awakening.

The wanderers go looking for hospitality
in the sunny villages
and in the slums of immensity
and they fall asleep on the pillows of the earth
oh you foreigner who look for the unfathomable dimension.

You’re going to find it outside of the cities at the end of the road.

 

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