Getting Id Confiscated

In Womb damp, dark temple,
the shadow was cold, swollen incense;
the angel came down, like every evening,
to teach me a new prayer:
then d 'Suddenly he loosed
hands and my arms became wings,
when he asked me - you know the summer
I, for one day, for a moment,
ran to see the color of the wind.

We flew over the houses really,
beyond the gates, gardens, streets,
then slipped in the valleys where the olive flowering
embraces the screw.

went down there, where the day is lost
to seek alone, hidden among the green, and he spoke as
when you pray,
and at the end of every prayer
had a vertebra in my back.

Fabrizio De Andrè - The dream of Mary


yes.