Testo Tales - Fismoll

Tales

I remember
The first cigarettes on the staircase
With you
How smoke
Looked so fine in the rays of the Sun
You were telling
Fairy tales on the steps
Of love, God, sacrifise
And grandma’s pearls
All your moments and your sights
Your emotions in that tower block
Every getaways and comebacks
In this concrete expanse
Oh, my old grand oak
With the stories in the tree rings
Please whisper them to me with hiss of your leaves
Oh, grandpa
Where did you bury your past
Under the stone or maybe in the dust
There’s one more thing I want to ask
But I have to wait
Today
Smoking on the stairs is not the same
Buildings
Block out the rays of Sun from there
Hidden in the walls
Are stories yet untold
One day
You’ll finally tell me
The one about you
All your moments and your sights
Your emotions in that tower block
Every getaways and comebacks
In this concrete expanse
Oh, my old grand oak
With the stories in the tree rings
Please whisper them to me with hiss of your leaves
Oh, grandpa
Where did you bury your past
Under the stone or maybe in the dust
There’s one more thing I want to ask
But I have to wait