Carillon [English translation]

A dusty box set

and inside a picture

with your first boyfriend

cavalry lieutenant ...

On the hand-embroidered tablecloth

the pretzels with a tea

in your Venetian living room

the 5 - 4 - 23 …

Boat trips

your babysitter, a Chopin nocturne

a kiss on your hand

a camellia

a lapin muff

and deep in your tired eyes you have left

melancholy

that strokes your white hair

and takes you away…

Jesus, Jesus, you may say,

how funny I was!

You’ll smile, but you’ll feel a lump in your throat:

how beautiful you were

and what are you now?

An old music box

that no longer works…

In the reading room, after lunch,

lying on the sofa

you were reading eagerly a novel

with some phrases a bit risqué …

And on Thursday morning at a concert

with your parents at the “Odeon”

you were very bored

and were already thinking of the Charleston.

Baths at the beach

your horse

and a bamboo parasol

your braids, your dance card

and the cuckoo clock …

Now they have left you alone

now they have ran away

and maybe your picture

comforts you a little …

Jesus, Jesus, you may say,

how foolish I am!

And from your sweater you’ll pull out a handkerchief

and you will wonder

if staying down here on earth is good for something

to an old music box

that no longer works…

• Artist:Claudio Baglioni
• Album:Sabato pomeriggio