I'm crying listening to Andrea Bocelli
Con Te Partiro
I'm working at the computer
alone
and it's so late
suddenly my vision is tears
the music swells with passion
while I'm curled in a choked C shape
sobbing in spite of everything
he has a sadness in his voice
and unlike me
he isn't afraid to show it
but I've heard that song before
and I was laughing
we made a joke about it
Arls and I
the sweeping strings
the beautiful melody
dramatic
she was going to burn it onto a CD
to play during labour
to relax her
I said it was like a film soundtrack
inter-cutting shots of Arls in labour
with me driving through a rainy night
the dramatic music swells in the last chorus with me walking in
embracing Arlene as her time of need also climaxes
I'm listening to Con Te Partiro and crying
crying to that beautiful joke
Poetry by Blue River
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Written on 2009-02-18 at 12:57
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