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ramble from moment to moment,
jumping from a disappointment,
burning pain,
the serenity of events,
shocking normal.
In this
we get by
outlined in part from a Life,
between what we want to get, and what
that we could not have.
Sometimes the urge to overthrow
that table where everything is backed
to return to see the color of the wood,
precious inlays processed
or the grain of the time.
And it's all there is
at this time in the Soul
that does not allow us to understand
if where we are sitting
is really our place,
or that of another.
try to outline the difficulties
the ideal location in which
must be to avoid violating
all who are around us,
creatures We next,
old lovers grieving.
And we see the end
of all our studies,
once again on the table
is not supported
nothing of what about our life
and our Will.
So we got up abruptly,
after so much time spent thinking
and turn the tables in the Wind of Disappointment,
Calamai throw in the chimneys of the passions,
and turn off the lights of Rationality.
We find ourselves with nothing so
really defined
and we see the darkness of porta d'ingresso,
la sagoma di una persona
che non sappiamo chi sia.
E abbassiamo lo sguardo sedendoci per terra,
non abbiamo piĆ¹ la voglia di iniziare
qualunque cosa che ci possa portare
altrove, seduti davanti ad un altro tavolo.
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