BEYOND THE IMAGINATION

Okay, I've never been here, I've only been here.

I've seen faces, walked streets, drank beer and smoked weed.

I wanted to do more, say more, but it's not the turn to feel sorry for yourself, not now.

Now we get up if we are on the ground.

Now let's run if we have learned to walk.

Now you don't just shout to the sky, now the sky will listen to us because we will make it tremble with our voices, so let us hear you.

Wherever you are, scream until you are free.

Turn up the volume of the music because it is the music that will set us free.

Forget everything for a moment, forget about being children, being fathers, mothers.

There are no bonds here except those we have built.

Forget everything for a moment, the worries, the pains, the pains, the hell, the tears.

Here we cry only for joy for having made it, to be alive always and in any case, because what you are never dies,

your word never dies.

I was born on a winter's night, in a valley of hopes and promises.

They are the consequence of my thoughts, my actions and beyond.

Beyond the imagination, beyond my head, my hands and beyond.

Leave a mark on all the people you've met and arrive at the end with nothing left, broken into a thousand pieces and beyond.

Over my arms, legs, feet and beyond.

Besides everything that has never been here

Besides all that has never been true.

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