Coats
Prudenza Lacriola
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I remember the afternoons At the sidewalk tables of the same old café With the wicker chairs keepers of the worst secrets of my youth When life was the human-sized buildings The where you going in such a hurry Those boring familiar faces chatting on the street The cars taking a walk The scent of skin hit by the sun The rusty shutters rolled down during the three-course lunch break The fumes of ragù rising up to the sky 'Cause the gods asked for a taste Those afternoons I thought that was it Then there I was After trains, buses and planes For eleven hours on a coach On my way to Victoria, full of hope In a land where their pedestrian road is my motorway Of a devastating beauty is London at night While my hometown reminds me Of my mother when she holds me tight My friends' car running on the street So small it made me feel big Yet I let those mother's arms cuddle me still As my mother, she was my enemy and my goddess And only now that I'm away I can clearly see both in their oddness You can't get a new life, but you can pick a second one Forever split between who you've become And who you feel you were and will always be When you smell the plaster of your childhood home Switching between lives like coats My homeland keeps me dry and warm Like the love she gave me And the drought she left in my mouth When she had nothing more to give With the air clouded by the heat By that ignorance, bliss and sin The earth burned by the sun The feelings and passions flaring in the wind A salty breeze tickles my skin While I drink beer and bite into a slightly charred focaccia Down at the Chiringuito, on the shimmering sea The stench of sausage and other crap comes from the stalls The smoke wraps me up, keeps me enthralled Sweaty men shout Their wives in flashy colours drive heels into your little toes Pushing prams, they hit your legs Shoving as if they were at an AC/DC concert Tryna start rows It's St. Nicholas Day And here I am, gasping and panting and stretching my neck With my 5ft two, unable to understand where they're all going Screaming and laughing and pushing and shoving Towards an unreachable, unfathomable Unknown destination, an invisible speck London sends shivers down my spine Her best isn't all that makes me love her Her worst isn't enough to hate her They intertwine From Canary Wharf to Hackney Artificial paradises lead way to natural underworlds I should have known from day one From Notting Hill to Clapham Caught between diverse realities That never quite meet each other Of a city with one name And a thousand personalities All of them as true As my words when I said I belong to you They're the different faces of a medal That would be nothing but a necklace If you only looked at one side Getting to see them all is the prize And yet Every two Sundays I call my mum to tell her I'll come home soon That's what I told my friends that day on the platform too I've been telling myself I'll come home I've been telling myself I got one Though at times it seems I got two At times it seems I got none The white London sky sheds all the tears I don't cry This thing wetting my eyes must be the sea in my mind Or the fact that I see mafia being romanticised When that's one of the reasons why I chose to go live under another sky Home, home, home What's home Is it where you got your bed Where your heart gets fed Or where you won't end up dead Am I happy or just content Does the perimeter around me really matter Or is it that I'm a restless nomad and my soul's been scattered All over the world And now here I am, looking for its pieces here and there The same smells and views that told me to go away Tell me to come back Age changed the features of my face Third eye opened up Perceptions must've been out of whack For years I've had to mix, shake and pour To get myself two degrees and for them to see their glass half full And yet come asking for more When I come home, I mix, shake and pour My ink on paper to get 'em drunk with my words But there's too little sugar and too much spiced rum So I drink 'em all myself and feel sick on my own In the morning I used to go dig into kids' brain for gold I found a lot, but not all of them wanna give it to the world Sometimes I stop and wonder what I'm doing all this for Like that morning my mama called me To tell me there was a killer outside her door That it might enter anytime In weeks, months, now or tomorrow And all I could do was stay there Powerless, unable to run to her The next time I saw her she had a kidney less And 80% of disability more I might not know what, but I know who I've been doing this for And every two Sundays I tell her I'm coming home
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