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.
You remind me of someone who
It never existed; the
Crazy doughs, maybe it's in
That Lilith bed that I am
Misunderstandings were born: ha,
I have always known the truth
But lying to me does me less
Ache. I wish I could prove
That time is just an arrow;
What I see inside yours
Mani - sincerely: a
Fist of presumption and limits,
The ones I prefer not to know.
You know how dangerous it is
Give the signs more labels
Convenient: Call things with the
Their name, and from there you start again.
But, tell me why not even
In the answers it is possible
Find that kick that me
Stuns; I see myself, I am beyond
Myself, I would like to recognize myself.
I created I created
A roof a mirror
Fidelity compliant, it's so opaque:
How long can I stay in this
Invisible shooting e
Survive my projections?
What I see in this balance on the world:
The garden let go.
Now I have only weight. I like,
But not always,
Be in control of things myself,
Know where to put your hands.
I touched you in that bed, and I have
Lied in not loving.
In the dark, with a little cold
Around: find myself in a
Bunch of mud, the gift that
Someone made me. I have it
Left to rot, but it always is
Dense. I'm in it.
What do I see inside the temptations:
A lie that is Eros
And engine of consciousness. I would like to
That the becoming was simple
Becoming, and not a return on
Guilt. Nobody touches me. Support
The last glass on the carpet, in the
My test what you could
To be. "You have more things to tell yourself."
Yes, I would like to tell them all, but it is
More humane to enjoy the confusion:
Sometimes the suggestions arise on the
Street. I wish I was different
And yet they are just that: one
Consciousness that sees only the hand
Tapered, a new light, too many
Register for one story only.
What do I see inside your story: one
Mine who can't leave.
We were on the train and we were approaching Venice. After Mestre I start to feel a smell in the air .. A strong smell coming through the windows. It was hot and the windows were all open. I smell better and finally smell the sea. I start crying like a desperate one. All the people turn and they all look at me with concern. But it wasn’t desperation. They did not know that it had been three very long years that I had not seen and heard the sea. So smell that well known smell it was beautiful. And then once we got to Venice I was shocked by its beauty. The very fact of not having cars around was fantastic. Then as soon as I arrived, from a side street, in front of the colored marbles of San Marco I was moved again. Because those colors, those shapes, everything was like that
THE PRODIGY OF IDEAS 