It was the end of April it was my moment of joy there was this old moon above me there was my lake to admire and while I tried to find me out and whatever I did I had got you beside me I had got someone to love and you, my sun, you had got me and you, my one, you had got me
I’ve been working down at Mandigan’s driving my old blue car people said I was just a stupid guy with nothing good inside but despite all bad things they told despite what of wrong I did I had got you near to me I had got someone to trust and you, my love, you had got me and you, my dove, you had got me
You were in my mind all the day you and no other one when I was with you there was Heaven and I felt like the sun ‘cause for you I was a special man and everything I did I had got you loving me I had got someone to follow and you, my dear, you had got me and you, my life, you had got me
It was a warm monday morning I took your hands and I asked you why you were here why with one like me then you made a sweet smile and said “‘cause everything I do I have got you beside me I have got someone to love and you, my sun, you have got me and you, my one, you have got me.”
Marco Giorgini
Scritta nel lungo febbraio del 1994 in memoria di una parte di me che se ne andata per sempre.
Marco Giorgini, nato a Modena nel 1971, lavora da quasi trent’anni nel campo della linguistica computazionale e, nello stesso periodo, coordina la rivista culturale online KULT Underground. Autore di racconti e videogiochi d’avventura narrativi, ha pubblicato anche diversi romanzi, tra cui spicca il giallo per ragazzi Il Mistero della Statuetta Egizia (2019). Negli ultimi anni, gran parte della sua produzione è stata inclusa in antologie collettive, spesso ambientate nella sua città natale, come nel caso del racconto weird Moden-e (2024), inserito nell’antologia Modenesi per Sempre.
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