Toni pacati, mani in tasca. Un passo dopo l’altro, only occasionally spying eyes of the faces of those who comes to you. Do you have secrets to hide, soft bodies of dead animals in cages that you no longer the key. Every time you stop. Watch for air, I hope that blue hides a will that can even think of loving you. And you have to do something about those thick chest. Sudden, just passing.
One day you come home and discover that there is your name on the bell. That your stuff is beyond a closed door where the lock was changed. From the window half closed recognize the ringing of your phone, but you can not get to respond. Wait.
You walk away. You say: "I shall return later."
lathes, but there's a guard dog. There's defeat, desolation.
Accept the most devastating of your multiple deprivation and other areas. As you can see, there is now a red line drawn in the middle of your throat. You can not remain silent.
Vaghi. There is something dark. A reference intensity. Massif. There are many people who smiles, there's good music, there are good feelings refrigerants, rifocillante.
Something's wrong. You know it's a temporary situation. You can only get you to reserve a seat, but you must always keep in mind with pinpoint precision the boundaries where you can open up your nostrils.
Vaghi. Guidi. Non-persona in non-luogo, così intenta a non-vivere non-relazioni.
Vaghi e finalmente non sei più perso. Il tuo corpo ha imparato bene. Con un colpo di frusta, “AH!”, ti sei condizionato in nuovi binari. Dalla piattaforma (“viet ato – a tt r ave rs ar e – l a – r i ga – g i a l l a ”) cerchi di scrutare la data di oggi sul quotidiano che l’uomo al di là dal vetro, sulla carrozza, sta leggendo. Cerchi dei numeri, una foto, un nome, una didascalia. Vuoi così tanto miscelarti nelle storie degli altri. Così puoi addirittura raccontare qualcosa, e cesserà così questo assordante silenzio.
Vaghi con gli occhi. Alberi, palazzi, yards, pink spots and brown spots, cars, bicycles, trucks, fields of corn, bricks, pipes, ambulance, police, camera, strip and rhythmic guardrails, ditches, batteries, water courses, rotten, dead leaves, packages cigarettes, doors, windows, old ladies are extruded, television on behind the curtains, parking meters, two cents, shopping carts, bus stops, nomadic camps, hospitals, goose, combine harvesters, men in suits, women with the veil, the sea, food scraps, schools that are "hello", knives, a starving sleeping, piles of shredded docks of the port of Desenzano, the Church of Castenedolo the incinerator. Stop. You who sit on the railings of a park of Sirmione, and smile.
Tighten all. Clasp your hands. Tighten the glass. It currently. Tighten the words. Clenching his fists. Tighten the steering wheel. Hug a stranger. Grit your teeth. Tighten the screws. Tighten the lid of the jar. Tighten the meaning of the word "tighten". Tighten the oil colors. Tighten the volume on your stereo. Tighten your abdomen. Hold your breath. Squeeze a pillow.
We hold strong to your dreams.
One day you come home and discover that there is your name on the bell. That your stuff is beyond a closed door where the lock was changed. From the window half closed recognize the ringing of your phone, but you can not get to respond. Wait.
You walk away. You say: "I shall return later."
lathes, but there's a guard dog. There's defeat, desolation.
Accept the most devastating of your multiple deprivation and other areas. As you can see, there is now a red line drawn in the middle of your throat. You can not remain silent.
Vaghi. There is something dark. A reference intensity. Massif. There are many people who smiles, there's good music, there are good feelings refrigerants, rifocillante.
Something's wrong. You know it's a temporary situation. You can only get you to reserve a seat, but you must always keep in mind with pinpoint precision the boundaries where you can open up your nostrils.
Vaghi. Guidi. Non-persona in non-luogo, così intenta a non-vivere non-relazioni.
Vaghi e finalmente non sei più perso. Il tuo corpo ha imparato bene. Con un colpo di frusta, “AH!”, ti sei condizionato in nuovi binari. Dalla piattaforma (“viet ato – a tt r ave rs ar e – l a – r i ga – g i a l l a ”) cerchi di scrutare la data di oggi sul quotidiano che l’uomo al di là dal vetro, sulla carrozza, sta leggendo. Cerchi dei numeri, una foto, un nome, una didascalia. Vuoi così tanto miscelarti nelle storie degli altri. Così puoi addirittura raccontare qualcosa, e cesserà così questo assordante silenzio.
Vaghi con gli occhi. Alberi, palazzi, yards, pink spots and brown spots, cars, bicycles, trucks, fields of corn, bricks, pipes, ambulance, police, camera, strip and rhythmic guardrails, ditches, batteries, water courses, rotten, dead leaves, packages cigarettes, doors, windows, old ladies are extruded, television on behind the curtains, parking meters, two cents, shopping carts, bus stops, nomadic camps, hospitals, goose, combine harvesters, men in suits, women with the veil, the sea, food scraps, schools that are "hello", knives, a starving sleeping, piles of shredded docks of the port of Desenzano, the Church of Castenedolo the incinerator. Stop. You who sit on the railings of a park of Sirmione, and smile.
Tighten all. Clasp your hands. Tighten the glass. It currently. Tighten the words. Clenching his fists. Tighten the steering wheel. Hug a stranger. Grit your teeth. Tighten the screws. Tighten the lid of the jar. Tighten the meaning of the word "tighten". Tighten the oil colors. Tighten the volume on your stereo. Tighten your abdomen. Hold your breath. Squeeze a pillow.
We hold strong to your dreams.
