continua "lost songs"...e questa è una gemma: La Bossa!
Scritta durante le vacanze invernali dello scorso anno (sta per compiere 12 mesi!), non è sempre in un inglese perfetto...

New Year Bossa
The rainy fall is past
and here it springs the fireplace.
Icy winter put an end
to our noise and bore,
to luxury and fairy tales.
Come out to see the stars
covered by a big white cloud
and I feel child again
and so it is my brain
who thinks about the silence of our steps.
As everything was sad before
nobody feel the same tonight
and what I wanna say one more
is that we’ll find the way to fly.
Now is coming dawn.
It’s time to see the new year sun.
I open up the door
to let wind dry the floor
washed by a thousand drops.
And then I go to bed:
I’m gonna wake at two p.m.
My body feels uptight
but I turn off the light
going where my dreams will bring me
As my life was sad before
everything has changed last night:
now there’s gonna be no more dues to pay
and no more untruth gods to pray.