Another morning I will meet you
May be in India where Jesus sings *
Without speaking I will call you
‘cause your name means exactly “wind”.
Another point on the blackboard
Of my life I’m going to write
I’m in a moment of no sense
And you are showing what I’m missing
And I see how many roses I have cut there in the sky
And I have left them drying without curing for a while
What will me save
From the big jaws
Of the time and
The barking cold
While the youth can’t help me no more
And God have not my hands again hold
And everyone
Has got something
In which believe
To make him free
But I have lost it by the way
Is there a God who can explain?
When I recall my strength and poetry
Many times I have no answer no
They say “The ones are satisfied
Of the life they’re drenched in the mist
And they’re used to lose their time in the unless chattering” **
I would like to be just different but it’s a difficult being
What will me save
From the big jaws
Of the time and
The barking cold
While the youth can’t help me no more
And God have not my hands again hold
And everyone
Has got something
In which believe
To make him free
But I have lost it by the way
Is there a God who can explain?
* Secondo una tradizione consolidata, di presunta origine tibetana, Gesù fu in India e in Tibet tra i 13 e i 30 anni, durante i quali i vangeli non ne parlano: in quei luoghi la sua tradizione spirituale ebraico-essena, si arricchì in prospettiva del ritorno in Palestina. Lo stesso Dalailama recentemente ha parlato di Gesù come di un’incarnazione del Buddha.
** Dall’ “Ṛgveda” X,82,7 : “Coloro che sono soddisfatti della vita vivono avvolti da foschia e dediti a vane chiacchiere”.
