White Room – Cream

In a white room with black curtains in the stationBlack roof country, no gold pavements, tired starlingsSilver horses ran down moonbeams in your dark eyesDawn light smiles on you leaving, my contentment
 
I’ll wait in this place, where the sun never shinesWait in this place, where the shadows run from themselves
 
You said no strings could secure you at the stationPlatform ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windowsI walked into, such a sad time, at the stationAs I walked out, felt my own need, just beginning
 
I’ll wait in the queue when the trains come backLie with you where the shadows run from themselves
 
At the party, she was kindness in the hard crowdConsolation for the old wound now forgottenYellow tigers crouched in jungles in her dark eyesNow gets morning, goodbye windows, tired starlings
 
I’ll sleep in this place with the lonely crowdLie in the dark, where the shadows run from themselves

Piove,

La terra nuda accoglie il cielo,

L’attimo della fusione,

Un abbraccio gelido,

Un addio fino al prossimo incontro.

E nel suono della pioggia,

Ricordi i baci d’addio,

E i baci dei ritorni.

Giuseppe La Mura gen 2026
testo: copyright legge 22 Aprile 1941 n°633
photo: Giuseppe La Mura