Today I mourn
coldness struck my spine and nose
Today I say
good bye and you are not here
clocks should have stopped, my heart stopped
I am air
now I am just air and air I am
kind of news you don´t want to hear, but news that makes the air suffocate me
There is no
more wish, there is no more breath, and my heart is beating upside down and to
are no words, just the feeling that links us all to humanity
it´s sorrow it’s a feeling that grows in my chest, almost poison but love… love
that must rest
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.