Testo Black water Emiliana Torrini

Black water

You live by a mantra that describes you well
Be curious not judgemental
I don't know why I suddenly remembered that
Our encounter such a pleasant memory
You're easy to talk to
And hard to forget
And no I still haven't been
To the Scottish meadows

You know that dream?
It still keeps coming back to me:
I stand by a lake pitch black in the full moon
The forest mirrors perfectly on the still surface
So still is the water you can see every detail, every texture
So undisturbed that when I enter it's as if entering into
Pitch black oil

Moon beams strike the waves
Making white lights flow and dance
On the branches of a tree that bows above me
The quality of that moment passed me by
The perfection of it somehow uneventful
Adrenaline filled my veins, the terror
Of nowhere to hide
A blow back, I left traces
And it hurts the regret, stabbing at my chest
I lived most of my life behind the curtain
We are only as sick as our darkest secrets
We are only as sick as our darkest secrets

I look down not expecting to see my hand in the dark water
But there it is under a perfectly clear almost hyaline surface
It seems paler then it really is
Ripples circle my body, gliding forward over
The perfect mirror-image of the night
Obscuring the detailed textures of the forest
And disturbing the twinkling light of the stars
That cover a pretend sky

Moon beams strike the waves
Making white lights flow and dance
On the branches of a tree that bows above me
The quality of that moment passed me by
The perfection of it somehow uneventful
Adrenaline filled my veins, the terror
Of nowhere to hide
A blow back, I left traces
And it hurts, the regret stabbing at my chest
I lived most of my life behind the curtain
We are only as sick as our darkest secrets

I hope you are still in London
I soon will be and want to take some more
Pleasant walks with you
Right after I must head to Istanbul
You must tell me how to reach that fascinating
Cave city you explored
Now leave your address and phone number at
All of the places I wrote you
In case you don't receive this letter by this Friday
Let us plan to meet at noon, Sunday
In front of Westminster Abbey