Did you hear the news about Edward?

Questa è la colonna sonora dei miei ultimi giorni (o di tutta la mia vita?).

Poor Edward
(Tom Waits/Kathleen Brennan 1992)

Did you hear the news about Edward?
 On the back of his head he had another face
 Was it a woman's face or a young girl?
 They said to remove it would kill him
 So poor Edward was doomed

 The face could laugh and cry
 It was his devil twin
 And at night she spoke to him
 Things heard only in hell
 But they were impossible to separate
 Chained together for life

 Finally the bell tolled his doom
 He took a suite of rooms
 And hung himself and her from the balcony irons
 Some still believe he was freed from her
 But I knew her too well
 I say she drove him to suicide
 And took poor Edward to hell

Passo mezze notti insonni e mezze notti a sognare lo stesso sogno che mi sveglia distrutto la mattina. E che mi porto dietro tutto il giorno. Poi si ricomincia da capo.

Ho ripreso ad adorare la pioggia. Ho ripreso a scrivere per me. Ho ripreso a fare progetti di destrutturazione.

L'irrequietezza ha ripreso il giusto posto nel mio essere. Nella sua presenza quotidiana riscopro costantemente la sua assenza. Dolorosa.

Spero almeno sia feconda.