 
     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 più la voglia di iniziare   
     qualunque cosa che ci possa portare   
     altrove, seduti davanti ad un altro tavolo.   
    
 
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