Perhaps it came to teach me that, even after so much walking, I knew nothing.
But who really knows something at all?
I hear that litany that tells me «give it up»
take charge of your life but give it up
take charge of your life but give it up
take charge of your life but give it up
take charge of your life but give it up
take charge of your life but give it up
----------------------------------------------------------> how to do that?
Following the path of hows and whys
I lost my little compass
No matter how hard I kick the ground
there, where the crack is,
no flower is born
It's simple
I see unearthly shadows
petals falling
on a dry and cracked
for where my demons escape.
It's all right, girl
I cast off the broken hearts
I set them free to sink in their misery
I bind to myself
as if it were my destiny to scan the horizon
or the Pleiades <----------------------------------------------------------
as if the half of my life had sunk into the sea.
Memories are fading
in a simmering sauce.
As much as my intuition speaks
there are days...
unbearable
they're just days when I'd tie my feet to the wind
to shake me
like a balloon when it deflates
(it's the edges)(it's the blows)
that will make me wake up.
Meanwhile, life goes on
I am nothing
I am nobody
I am nothing.
I'll cry like a damned fool
by the rough sea
with the blue-grey sky as a mirror
and then the rainbow will be born.
Let me be cowardly, but straight.
Let me in this impromptu where borders and common sense are blurred.
To be divine, perhaps it's not my place.
Let me...
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