Shangri-La: Dedicata ad A*, 5 agosto 2004

Well now on a summer night in a dusky room
Come a little piece of the Lord's undying light
Crying like he swallowed the fiery moon
In his mother's arms it was all the beauty I could take
Like the missing words to some prayer that I could never make
In a world so hard and dirty, so fouled and confused
Searching for a little bit of God's mercy
I found living proof

I put my heart and soul, I put 'em high up on a shelf
Right next to the faith, the faith that I'd lost in myself
I went down into the desert city
Just tryin' so hard to shed my skin
I crawled deep into some kind of darkness
Lookin' to burn out every trace of who I'd been
You do some sad sad things, baby
When it's you you're tryin' to lose
You do some sad and hurtful things
I've seen living proof

You shot through my anger and rage
To show me my prison was just an open cage
There were no keys, no guards
Just one frightened man and some old shadows for bars

Well now all that's sure on the boulevard
Is that life is just a house of cards
As fragile as each and every breath
Of this boy sleepin' in our bed
Tonight let's lie beneath the eaves
Just a close band of happy thieves
And when that train comes we'll get on board
And steal what we can from the treasures, treasures of the Lord
It's been a long long drought, baby
Tonight the rain's pourin' down on our roof
Looking for a little bit of God's mercy
I found living proof

Living proof, Bruce Springsteen

In un imbronciato pomeriggio d'inizio agosto ho incontrato la mia prova vivente, mentre tutto il tempo di una vita collassava in un pianto liberatorio e una voce sottolineava concitata: "Sono le 16:16!".

Shangri-La, 23:17

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