Billions of things to chose
Billions of things not to be chosen.
Blatero e m'interrogo.
Weariness and sadness take turns, blended with unconscious silence and inability to share my words.
I've been misunderstanding for years what were happening around me,
and now I feel tired and hurt and I can barely guess who's next to me.
Friend and enemies are all mixed up, they may not exist at all, they do melt, they disappear
I feel the sense of time and loss
In these nights, where the milky stars can't but suggest my changing,
In these days, where the sun is hidden among rainy wishes
And when the wind is just a wave in my heart.