Journal of Italian Translation
Journal of Italian Translation
Journal of Italian Translation
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Adria Bernardi/Raffaello Baldini<br />
I am the Lord, wherever I am is war,<br />
I can do anything, make rivers overflow, earthquakes,<br />
still in the dream, I get afraid,<br />
I wake up wide awake, I walk to the window,<br />
lights out there, people, on that highway,<br />
they never stop, and I’m here facing the window,<br />
bare feet, in my underwear,<br />
and I pray, I find a saint on the calendar,<br />
I don’t want to say his name, but he’s one I’ve never heard talked about,<br />
I’m sure I’m the only one who knows that one,<br />
Jolanda’s complaining, “It’s four in the morning,<br />
What are you doing?” and I don’t ask him for anything,<br />
I don’t want any grace, it’s enough<br />
that he’ll do whatever he can, but it doesn’t matter,<br />
even if he can’t do anything, I know that he’s there,<br />
that I pray and that he hears me.<br />
Water<br />
I, it was my buddies, you go, you go,<br />
for laughs, and I walked up, there were six or seven <strong>of</strong> us,<br />
he’d set up chairs, and seeing him<br />
up close, he was slight, with this shabby jacket,<br />
and, man, was he was frenetic,<br />
jabbering away, in five minutes<br />
I was already dazed, he talked a mile a minute,<br />
there I was, head hanging down,<br />
where have I ended up? he picked Mirko first:<br />
“Observe all the butterflies! here is the net, now catch them!”<br />
and Mirko, intent, with that butterfly net, is running, he’s leaping up,<br />
as if there were moths, then he stopped him,<br />
he was pointing like a bloodhound, people were saying: “Come on,<br />
it’s right there,” he, flick, swoosh, and that guy: “You have caught it,”<br />
he slapped him on the back: “Congratulations!”<br />
next he picked Dato and Carlín di Faiòun,<br />
he positioned them in front <strong>of</strong> him: “Brrr, it’s freezing!”<br />
they started to shiver, they were stomping their feet,<br />
they blew into their hands, “And this snow<br />
is wicked!” they turned up their collars,<br />
both <strong>of</strong> them standing, they opened an umbrella, Dato<br />
pointed it down low into the wind,<br />
Carlín right there behind him, hunched over, his cap jammed<br />
down to his ears, and I sat there,<br />
with my arms crossed, what is this garbage?<br />
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