Romano De Leo

All your trouble will be over, so will your painyou are gonna see those blue skies bursting right through the rainThe higher you climb, the lower you fallYou got too close to heaven, that’s allNow in the morning you can cry all you want to- we’ll spend the whole day weepingRight now I want you to lay down your weary headand let me see you sleepingYou’ve been walking around baby, inflamed and ashamedfeeling like you’re one inch tallYou got too close to heaven, that’s allYou’re way too hard on yourself baby- you got some pretty basic things wrongYou wouldn’t believe me if I told you why I wrote you into this songYou’re looking at your heart baby, and you’re calling it blackbut like Icarus and like SaulYou got too close to heaven, that’s allNow I know this hurt you’re feeling – I’ve felt these same things tooI’ve got spaces way down deep inside of me that are just the same as youYou wanna wrap your arms around your head, turn out the lightsand roll yourself into a ballYou got too close to heaven, that’s allAre you blinded by the brilliance ?Are you dazzled by the Light ?Why is it I see nothing but emptiness in your tired beaten eyesthat once were brightI know you just can’t help but run when you hear that sweet voice callYou got too close to heaven, that’s allI walked a mile for you babyso won’t you smile for me baby ?

Vien lecito pensar che, della tutta poesia, amore, intima introspezione, nel bene e nel male che essa potesse ponderare, questa stolta umanitá incline alla feroce bestialitá della catena alimentare, nel piccolo della sua ristretta planetaria esistenza, abbia partorito arti, teoremi e studi di sublime ardimento, culture, mestieri, musiche, drammi, poemi di tale sublime intensitá e profonditá, che si stenta a credere che possa essere stata partorita da una bestia primordiale come l´uomo e la donna, e che questa sublime meravigliosa esplosione di sentimenti metafisici, non siano altro che l´imo dolore generato dall´incomprensione terrestre degl´uni verso gl´altri….

Stabat Mater dolorósaiuxta crucem lacrimósa,dum pendébat Fílius.

Cuius ánimam geméntem,contristátam et doléntempertransívit gládius. O quam tristis et afflíctafuit illa benedíctaMater Unigéniti! Quae moerébat et dolébat,Pia Mater dum videbatnati poenas íncliti. Quis est homo, qui non fleret,Matrem Christi si vidéretin tanto supplício? Quis non posset contristári,Christi Matrem contempláridoléntem cum Filio? Pro peccátis suae gentisvidit Jesum in torméntiset flagéllis sùbditum. Vidit suum dulcem natummoriéndo …

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